Swell Gal
By:
DrEnlarge@aol.com
c 1995

     "If you don't stop that crying, I'm going to...to...,"
     "What!?!  Leave me!!?" Holly sobbed angrily, her supple 
frame shuddering.  Glaring intensely into Shane's dark eyes, she 
tried desperately to summon enough heat from her anger to 
melt a hole through his head.  "God, this can't be happening."
     "Look," Shane said calmly, moving closer to her in the car.  
The air was silent but for Holly's labored breathing.  "Things 
haven't been going well for us lately, and I'm...well,"
     "You're bored with me, right?" accused Holly, turning her 
head quickly away so that her long blond hair almost hit his 
face.  "You just think about one thing whenever we're together.  
Every conversation we have ends up speeding down a dirt road 
to sex.  Can't you for once just be with me and not my body?"  
     "That's not the whole reason, and I'm not like that all the 
time," Shane stated, his brown eyes already glazing over from 
the conversation.  He refocused by catching a quick glimpse of 
Holly's bustline silhouetted in the moonlight.  Ah, how he'd love 
to nab those 38Ds.  "I just like doing sexual activities.  Is that 
bad?"
     "Yes, especially when you get excited every time we begin 
having conversations.  You're probably trying to figure out a 
way to get in my pants instead of listening," Holly accused, 
staring out into the dark woods.
     Shane winced.  He hated it when she knew his every move.  
"Holly, we've been together for a year now.  At first, everything 
was great.  We had fun.  You and I have done some crazy things.  
But you've never warmed up in...that way, whereas I've gotten 
more and more horny.  Sometimes, you're right, I don't pay 
attention to you.  But that's because you want to 'talk' about the 
same things each time.  Money, jobs, kids, family, school, bla bla 
bla.  It's silly.  We're young!  I'm 19, you're 17.  You're taking 
everything too seriously."
     "Forgive me if I feel like growing up!" Holly yelled and 
stormed out of the car.  The night rain didn't effect her much as 
she walked down the road.  Her anger seemed to evaporate the 
drops before it could touch her skin.  She half-wished Shane 
would emerge from the car and console her, telling her 
everything was ok.  But as her clothes began to get more and 
more soggy, she knew it wasn't to be.  He was probably in there 
contemplating leaving her and going home to play the computer 
games he couldn't seem to live without.  
     Composing herself, she headed back.  Holly's self-esteem was 
screaming at her to walk the distance home.  Being 10 miles 
away from her house, she thought better of it and climbed back 
into the car.  She ignored the cold, damp feeling as her moist 
clothes squished on the seat and clung to her skin.  Shane began 
to open his mouth.     
     "Take me home."
     Her tone was cold and distant, as if he wasn't even in the car.  
Wanting nothing more to do with this scenario, he obliged.  
Holly's eyes never left the horizon for the entire trip back.

   *****
     "Holly?" 
     Her mother looked about the room, finding her heaped over 
an old trunk in the corner.  Puffy red eyes did little to hide 
Holly's state of mind.  Gathering up her daughter, she helped 
her to the side of the bed.
     "Are you going to tell me what happened tonight?"
     "He's breaking up with me," Holly began, her words trailing 
off into a sob.  She buried her head in her mother's shoulder, 
letting the rest of her sadness trickle into her mother's sweater.  
With comforting strokes through her daughter's hair, her 
mother coaxed her through the tears.  
     "How could he do that?  I...I know he's leaving me for 
another girl," Holly sniffled.  
     "Now dear, how can you know that?"
     "I saw him," she said, lowering her head.  "I waited for him 
after school yesterday.  Remember that hat I bought?  Well, I 
wanted to surprise him and give it to him as an early one year 
anniversary gift, so I waited out by the football field.  I saw him 
leave the school, but right behind him was Wendy Baker.  They 
were holding hands and..."
     "I get the picture," her mom said sorrily.  "So did you tell 
him?"
     "No.  I kept trying to make an excuse for what I saw.  
Wendy's a popular girl, she likes to be playful with all the boys.  
I just figured...just hoped that's what it was."
     "Well.  It sounds to me like Shane doesn't deserve to go out 
with my baby anyhow," lectured her mom.  "You're better off 
knowing now then finding out later in life.  What I wouldn't 
give to have known about your father's true self.  I might have 
seen it coming when he took off the year you were born."
     Holly stood and stared in the mirror.  "Are all men going to 
be like this?"
     "Only the ones you love," her mom said half-jokingly.  "I 
swear, the only thing a man's good for is the one thing we can't 
live without."
     "Sex?"
     "A good jar opener," her mother said smirking at her 
daughter.  "What's this about not being able to live without 
sex?"  Holly blushed, then smiled when she saw her mother's 
face begin to light up.  They hugged hard.  The phone rang and 
her mother got up, gave her a peck on the cheek, then headed 
out of the room.
     "Hello?"
     "Holly?" a female asked on the other end.
     "Hi Julie," Holly somewhat somberly replied. "What's 
happening?"
     "Um...I don't know how to tell you this, but...I just saw Shane 
and Wendy Baker!  They're here at the theater together," Julie 
blurted out as if she was announcing Russia's preemptive first 
strike.
     Holly's jaw hung slack for a second, then she recovered 
slightly.  "Shane and I are going to break up," she announced.
     "Oh my gosh!?!  When did this happen?"
     Under her breath, she mumbled "About 45 minutes ago."  
     "What?"
     "Um...about a day or so ago." Holly recovered.  "If he hadn't 
of said something, I would have."
     "Oh?"
     "Yeah.  He just wants one thing."
     "I think he wants two things," Julie snickered.  "He's got 
Wendy's shirt almost completely unbuttoned in the theater I'm 
in with Jeff.  It's disgusting.  You'd think the boy's never seen a 
chest before...well, maybe none as big as Wendy's."
     "Thanks Julie," Holly growled.  Her anger was beginning to 
stir again.
     "Anyti..." was all Holly heard as she slammed down the 
phone.  Here she'd been crying her eye's out, thinking that 
Shane had to be feeling some thoughts of remorse somehow.  
Instead he'd gone straight to Wendy the Bimbo and gotten what 
she wouldn't give him.  Her mind told her to forget the whole 
thing and that she was much better off knowing the real story 
about Shane.  But something in the deep regions of her mind 
couldn't let go of this insult.  'All this time, and he give's up 
because I don't hand over my body?' thought Holly.  
     She busied herself around her room, straightening it up to 
keep her mind from her troubles, but everywhere she looked, 
she saw something that reminded her of him.  Little gifts and 
trinkets that he'd given her over the year.  They all took on a 
new light in her present mind-set.  Each one now represented 
an attempt to get into her shorts.  There seemed to be no love in 
the once treasured items, only lust.  Her mind opened a 
floodgate of her memories.  
     Looking at the teddy bear given on Valentine's Day, she now 
remembered the look on Shane's face when she'd told him "no" 
that night.  It now seemed clear.  The look was one of 'I bought 
you something, you should pay me back."  She remembered 
feeling that way and confronting him with that feeling, only to 
have him get upset with her for thinking that!  He'd made her 
feel so bad because of that too.  RIP!  Without noticing, she'd 
decapitated the bear with her white-knuckled hands.
     "Gotta get a grip," Holly murmured, wandering around the 
room continuing her menial tasks.  "If I keep this up, I might 
start talking to myself."  She stopped at her desk and looked at 
herself in the mirror.  The baggy clothes that she was wearing 
did nothing to reveal her figure.  Ever since she'd begun to 
develop a chest, she'd begun to hide it.  Then, when her hips 
and thighs began to fill out, she'd wore sweats most of the time.  
The funny thing was, she felt deep down that she wanted to 
show off her body, but was afraid of what kind of signal that 
might send to Shane.
     "Maybe if I lose weight?" she wondered.  "NO!  Stop trying to 
win him back!" Holly growled at her reflection.  Besides, every 
time she'd begun to lose weight, she'd lose it from her chest 
first.  Shane had never complained about her figure until she 
gone on a diet once.  She'd went from a 38D to a 36D in about a 
week.  When she'd let Shane know what was going on, he'd 
thrown a fit, telling her he liked the old her.  Guess now she 
knew what "that" was all about now.  
     Holly stared at her bust in the mirror.  She'd wanted so 
much for Shane to caress her there.  There were a few nights 
when she'd almost given in to his pressure, but she'd never 
really been sure about his intentions.  He'd told her he loved 
her, but she'd never really been confident that once she gave 
herself to him, he'd still feel the same.  'Was this whole year 
just about my body?' she wondered.  'Did he really want me 
that bad that he waited around this long to get me?'  Questions 
swam around in her mind.
     'Why do men like them so much?' she agonized.  'I wish I'd 
never grown these stupid things.  I can't run because of them.  
My back hurts more and more because of my posture.  If men 
really cared for women, they wouldn't want them to have such 
discomfort.  Oh...well, I guess I just answered my own question.'  
Holly opened her closet and grabbed a box from the back.  She 
swept her arm across a shelf she'd placed every gift Shane had 
given her, dumping them into the container. 
     As she walked out into the night, she noticed thankfully that 
it had stopped raining.  The silver moon was just starting to 
peek behind the clouds, giving her a hint of light as she made 
her way down a wooded path to her favorite spot on the creek.  
Once there, she got out the bottle of lighter fluid and matches 
she'd retrieved from near their fireplace and began to soak the 
gift-filled box .  Tossing the empty bottle in for good measure, 
she lit a match and took a step back.  With a gleam in her eye, 
she tossed the wooden match into the box.  
     WHUMP!  A fat fire burst to life and began devouring the 
offerings that lay beneath it.  Holly watched as gift after gift 
began to blacken and melt.  She took a seat on a soft, damp log 
and warmed her hands in the fire.  A mixture of rage and 
sorrow began to run through her system.  It seemed that the 
more angered she became, she hotter the fire felt.  The shadows 
in the woods about her danced in the rhythmic light of the fire.   
She growled once more, staring into the fire.  This was not 
working.  For all that she was doing, she wasn't feeling any 
better.  
     "Damn it!" she yelled into the night air.  "All that time!  I just 
wish I knew why he did this to me!"
     Abruptly, the fire began to crackle.  The flames turned 
bright green.  Holly's eyes grew wide and she stumbled back off 
the log.  All the midnight sounds disappeared except for the 
fire.  Righting herself, she was shocked to find a shimmering 
form hovering over the flames.  The only human attribute she 
could make out was a blurry red face, the rest of the form a 
mass of swirling green flames.  Remembering to breathe, Holly 
gulped down some air.
     ~YE HAVE SUMMONED ME, FAIR HAIRED ONE,~ the form 
boomed.  ~HAST THOU A REQUEST?~
     Shaking, Holly cocked an eyebrow.  
     "Ummm...Me?  Nooo," she uttered cautiously.  "I don't eeeven 
kknow what you are."
     ~TROUBLESOME WELP!!!~ the form spat, glowing brighter.  
~YE HATH DISTURBED ME FOR NAUGHT?   YE SHALL BE 
PUNISHED SEV...~
     "No No No," Holly stammered, thinking quickly.  "I 
summoned you because I...um.  I..well.  Oh!  I wanted to get 
back at my x-boyfriend for dumping me.  Yeah."
     ~WHAT MANNER OF TORTURE DOES THOU WISH TO EVOKE ON 
THE LAD?~ the form asked, toning down it's flame.
     "I...well..,"  Holly uttered, then under her breath said, "I just 
wish I knew what my boyfriend thought of me."
     ~GRANTED.  FROM THIS NIGHT FORWARD, THE LAD'S DESIRES 
WILL BE KNOWN TO THEE.   I DEPART!~ growled the form as the 
fire beneath leapt into the air, surrounding it in a cocoon of 
light.  Then, just as quickly, it sucked back into the fire, 
shattering the box below as it slammed into the ground.  
Embers filled the sky, making a dusty cloud of glowing red 
particles that fell slowly to the ground.  The darkness swept in, 
leaving no trace of the light that had been in front of Holly just 
seconds before.  Now, only the moonlight was left to guide her 
back to the house.
     Trying desperately to make sense out of what just occurred, 
Holly shook her head several times as if to dislodge the 
memory.  Her skin still felt the heat the form has exerted, but 
something in her mind was quickly trying to explain away the 
entire event.  By the time she'd hit the house, she'd even begun 
to laugh tersely, putting the whole "imagined" event behind her.

*****

     The next day, Holly sat in homeroom, not looking all that 
well.  Julie entered and saw her friend moping in the corner, 
staring out into the morning fog.  With a flick of her short, red 
hair, Julie plopped down in front of her and gave her a flash of 
her perfect teeth.
     "Still upset?" Julie grinned.  Holly remained stationary and 
grumbled a greeting.  Julie, not knowing when to leave well 
enough alone, proceeded to talk on and on about what she saw 
at the theater the night before.  
     "Look Julie, I'm not in the mood to talk about him right now, 
alright?"  Holly finally cried out.  The room grew quieter, letting 
Holly know she'd said that a bit too loud.  Julie's face showed 
her quick transformation from confused shock to indignant 
anger before Holly even had a chance to apologize.
     "Sheesh.  Fine!" Julie growled, moving from her desk and out 
of the room.  Holly began to walk after her when Shane entered 
the room.  Their eyes met briefly, causing Shane to catch his 
breath.  Quickly, his eyes shot to the ground.  Grabbing him by 
the arm, Holly drug him out into the hallway.
     "Wendy?  WENDY?" Holly hissed, tears beginning to well in 
her eyes.  "You asshole!  The same fucking night?  God, I hope I 
didn't make you late or anything!" she whispered, choking on 
her own fury.
     "I was going to.." Shane started.
     "No!  That does not make it right!  Telling me wouldn't have 
made it right for you to do what you did.  Do you have any idea 
how this makes me look?  Do you even care that I loved you?" 
Holly ranted, not waiting for answers.  "You did all this because 
I didn't have jet black hair and let you have your way with me?  
Or did you do this because you didn't love me?  Answer me!"
     "I never said anything about your hai.." Shane began.
     "Answer me!" Holly cried, pounding her fist on the locker 
behind her.
     "Hey you kids," the monstrous school dean shouted.  "What's 
going on down there?"  Coming up the hallway was Mr. 
Roundtree, the biggest adult in the school.  His barrel-chested 
laugh could be heard around the block.
     "Nothing, Mr. Roundtree, nothing at all," Holly peeped, losing 
the fight against her tears and running for the bathroom.  Mr. 
Roundtree yelled after her, but let her go to attend to Shane.
     "Well Mr. Winter.  I see you've missed your detention hall 
desk," the dean chuckled.
     "No sir, not really," Shane replied sheepishly.
     "Now don't be shy, boy.  I know you and it must be real close 
by now.  Why, a few more trips and I'll bet we can even get the 
school board to dip it in bronze and put a plaque on it, if you 
finally graduate," Mr. Roundtree stated, pointing in the direction 
of the detention hall.
     In the girl's restroom, Holly sat quietly in the end stall.  
Using the coarse toilet paper to dry her eyes, she stared blankly 
at the closed door.  In the top left corner she spied a scribbling 
which read, "Wendy Baker has implants!"  She chuckled a bit, 
recognizing the handwriting as Julie's.  Boy, she'd really have 
some apologizing to do to her.  
     Taking a deep breath, she headed out from the stall.  Passing 
the dingy mirror, she glanced at her reflection for a brief 
moment and almost lost her balance from shock.  
     Her hair!  It was black!  

     "Wha???.." Holly stammered, grabbed a handful of her hair 
and brought it in front of her face.  There, in the palm of her 
hand, was an ebony black tuft of hair.  She smelled it, thinking 
someone might have gotten her with ink or something, but she 
could only smell the shampoo she'd used that morning.  
Hurriedly grabbing a paper 'bag' towel from the wall, she began 
rubbing her hair with it.  Nothing.  It was really in there.
     Holly stared into the mirror, her mind spinning.  What could 
have caused this?  When was the last time she'd seen herself?  
How long had she been this way?  And why hadn't anyone said 
anything about this?  Julie and Shane had both just seen her, 
and neither of them had said anything.  
     "Hi," 
     Holly jumped as a girl entered the restroom.  It was Jill 
Simmons, a girl Holly had in math class.  
     "I didn't mean to scare you," Jill said timidly.
     "No, it's ok.  I'm sorry," replied Holly, trying to look casual.
     "Love your new color," mentioned Jill as she walked down to 
the stalls.  
     "Uh...yeah.  Thanks."  Holly scurried out of the bathroom.  
How was she going to explain this?  Spontaneous brunettion?  
She needed time to think.  As she headed out into the hall, Mr. 
Roundtree was waiting for her.
     "A disguise?" he queried, staring at her hair.  "If you think 
I'm dumb enough not to recognize you with...hey!  How are you 
doing that?"  Mr. Roundtree stared straight at Holly's hair.
     "What?" Holly asked, scared to find out what was happening.
     "Your hair color.  It just faded back to blond.  What is that 
stuff, disappearing hair coloring?" he asked, scratching his 
scruffy chin.  
     Out of the corner of her eye, Holly could see that, indeed, her 
hair had gone back to blonde.  This concerned her more then 
her original shock. 
     "Yeah, I..err..got it at that little novelty shop in the square," 
she said weakly.  "Pretty funny, eh?"
     "Not bad, not bad.  Hope you got your money's worth," Mr. 
Roundtree lectured as he led her to detention hall.  "Now you 
and Mr. Winter will have lots of time to air out your differences 
after school.   I don't want you two talking or fighting in D-12.  
Do you understand?"
     "Don't worry, I've got nothing to say to him," Holly grumbled, 
still looking at her hair.

*****

     Halfway through the detention period, Julie and Holly had 
managed to make up via a intricate network of person to person 
note passing.  Julie almost got busted when she'd taken the last 
note, scribbled it out completely, then hit Shane in the back of 
the head with it's wadded up carcass.  Holly smirked, hiding her 
face from Shane's probing eyes.  He knew she'd had something 
to do with it, and quietly mouthed the words, "pain in the ass." 
     Just as he turned back toward the front, Holly felt a hard 
pinch on her right butt cheek.  She jumped from her seat, 
thinking she'd sat on a tack, but could see nothing but the cold, 
hard plastic seat all teens growing bodies are subjected to.  As 
she stood, she felt the pain still.  Her hands quickly glided over 
her rear, searching for the cause.  Her soft jeans and ample 
behind was all she could find, and yet she was still in pain.  
Holly was about to cry out for help when Julie hit Shane in the 
back with another wad of paper.  The instant it hit him, the pain 
stopped.  Shane turned around, this time knowing the culprit.  
He flipped her off, causing chuckles in the other delinquents 
around him.  
     Holly gingerly sat back down, trying to make sense out of 
the day's events.  Twice something odd had happened.  Her 
brow furrowed as she tried to link the two together.  Black 
hair?  Pain in her behind?  Then it stuck her.  These were both 
things Shane had said before they happened.  He must be what 
was causing all the trouble, but how...? 
     'The creek!' she remembered.  'That...thing!  It was real!  
Ohmigosh...what did I wish for?  
     'I just wished I knew what my boyfriend thought of me...'  
     'Holy spit, it's really happening!  But I just wanted to know 
it, not experience it!?' she protested in silence.  Holly's eyes 
darted back and forth around the room, wondering if anyone 
was watching her.  There was now no telling what would 
happen to her.  God, what if he began thinking she was a 'dog' 
or something like that?  Would she become one?   
     Julie began to wad up another missile when Holly kicked her 
in the shin.  She had no desire to piss off the boy that might 
very well hold her life in his hands.  Unfortunately, she did 
incur the wrath of the monitor.
     "Holly, come sit up near the front so I can keep an eye on 
you," the wrinkled old school nurse cackled, pointing a twig-like 
finger at a chair across from Shane.  Holly did so fearfully, 
making every effort not to make eye contact with him.  
Sweating, she began studying the book in front of her.  
     Shane pulled his arms over his head, stretching.  Controlling 
her reactions, Holly was able to continue "reading", although 
she'd nearly jumped out of her skin by his sudden movements.  
Out of the corner of her eye, she could tell that he was looking 
at her.  She could feel her heart pulse in her chest, her fingers 
clinching the book tighter.  Not knowing what would happen 
next was driving her crazy.  She almost wished he'd wish her 
dead so she could get out of this situation.
     "Ahh!" Holly squeaked as she felt something between her 
legs.  The whole room turned their attention to her, wondering 
what had made her scream out.  She apologized and picked up 
the book again, trembling.  Something had touched her crotch 
area!  Not knowing what to do, she flipped to the next page.  
There!  She felt it again!.
     Slowly sliding her hand down to that region, she found no 
exterior force was causing her this discomfort.  She adjusted 
herself in her seat, only to be answered by an intruding feeling 
in her crotch, one she'd only felt when she inserted her tampon 
or from her trips to the doctor.  Crossing her legs, she tried 
desperately to remain calm.  
     As time went on, however, the sensation became more 
pronounce and she could feel something moving in and out of 
her pussy slowly.  Was this what a 'hot flash' was?  Her body 
began to react, sending moisture to that area to relieve her of 
some of the friction.  With each second, the sensation prodded a 
bit deeper and faster into her.  Holly bit her bottom lip, choking 
back the burning urge to moan and scream.  It felt wonderful 
and terrifying all at the same time, causing the waves of 
pleasure to flow even better through her system.  Almost cross-
eyed now with containment, she glanced over Shane's way.  He 
was sitting back with his hands in his pockets, and she could see 
he was playing pocket pool with his own cue.  He was grinning 
and ...!!!?
     Immediately, Holly realized the source of the pleasure and 
became outraged.  She reached over and slapped Shane, then 
stormed past the livid nurse and out of the school.  As she 
walked to her car, she could feel her moist underwear rubbing 
against her legs, reminding her constantly what had just 
occurred.  A little part of her wanted to go back inside, really 
liking the experience.  Fumbling with the keys, she opened her 
car and climbed inside.  For a few minutes, she sat in the 
silence, trying to figure out what to do about her new lot in life.  
Before she knew it, she'd fallen asleep from all the shock and 
excitement.
 
*****

     That night, the phone rang in Holly's room.  She'd just gotten 
out of the shower and was having a tough time holding her 
towel around her body as she scrambled to answer the call. 
     "Hello?"
     "Um, hi.  It's me," Shane replied quietly.  
     Holly didn't respond.  Like a deer in the headlights, she stood 
motionless, trying to decide what to say.  
     "Look, I know you're upset with me, and I don't blame you.  
But I've been doing some thinking and, well, maybe we can still 
make it work?" he asked.
     Again, Holly couldn't think of a thing to say.  She wanted to 
hang up, but that would piss him off.  But saying yes would 
mean she'd have to see him more, and she didn't know what 
might happen if she did.  BEEP.  The call waiting went off, 
making Holly jump.
     "Hang on, I've got another call," Holly said timidly.  
     "You on the other line?" Julie asked playfully.  "I'll bet you 
anything it's Shane, right?"
     "How did you know?" 
     "Cause I just saw Wendy with the captain of the football 
team.  He just broke up with Brenda and Wendy liked him a lot, 
so I knew he'd be calling you because I'll bet she told Shane to 
get lost.  What are you guys..."Julie rambled.
     "Julie, thanks for telling me this," Holly said gritting her 
teeth.  "I have to go now and deal with him."
     "Good luck!"
     Holly hit the switch and the hold button.  She needed time to 
think.  Her anger was building inside, but fear was doing it's 
best to hold it in.  Holly hated this feeling of helplessness.   
Being at the whim of this boy was not how she wanted to live 
the rest of her life.  Not when she would experience everything 
he was thinking...  A light bulb popped on over her head.  
     Maybe she could use this to her advantage for once?
     "Shane?  Sorry about that.  I tell you what, why don't you 
come pick me up and we'll go out somewhere to get a snack or 
something?" Holly cooed.
     "Uh.  Sure.  Be right there," Shane said cautiously, not 
knowing what caused her mood change.
     Running around the room getting ready, she kept track 
mentally of the changes she'd always wanted done to her body.  
Lose pounds off her thighs, get a button nose, lose two cup sizes 
off her bust.  If she played her cards right, maybe she could get 
Shane to imagine her this way.  As long as his mind was playing 
with her like she was Play-do, might as well try and make 
something good become of it.
     Ten minutes later, they were on their way downtown.  Holly 
hadn't said much, trying to plan her words carefully as Shane 
drove.  He began to talk about what he thought they'd meant to 
each other over the past year and how he'd been wrong to 
leave.  She ignored him, finally ready to begin her test.
     "Shane," she interrupted.  "What would you say if I told you 
I wanted a nose job?"
     Shane sputtered, not expecting this line of questioning to 
come up tonight.  "I dunno, I guess I've never really thought 
about it."
     "Just think of it," she purred, holding onto his arm.  "Me with 
a little button nose, the kind that flair up just a bit at the end 
the way Missy Simmons does."  As the words left her mouth, 
she began to feel a pulling sensation from the inside of her nose, 
as if something inside her head was slowly pulling it back in.  
Her eyes teared up from the sensation, but soon it stopped.  She 
moved her hand up to her face.  It had worked!  She pulled 
down the vanity mirror and "checked her makeup," and couldn't 
believe her eyes.  Perched on her face was a cute, button nose.  
She grinned widely, very excited about the possibilities.
     Shane pulled into a local Hardee's.  As the interior light came 
on when he opened the door, Shane gasped as he saw Holly's 
new face.
     "I was going to tell you," she said matter-of-factly.  "I got a 
nose job a month ago.  I've been wearing a fake nose because I 
didn't want others making fun of me for doing it.  Do you like?"
     "I....I...well, yes!" he gasped, not closing his mouth for a good 
minute.  
     'I'm hungry, let's go eat," Holly said, bounding from the car.  
Outside, she grabbed onto his arm, hanging on him like a little 
child.  As they walked in, she started phase two of her plan.
     "You know what else I've been doing?  I've been working 
out a lot on my legs.  You never knew, cause I've been wearing 
baggy clothes, but now, I look like Sally Green down there.  Can 
you imagine that?" she giggled.
     Shane was in a state of amazement.  Never had she acted 
this way around him, and he was loving it.  "Yeah," he said, his 
eyes wandering down her body.  "Yeah, I can."  
     Immediately, Holly felt a steady pushing pressure on the 
outside of her thighs and calves, like they were being squeezed 
in a vise.  She could feel her sweats become baggier and baggier 
and her panties go very loose on her hips.  He was doing her a 
favor and imagining her up a firmer butt and hips as well!  As 
they hit the door, Holly blocked the entrance.  As with her nose, 
she would have to show him the new changes in order for them 
to become locked in his mind.  If she didn't, when he started 
thinking of something else, she might revert back like her hair 
did that afternoon.
     "Look," she said playfully.  The excitement of the changes 
seemed to have gotten rid of her shyness altogether.  She 
quickly whipped down her white sweats, giving him and herself 
a brief glimpse of her new form.  There, under those now huge 
sweats, was the legs of a super model.  Shane almost had to 
clamp his eyes into his head.
     "But how did you?  I mean...when?" he stuttered, looking like 
a lost puppy when she pulled up her sweats again.
     "You'd be surprised what two layers of leggies can make you 
look like," she concocted.  "I was afraid you'd only like me for 
my new body.  A girl has to be wanted for her mind first, you 
know.  Just thought this would be a nice surprise someday."
     "It is...it is!" he drooled, following her into the burger joint.  
At the order counter, he declined to order anything, saying he 
was only hungry for one thing now.  Holly smiled and bat her 
eyelashes, knowing full well she had one more thing to do 
before she had to devise a way to escape his control forever.  
     Having gone through those changes must have done 
something to Holly's bladder, for she really had to go to the 
bathroom.  Taking a bite of her sandwich, she excused herself 
and headed to the ladies room.  Shane watched as she walked 
away, having to hold onto the top of she sweats so they 
wouldn't fall down around her ankles.  A drunken smile crossed 
his face, and he sighed, letting his mind wander.
     "This is turning out better than I'd hoped," Holly said, 
admiring her form in the mirror.  She'd removed her panties 
and stuffed them into her sweats pocket, for they'd grown way 
to large for her tiny frame to hold up.  The string on the sweats 
hung down to her knees after she'd taken up all the slack from 
it to make it hug her form.  Holding up her purple T-shirt, she 
looked at her stomach.  Even it seemed smaller.  She washed 
her hands, getting ready to head out to the lobby.
     STRETCH!  Her ears perked up as she heard then felt 
something on her back.  She turned around, thinking someone 
was touching her there.  No one was around.   Letting her 
breath out, she turned back to the mirror.  
     STRETCH!  There it was again!  Frightened, she held her 
breath again, looking in the mirror to see if someone was 
around.  Scanning the room slowly, her eyes came to rest on her 
shirt.  Something was different.  Holly stood up straighter, 
turning to profile her bust.  It looked a bit larger!
     "Oh shit!" she exclaimed.  "Dammit Shane, not this!" she 
mumbled.  As she took in her next breath, she felt her bra 
stretch again.  The air she was inhaling was going directly to her 
breasts!  Holly took little breaths, and sure enough, she felt her 
boobs swell a little each time.  
     "I gotta stop this," she said, holding her breath.  As she 
headed out into the little hallway, a pimply-faced boy of 15 
with a cart full of bread slammed into her mid-section, 
knocking the wind out of her.
     "GASP!" Holly grunted as she fell to the floor.  Her body 
involuntarily began fighting for more air, filling up her tits 
more and more.  The boy bent down to help her up, but 
dropped her when he saw what was happening.
     "You're...You're breasts!" he stammered, watching as Holly lie 
on her back, frantically using both her arms to hold back her 
incrementally inflating tits.  By now, her bra had had it's fill of 
trying to hold back her volleyball sized breasts and began to 
tighten.  Holly tried desperately to control her breathing, but 
her lungs wanted more air still.  Each breath brought her bra 
tighter and tighter.  The boy, now drooling, stood over her in 
total amazement.  She could feel her breasts swell around the 
tight constraints of her bra, pulling the clasp tighter into her 
back.
     "Shane!" she yelled, not knowing what else to do.  Slowly, her 
breasts deflated back to their original size.  She must have 
broken his concentration.  Soon, he appeared in the hallway, 
looking curiously as she picked herself up form the floor.
     "What's going on?" he demanded angrily, staring at the boy 
who was pointing at Holly with a smile on his face.  Holly could 
tell he was about to say what he'd seen, and she couldn't have 
that.
     "He hit me with this cart," she said in her best wounded child 
voice.  Outraged, Shane punched the boy in the face, knocking 
him onto the cart and out cold.  Holly looked at the boy.  He still 
had a smile on his face.  
     They gathered up her snacks and left the building quickly.  
Once outside, Holly refused to answer any of Shane's questions 
about the incident.  She was too shaken about what had 
happened to her body to think straight.  As they pulled from 
the parking lot, Holly decided that she should attempt to finish 
her last plan, nervous about the outcome.
     "Um, Shane?  You know how when I go on a diet, I lose some 
size...up here?  Well," Holly began, looking at Shane's face.  As 
soon as she said 'up here', Holly began to feel her breasts get 
fuller.  Damn!  She acted quickly.  "Well, they've gone down two 
sizes.  I'm about the size of Julie now."  
     Thankfully, Holly saw Shane's face droop a bit and felt her 
chest begin to recede.  Her bra, already stretched out from her 
earlier growth at the burger joint, went loose on her frame.  She 
could feel the cups of her bra as her nipples bounced inside 
them, the tips the only things touching the fabric.  Now came 
the hard part.  Holly had steeled herself against disrobing for 
Shane for so long, she felt her hands shake.  But she knew she 
had to do this.
     "See?" she squeaked timidly, lifting both shirt and bra from 
her frame.  Shane almost swerved into oncoming traffic at this 
unexpected treat, but Holly quickly dressed once Shane's eyes 
had transfixed themselves onto her frame.  
     "Bu..bu..*gulp*  Why did you do that?" Shane stammered, 
running his hand through his hair.  
     "Just felt like it.  Since you're leaving me, I thought I'd let 
you know what you were missing," Holly sighed, content that 
her mission here was complete.  She now had the body she'd 
dreamed of, and as soon as Shane said the magic words, she 
would be free from his control.
     "That's what I wanted to talk to you about," Shane said, 
dropping his head a little.  "I don't want to break up."
     
     Holly said nothing.  Her heart, which instantly stopped 
thumping from happiness, sank into her stomach.  What was 
she to do?  Could she just break up with him and the spell be 
lifted?  Before she had a chance to respond, Shane continued his 
confession.
     "I know what I said the other night seemed a bit out of 
the blue, but something happened that I...well...I couldn't 
control myself," he mumbled.
     "Yes?" Holly questioned carefully.
     "Wendy Baker came on to me after football practice a 
couple of days ago.  I don't know where it came from, but 
she...well, she came on real strong," Shane began to describe.
     "Look, I don't want to hear about it, and I already know.  
I saw you two after practice.  Shane, it's obvious that you want 
to go out with her so why don't we just call it quits," Holly 
offered up, hopefully.
     "No, that's just it.  I don't want her.  We didn't do 
anything, heck, I don't even like her," he started, staring 
blankly at Holly.
     "Liar!  Oh, you lie," Holly yelled, her anger beginning to 
surface.  "You're just saying all this because she dumped you 
after one night!  I know it all!"
     "Holly..." he began, rolling his eyes in his head like she 
was crazy.
     "Look jerk, I know you and Wendy were at the theater 
last night, just minutes after our fight.  I also know you two 
weren't watching the film!  And today I found out that Wendy 
is going out with someone else now, so you come crawling back," 
Holly accused, prodding his chest with her index finger to keep 
his attention.
     "She didn't mean anything to me.  You're much more 
beautiful than she is," cooed Shane, trying to stem his downhill 
slide.
     "AARRRGGGGHHH!  God, you lie!" Holly steamed, slapping 
the side of her car door.  "You just like that woman for her tits, 
and that's all you wanted from me!"
     "No.  No, that's not..." Shane began.
     "Bullshit, and I can prove it," Holly stated.  Her mind 
began to send off an alarm, trying to warn her of her present 
course of action.  But her stubborn side and pride were 
screaming much louder at the present time.
     "Ok, Mr. I Don't Like Breasts, here's the test.  If you pass 
this, I'll stay with you as your girlfriend and forget this whole 
thing ever happened.  If you fail, then we're quits after today.  
Agreed?" Holly began.
     "What's the t"
     "AGREED?" Holly cut him off.
     "Yes, yes!  What's the test?" Shane asked, looking worried.
     "For the next half hour, I'm going to try and make you 
think of my breasts.  If you think about them, then I'll win.  If 
you don't, you win," she said tersely.
     "But how will you know if I do?" Shane asked, tilting his 
head slightly.  
     "A woman knows," Holly said, pushing back the nagging 
warnings her brain was sending.
     "Well, ok.  But no fair taking off your clothes," Shane 
demanded, almost joking.  He was liking this game, as Holly 
figured he would.
     For a few minutes, the two sat quietly in the car.  Holly 
was extremely happy.  She knew he'd never be able to do it, 
and once she'd gotten him to lose the bet, she'd really be free 
from him!  She began to moan slightly, rubbing the tops of her 
thighs.  Shane kept his eyes straight ahead on the road, trying 
to ignore the sounds.
     "Ooooh," Holly cooed softly.  "They're so hot.  It's like I'm 
sitting in the sun, with my top off.  I can feel the warmth 
coming straight from the sun, sinking into my cleavage."  
     Shane squirmed a bit in his seat, adjusting his jeans.  
Holly smiled, for she knew that move to be, 'I've grown a boner 
parallel to my leg and it can't get up!'  She was getting to him.
     "This isn't fair," he protested, twisting his hands around 
the steering wheel.
     "Didn't say anything about talking about them," she 
chuckled evily.  "Oh!  Look at that!  My nipples are standing up.  
I guess the warmth has made them come out."  Inside her bra, 
she could swear she felt her chest start to get warmer.  Just as 
she was about to expose Shane's failure in the bet, the dark 
night became a whole lot brighter.
     "Pull over!" said the car behind them, sweeping a 
spotlight around the interior of the car.  Red and blue lights 
fought their way around the blinding white beam that 
constantly moved around.  Shane looked down at the 
speedometer.  76 mph!?!  In his excitement, his leg had begun 
to press harder on the gas.  
     He slowed the car and pulled over to the side of the 
highway.  A chubby officer approached the car and informed 
Shane that going that fast down a 45mph zone had won him a 
free drunk driving test.  Holly watched as Shane followed the 
cop out into the street.  Her mind began to clear and she 
realized that she could have done herself great harm.  Laughing 
shakily, Holly remembered that it was now over, and that being 
it was 11:45 PM, the night was almost over.
     "Blow this up," the officer ordered, handing Shane a pink 
balloon.  He did so, watching it expand to it's limit.  He stopped 
and handed it to the officer.  Satisfied Shane wasn't drunk, the 
officer escorted him back to his car to finish writing the 
speeding ticket.  Holly began to plan the next day in her mind 
and what she'd get to do with her new self.  There was always 
Eric Buck from swim class.  Holly always had liked the way he 
looked, chiseled into his Speedo's and all.  A small smile crawled 
across her face just as the first sensation hit her.
     Holly felt the added weight in her breasts as she 
breathed out and realized that it was happening again.  The 
swelling was barely noticeable as she stared at her chest, but 
she knew it was growing.  Quickly, Holly turned around in her 
seat and looked into the cop's car.  Shane was sitting in the front 
seat, his eyes looking out the side window as the cop was busy 
scratching his head, staring at something on the dash board.  
They didn't look like they'd finish all to soon.
     "Shit!" Holly growled, quickly pulling up her shirt to 
examine what was happening.  What little light there was now 
was illuminating the tops of her chest, heaving as she inhaled.  
Her nipples, which just before had been tickling the insides of 
the bra cups, were being pushed into the smooth fabric a bit 
more each second.  Soon, she could feel the top of her breasts 
swell to the point where they again made contact with the bra's 
top strap.  She saw the sides of the bra become less and less 
wrinkled as her slowly swelling breasts filled the cups.  Holly's 
mind raced, trying to think of something to do.  She held her 
breath, but her chest grew steadily, smoothing the fabric of her 
bra more and more.  This time, she wasn't able to effect the 
growth!
     Holly spun around and looked at the car, same scene.  As 
she stared as Shane, she could swear she could see a smile on 
his face.  Bastard!  A slight creak came from the plastic 
adjusters on her top bra strap and she turned back around.  Her 
boobs were now back to their original size, filling the bra 
completely.  Hoping they might stop here, she moved her 
fingertips up to the front of her bra, pushing on her nipples and 
smashing her breasts to her torso.  Holding them, she could feel 
her tits get a little heavier.  The bottom of her bra grew 
downward, swelling slowly into the palm of her hand.  She 
pressed harder, hoping this desperate course of action might 
stem the enlargement.  But her boobs continued to blow up and 
the underwire of her bra began to move slowly up the base of 
her breasts as they became too big for containment.  
     Removing her hands from her chest, she grew wide-eyed 
as they filled out to their fullest form.  Folds of boob flesh were 
squirting around the cups of her bra.  She felt the underside of 
her bra and there too she felt her tits swelling out from beneath 
her bra.  She began grabbing for the underwire, trying to pull it 
out more, but she could hardly get a finger between her 
wedged-in boobs and the now hyper-tight bra.  Sliding her 
fingers around to the sides, she tried the same thing there.  Only 
when she got around to close to her back was she able to find a 
little leverage, but it did no good.  The top bra straps were 
beginning to hold their ground, making her rising chest swell 
around them.  Holly finally noticed that her breathing was 
becoming labored.  Her bra was too tight.
     "Ok Shane," she grunted.  "Enough is enough."  She slid 
her shirt back down over her over-stuffed bra and noticed that 
it came down to only her midsection now.  She breathed in 
deeply and tucked in into her sweats.  But as she moved to open 
the car door, out it popped.  Holly could feel her new tits sway 
slightly under her shirt as she began to step out of the car, 
almost falling forward as she leaned out to take her first step.
     "Ma'am!" came loudly over the car speaker.  "Please get 
back in the car."  Holly stood beside the car, making sure her 
chest stayed just below the shadow of the car.  From where the 
cop was sitting, he could only see her head, but as Shane turned 
from his daydreaming, he could almost make out her entire 
form.  His eyes opened wide, straining to get a better look at 
what he thought he was seeing.
     "I'm not feeling well, is this going to take long?" Holly 
yelled, noticing that when she finished yelling, her heavy chest 
seemed to have stopped swelling.  She waited hopefully, 
thinking that having broken his concentration, she'd go back to 
normal.  
     "Please get back in the car ma'am, now.  We'll be done 
when we're done," the cop boomed from the speaker.  Holly 
stood there a second, not knowing what to do.  She heard the 
speaker activate a third time and decided to get back in the car 
and hope she'd been successful.  As she shut the door, she 
watched as her volleyball-sized tits shook like two purple 
waterballoons on her body.  The printed lettering 'VOIT' on her 
T-shirt was now stretched out, and as Holly examined herself, 
she couldn't help laughing at the irony.  "That's about how big 
they are," she mumbled to herself.  Here hands timidly pressed 
the sides of her bra, trying to relieve some of the tension.  
     "Wouldn't Wendy be surprised to see these?" Holly said 
to herself, trying to calm her nerves.  She almost had time for a 
smile when she heard a familiar sound come from her already 
strained bra.  Her hands quickly grasped the tight bulge of her 
shirt, feeling the material stretch under the enlarging mass of 
her chest.  Quickly, she whipped down the vanity mirror on the 
sun visor, examining her own body.  Her shirt, already tight, 
was ballooning outward slowly, the material becoming more 
and more like a second skin.  As her shirt became even tighter, 
it revealed how deep the straps of her bra were being pulled 
into her ample boobs.  The bra had reached it's maximum 
stretch limit moments ago, as was now an ever increasing 
pressure on her body.  
     SNAP!  Holly winced as her swelling breasts broke the 
underwire support inside her bra.  The bottom of her chest 
reached down to her above her belly button, which was now 
showing.  Only a little ribbon of her purple shirt wasn't hugging 
the bulbous form of her distending tits.  The pain from her bra 
became too great and Holly sat forward, trying to reach the 
straining clasps.  Not used to the weight, she slammed her boobs 
into her knees.  
     "This is just great," she said through gritted teeth.  "I feel 
like a Macy's Parade balloon."  Her fingers fumbled toward the 
back of her bra, but the ever tightening shirt made movement 
back there impossible.  As she strained one last time, she heard 
stitches in her armpit and shoulder rip at the same time.  She 
sat back, seeing that her shirt was beginning to tear.  In the 
mirror, she saw that the bra-line was really cutting a swath 
across the middle of her ballooning bust and down the tops of 
her tits, forcing the growth downward.  Her shirt was now 
completely tight, filled out fully by her navel-reaching 
knockers.  
     "Uhhh....break dammit!" Holly shouted, and began shaking 
her bazooms left and right violently, arching her back as well.  
Her huge tits hit the door initially, causing an audible thud.  She 
moved over slightly, repeating the action.  With her eyes closed, 
she pushed on the sides of her breasts, making sure her hands 
lay over the strap chasms.  Holly almost felt the four metal 
clasps begin to bend straight.  With each movement, she heard 
her shirt rip a little.  Poink!  One clasp gave way.  Holly 
increased her side-to-side motion, removing her hands and 
letting her mammoth mammaries to swing freely.  
     RIP!  Her bra's fabric tore and instantly she opened her 
eyes in relief.  Holly watched as the bra-line that had cut into 
her bulbous form quickly grew into a completely round and full 
bust that covered most of her torso.  With her bra not 
constricting her shape, she could see that although her breasts 
were just bigger then the largest "altered" women Shane had 
shown her from his magazines, her nipples had stayed the same 
size.  
     "Nice attention to detail," Holly grumbled, maneuvering 
her fingertips to the sight of her discovery.  Her nipples were 
hard, but because the shirt was now a second, purple skin, they 
were being forced into her boobs.  She playfully moved her 
arms into the sides of her chest, forming a huge cleavage crease 
in her shirt.  
     "Ok, Shane," she mumbled.  "I'm huge now.  You can 
stoooop."  Her tits continued to swell, making the rips in the 
sleeves and shoulders inches wider by the minute.  By now, 
Holly's breasts were almost laying atop her legs, sticking out 
from her a good 2 feet.  She could feel the edge of her shirt as it 
began to tighten against her boobs.  In the mirror, she saw that 
the bottom of her breasts were slowly being unveiled as the 
shirt crept it's way up her bosom.  Closing her eyes, Holly could 
feel her skin being compressed even further by the tightening 
top, each breath causing a little tear here and there.  
     As soon as it had started, it stopped.  Holly looked quickly 
down at her form.  She looked enormous, as if someone had 
tried to halfway blow up two beach balls inside her shirt.  The 
rips halfway down her side gave anyone beside her a good side 
view of her monstrous melons and the front of her shirt sported 
two normal-sized nipples, which made her breasts look that 
much bigger.  Peering behind her, she saw that Shane was being 
handed the ticket.
     "Ok, Shane.  Start remembering me..." Holly prayed, 
sitting forward a bit and placing her full tits on her lap to rest 
her back.  Minutes wore on and Holly didn't grow any further, 
but she didn't return to normal either.  The cool night air was 
caressing her newly-grown chest, making her tiny nipples hard.  
     Slam.  The door to the cop car shut and she heard 
footsteps approaching.  'Shrink, shrink, shrink.' Holly thought, 
rubbing the sides of her overly abundant breasts.  As Shane's 
hand reached the handle, she knew it was too late.
     "Well, thanks a llllllllll," Shane stopped, staring wild-eyed 
at Holly's bloated breasts.  "What the?!?!" 
     "You did this, you pervert!" Holly cried, trying to connect 
her hands at the front of her chest.  She realized that her 
instinct to cover herself was futile due to the sheer mass now 
involved, plus her shirt continued to rip a bit more due to her 
movements.  Giving up, she cocked the seat back a little and 
crossed her arms in disgust, laying them on the tops of her 
breasts.  
     "But...but...you're so..." he stammered, his jaw constantly 
dropping wide open.  
     "Shane.  SHANE!" she shouted, trying to break his stare.  
"I know this is a hard thing to ask, but I want you to close your 
eyes and remember me the way I was ten minutes ago.  Do this, 
please," Holly asked, toning down her voice.  Shane continued to 
stare, but a shift punch in his leg broke his slobbering stare and 
he closed his eyes.  A few moments went by.  Nothing 
happened.
     "Dammit Shane, remember what I just looked like!" Holly 
shouted.  He grimaced, then opened his eyes.  Tapping the skin-
tight shirt, Holly waited and watched her bosom.  Still nothing 
happened.
     "I did what you said, but why did you want me to do 
that?" he spoke, looking only at her breasts.  "How did that 
happen?"
     "You did it!  You thought about them growing and now 
I'm friggen enormous!  What's wrong with you?  Do you think I 
look good like this?" she shouted, pointing to her heaving 
breasts.
     "Well, actually, yes I do," Shane confessed, grinning.  "I've 
never told you this, but one of my fantasies was to make it with 
a women who had a super-large chest.  I...I also have a thing for 
breasts that enlarge and grow out of bra's and shirts and stuff 
like that."
     Holly laughed.  "That's ridiculous.  Where did you get 
such a weird idea like that?  You're disturbed, you know that?  
Women aren't something you can mold and shape to your whim.  
Is that what I am to you, some blow-up doll?"  Holly slid her 
hands down her boobs, trying to pull down the edge of her 
shirt. 
     "No, I didn't mean in real life.  I just...well...It's hard to 
explain," Shane said quietly, never having told this to anyone, 
let alone a mega-mammeried goddess like Holly had just 
become.  "Ever since I started realizing I liked girls, I've had 
this urge inside me somewhere to watch breasts grow.  I've 
seen it in some films and it's always excited me.  I don't know 
where it's come from, but I just know it effects me," 
     Holly sat silent, not knowing what to say.  "Well, I'm glad 
you felt like sharing," she said sarcastically.  "Now,  you have to 
think of me back in my old shape so they will go back to normal 
and DON'T ask me how that's going to work."
     "I already did that," Shane said sheepishly.  "I promise 
you, I sat there and thought of you back at the burger joint, like 
you asked."
     "Well, then why am I still big," she said hypothetically.  
She noticed the electronic clock on the dash.  It was flashing 
12:05.  Looking at the clock, her mind raced back to events that 
evening.  Within a few moments, she realized what had 
occurred.
     "Okay Shane, I need you to do something for me.  But you 
have to promise to do exactly as I ask,"  Holly said sternly.  
     "What is it?" he asked, his attention being drawn from 
her tits again.
     "You have to promise," she demanded.
     Shane sat on his side of the car, watching as the cop 
finally started his engine and sped on by.  A thought hit him, 
followed by a devilish grin.
     "Why should I?" he asked slyly.  "What if I like the way 
you look?  Maybe I don't want you to go back to normal?"
     Holly's heart raced.  She couldn't make him think her 
back to normal, no matter how many ways she looked at it.  Her 
problem was that at midnight, Shane had lost their bet and his 
thoughts were no longer effecting her body.  Now she had to try 
and make him say that they were boyfriend and girlfriend 
again AND get him to think her back to normal.  But as hard as 
she tried, she couldn't think of a way to make this occur without 
telling him that he controlled her body with his thoughts.  That 
is, if he hadn't figured that part out already.
     "What if I say no?  What's the worst that happens to 
me?" he continued.
     Holly continued to stare at the clock, it's pulsing numbers 
almost beating in time with her heart.  Each angle her mind 
proposed ended in Doug abusing his power.  There was no way 
she could avoid it.  Her head tipped back, signaling her defeat.  
She sighed deeply, causing another little tear in the side of her 
shirt.  Shane's smile got a little bigger, staring at the area the rip 
came from.  
     "Ok, Shane.  This is the whole story," she explained, telling 
him about the fire-entity and the effects of his thoughts on her 
that day.  "What I need you to do is to agree to be my boyfriend 
again and to 'think' me back to normal.  Now, knowing this 
about you," she said, pointing to her strained shirt, "I will make 
a deal with you.  If you promise to break up with me and 
return me to normal afterward, I'll do whatever you ask 
tonight."
     Shane almost fainted.  Holly looked at his gleaming face, 
one that looked as if it'd won 10 million dollars.  His eyes were 
so wide she could see white all around his pupils.  Having been 
with him a year, she'd never seen him so happy.  But as she 
thought about the situation, she wondered why she wasn't more 
upset by the thought of giving in to his whims.  This was the 
man who'd dumped her because she wouldn't put out and gone 
out with someone else that very same night.  She should be 
furious at the prospect of what she was having to do, but she 
realized she wasn't.  In fact, the thought of finally getting to 
have sex after all this time was sort of exciting.  Maybe it was 
the thought of getting her ultimate body back that was making 
her feel tingly all of a sudden, but for some reason, she was 
getting aroused.
     
     "Ok, I agree," Shane said finally.  "What I want is to have 
sex with you as your breasts grow, and for you to be "scared" at 
what's happening, saying things like, "I'm blowing up and I'm 
going to burst" and stuff like that."  He rubbed his hands 
together, drooling a little out the side of his mouth.
     "Figures," Holly said slyly.  "Ok, I'll do it.  Now, repeat 
after me," Holly instructed.  Shane and Holly exchanged lines, 
stating that after the event, that if Shane didn't fulfill his part of 
the promise that they would be broken up again.  Holly's mind 
warned her that he could possibly just leave her in whatever 
state she was in at the time, but she believed it was her only 
chance to get back to normal.  Satisfied that the word 
agreement was stated correctly, she sat back in the seat as 
Shane quickly started the car.
     Holly sat looking at the tops of her chest, thinking about 
the situation she was in.  As her mind wandered, she noticed 
that her hands were rubbing the sides of her breasts slightly, 
causing little waves of pleasure.  Shane sped down the highway 
as fast as he could without attracting another cop.  His eyes 
moved quickly from her chest to the road, spending more time 
on her chest then on the road.  Twice he almost rear-ended 
traffic ahead of them.
     "Watch the road, honey," Holly cooded, getting into the act 
already.  "They're not going anywhere."  As the words left her 
mouth, she realized that she was really enjoying the situation.  
As she considered it, the thought came to her that a part of her 
that she'd repressed all these years was coming out.  It was the 
part of her that wanted desperately to show off her ample 
cleavage like some of the other women were doing in school.  It 
was the part of her that wanted to have Shane take her down in 
the middle of a cornfield somewhere and make love to her.  
And it was the part of her that was angry at people like Wendy 
who stole away boyfriends doing something that Holly wasn't 
ready for but wanted to do.  Now she was ready and willing to 
make up for all that lost time.
     "Shane, are you blowing me up?" Holly gasped, clutching 
the sides of her breasts, her eyes wide open.  Shane looked at 
her puzzled, not understanding her question.  
     "No, I'm thinking about where I'm going," he stated 
slowly.  "I'm not thinking about you."
     Writhing in her seat a little, she moved her hands about 
her breasts, finally joining them around the apex of her tits.  
Her chest fit perfectly inside her joined arms.  She pulled her 
hands inward, squashing her breasts together even more.  
Slowly, the bottom of her shirt slid up on her breast, uncovering 
the bottom fifth of her boobs.    
     "I'm getting bigger, I can feel it!" she sighed, closing her 
eyes and moaning.  A small smile curled up on Shane's mouth 
and he turned back to watch the road.  Holly gasped a little as 
she felt her breasts begin to swell slowly again.  Both people 
heard tiny rips from the sides of her shirt as her already huge 
hooters enlarged even more.  
     "My shirt!  Ohhh, Shane...my shirt!" Holly moaned, still 
shocked at how well she was falling into the roll.  "My breasts 
are getting too big.  My shirt's going to rip apart."
     Shane looked back briefly.  He watched as Holly grabbed 
the 5" rip in the side of her shirt and tried to pull the material 
back toward the other side of the seam, covering the hole it 
made.  She tossed her head, causing her hair move.  Looking 
closely, he could see that the rip in the shoulder seam was 
getting wider.   
     "Shane, what's going on?  Why am I getting so big?" Holly 
asked, continuing to try and cover her rips.  She felt her shirt 
move slowly up her swelling skin, baring more and more of her 
ballooning boobs.  RIP!  Letting out a little squeak, Holly noticed 
that the front of her shirt was actually starting to rip, making a 
gap that showed her cleavage.
     "Oh no!  My shirt is ripping even more, Shane.  Help me!" 
she squirmed.  Shane looked and saw that slowly but steadily, 
the tear in front of her shirt was ripping wider and longer.  
Over the steady hum of the engine and Holly's breathing, he 
could here a tortured tearing sound coming from all points of 
her shirt as her knockers continued to grow.  Her chest now 
covered her entire torso and the bottom of her boobs were 
laying squarely in her lap.  He smiled as he watched Holly's 
fingers grip into the sides of her breasts.
     "I didn't know this could be so much fun," Holly said, 
breaking character for a moment.   Grinning slightly, she 
bounced her bosom around in her lap.  "Oh, OH!  They are 
getting so full.  I can feel something filling me up more and 
more.  My tits are too big!"  
     "Screw this," Shane said, getting off at an exit they were 
coming up on.  "I can't wait anymore.  I'm finding a nice 
secluded place now!"
     Holly chuckled lightly.  She had always wanted to tease 
men and make them go crazy.  This wasn't exactly what she had 
had in mind, though.  Looking at her breasts, she was in awe at 
how truly large they were becoming.  
     CRACK!  Holly shook as the seat broke and slammed 
backwards one notch in the recline position.  Her breast weight 
had gotten too much for the chair!  Moaning, she tried to pull 
her shirt back down after having used the opportunity of her 
falling to ride up to almost her nipples.  But from the loud tears 
that came right after the seat went back, she wouldn't have to 
worry about the shirt for long.  She grimaced, realizing that she 
would need a shirt after this whole event was over and the only 
one around was about to become a rag.
     "Shane, I have to get my shirt off," Holly said calmly, 
trying to get her fingers underneath the underside of the shirt.  
Shane just smiled and gripped the wheel tighter.  Suddenly, she 
felt her breasts inflate a little faster.
     "No, no, really Shane.  I need to get this off without 
anymore ripping," she grunted, having a tough time getting her 
words out toward the end as her tits grew fatter faster inside 
the shirt.  The tearing became a constant rip now, signaling the 
end of it was near.  
     "Stop!  I'm blowing up too fast.  My shirt...my shirt...it's 
going to...going to....to..."she hissed through gritted teeth.  Shane 
stared wide-eyed at her breasts, his mouth drooping open 
again.   The rips widened faster and her tit flesh began pouring 
out from them.  Her cleavage had now begun to force it's way 
out the ever-widening front tear.  Not able to take the pressure, 
Holly took in one long, deep breath and thrust her back into her 
heavy chest, forcing her tits all at once into her shirt.  It 
surrendered, causing her beachball-like boobs to spread out 
more in the car. 
     "Yow!  That dash is cold!" Holly said, her nipples laying on 
top of the plastic framework.  She sat back in her seat to move 
them, but found out that she was still touching the dash when 
she did.  She looked about her, watching her mountainous 
breasts spread outward and around in the car more and more.
     "Um, Shane.  I'm getting too big, really," Holly stated, 
using her left arm to push her growing gazongas away from the 
stick shift.  "You're car too small for me to get any bigger."  As 
she told him, she removed the remainders of her shirt and bra 
from around her neck and tossed them in the back seat.  Her 
tits continued to swell, and she could feel more and more of the 
cold door as her breasts grew to meet it.
     "Shane," she said slowly.  "Stop it.  I'm still growing.  I'm 
going to make us wreck."  He sped down the road, looking 
frantically left and right for someplace promising to stop.  
     "Just a sec, I think I see a good place," he stated, still 
grinning from ear to ear about what was happening beside him.  
Holly looked over the top of her swelling tits and saw the old 
Henry farm down the road.  The house had burned down just 
this summer, but the barn was still standing.  
     "Ok, that will probably do," Holly replied.  "But you have 
to stop making me bigger until we get there."  She looked at her 
breasts, but still they continued to inflate larger and larger.  
Starting to hurt from all the weight, Holly moved her legs apart 
and let her breasts flow in between them.  Soon she realized 
that that had been a bad move, for gravity continued to force 
her breasts downward and her legs outward.  To avoid getting 
her legs pinned to the door by her boobs, she pulled them 
upward around her breasts until she noticed that they were 
almost sticking straight up.  
     "Dammit Shane, stop making me bigger," Holly demanded.  
Doug looked at her new position and smiled.  There she sat, 
almost fully reclined in the seat, her legs bowed out by her 
rounded breasts and her feet using the ceiling for support.  He 
closed his eyes for a moment, and Holly felt her boobs stop 
inflating.  As she felt her massive mounds, she had no idea how 
she was going to get out of the car, let alone walk.
     "Do you think I'm a hunk?" Shane asked slyly, pulling 
into the farm's driveway.  
     "Compared to who?" Holly asked back sarcastically.  
Shane shot a quick look her way and instantly Holly felt her 
legs being forced apart wider as her breasts blew up drastically 
larger, then stop again.  
     "Yes!  Yes, I think you are a hunk," Holly said panicking.  
She grunted as she tried to right herself in the car again, trying 
to move her legs back down to beneath her boobs.
     "I don't think you meant that," he said playfully, shooting 
her another look.  Holly groaned as her tits filled rapidly, 
pinning her right leg against the window and forcing her right 
one out further and further.
     "Oh God.  I'm going to be doing the splits soon if I keep 
growing!  Yes, you're a Greek god!  You're gorgeous.  You're a 
stud!" Holly blurted out, noticing her boobs had filled up the 
entire windshield area and were now growing back towards her 
face.  To Shane, she looked like she was trying to hump two 
pink beanbags.  He closed his eyes again and she stopped 
swelling.  Holly panted, her body pinned by all the weight that 
jiggled above her.
     "Ok, I just wanted to hear you say that," he chuckled 
evily.  Pulling up inside the back entrance of the barn, he 
stopped the car and shut off the engine.  Leaving on the lights, 
he could see a few pieces of equipment lying around, and more 
importantly, a large pile of hay off in the corner.  Leaving the 
car lights on, he got out from the car. 
     "How I am supposed to move!" Holly shouted as Shane 
walked behind the car.  Getting something from the trunk, he 
continued around to her side.  He grinned as her opened her 
door.  Gravity again worked its magic and pulled her right 
breast out of the door, forcing her right leg out as far as her left 
one was at.  
     "You're right.  You do look like you're doing the splits," 
Shane joked, closing his eyes again.  Holly was about to shout 
out in fear of growing any larger, but she felt her breasts shrink 
rapidly and kept quiet.  Soon, he had gotten her down to 
beachball size again, just enough that she could move sideways 
and exit the car.  As she stood up, she found that the weight 
from her tremendous tits forced her to walk at an angle.  Her 
boobs swayed back and forth, taking her with their momentum 
as Shane helped her over to the pile of hay.  Laying out the 
blanket he'd gotten from his trunk, he guided Holly to turn 
around.  Her bulbous front bounced into him as she turned, and 
Shane grabbed an armful of her breasts as they swiveled by.  
Now turned around, Holly stood still, beginning to lay down in 
the hay.  
     "I have to get your sweats off," Shane stated, reaching 
around her boobs to get at the sweats.  
     "No, let me do it," Holly insisted.  Undoing the string, she 
let them slowly slide down her legs.  Examining Shane's face, 
she saw his look of wonderment as he stared at her from head 
to toe.  She was almost glad that her breasts were so big that 
they reached down to her crotch.  This was the first time any 
man had seen her totally naked and she was still a bit shy 
about letting someone see her down there.  But he continued to 
smile and then guided her back down onto the hay, losing grip 
of her halfway and letting her slam into the pile.  Her tits 
jiggled and bounced from the impact, taking a good 10 seconds 
to settle down.  
     "You look incredible!" Shane whispered.  Holly wondered 
if he meant her or her breasts, but didn't have much time to ask 
him.  Grabbing both nipples, Shane savagely began to pull and 
suck on them, alternating breasts every few seconds.  Holly 
reared her head back, letting out a scream of pleasure that she 
felt in her toes.  The feelings he was causing was like nothing 
she'd ever expected!  Her tits tingled with energy.  Every little 
lick he did to her nipple sent waves of electricity to her pussy.  
Soon, she noticed that she was very wet down there, but was 
not able to move her breasts enough to get her hands down 
there.  
     "Ok, now Shane.  I want you now!" Holly gasped, 
surrendering her last holdups and desperately aching for his 
attention.  Shane closed his eyes again and Holly felt her breasts 
again begin to swell up bigger.  Then, still licking her nipples, he 
quickly removed his clothes and took a step back.  There, on a 
big pile of hay, was Holly.  Her breasts were about to the size of 
beanbags again, coming down to her thighs and spreading 
outward on the hay to about her elbows.  He could see only her 
eyes over the top of her breasts, her hair flowing out around 
her head on the blanket under her.  
     "Oh yeah!" Shane cried out, and dove into her growing 
cleavage.  His head and shoulders became engulfed in her 
cleavage as his dick foraged about for her vagina.  Finding it, he 
thrust himself deep into her on the first plunge.  Holly's eyes 
rolled up into her head as she gripped her swelling tits hard, 
screaming out loud in pain.  Not giving her time to recover, 
Shane began repeatedly began banging his hips into hers, 
forcing her legs out further, allowing him to penetrate her 
deeper.  She didn't even notice that her breasts were enlarging 
at an alarming rate as Shane slammed his member into her 
deeper and deeper.  
     Shane had a hard time lifting his behind up as Holly's 
titanic breasts grew around and over him, but he continued to 
pump away.  He could feel her pussy almost gushing liquid as 
her body fought to lubricate his friction.  He couldn't hear her 
screams of pain/pleasure from inside her bosom's depths, but 
her knew from her abundant moisture that she was getting 
close to an orgasm.  Quicking his pace to an almost 
hummingbird speed, he shuddered as he felt Holly's vagina 
close up on his dick, signaling her cosmic orgasm.  Not able to 
stand it any longer, he too released what little concentration he 
had left and withdrew from inside her, jetting his orgasm onto 
the blanket beneath him.  Holly's tits, their size now unknown 
to both people, stopped their growth as Shane almost passed 
out.
     Minutes later, after Shane gathered his strength, he 
slipped and wiggled himself out from inside her cleavage.  As 
he stepped free, he was taken aback by the sight in front of 
him.  Two hills of pink flesh filled the barn, the tips of her tits 
reaching just to the ceiling of the second level.  Her cleavage 
made a large V between the hills, as her tits had grown to 
Holly's sides instead of together.  As he looked, he saw that her 
tits had grown completely over her legs and arms, and had 
almost hit the sides of the barn.  Had they done that, her 
cleavage might have suffocated him as it swelled together and 
cut off his air.  He listened closely and could hear Holly panting 
rhythmically over her breasts.
     "How...how big am I?" Holly muttered loudly, sounding 
drunk.
     "Very," Shane replied, whistling.  "I guess I got carried 
away."
     "You could say that," Holly replied.  "I am so sore down 
there."  Shane could slightly hear Holly try to move her legs, the 
straw rustling underneath.  "You could have been a bit gentler."
     "I couldn't help it.  This was a dream come true.  The 
moment didn't call for valor."  Looking down, he retrieved his 
clothes and began to get dressed.
     "Ok, now how about making me normal again," Holly said 
timidly, her heart again beginning to race in fear.
     "Well..." Shane began.  Holly gulped hard.  Her fears were 
about to come true.  She was going to be stuck like this forever.  
An ant stuck to two globes of breasts.  Just as she opened her 
mouth to swear up a storm, she felt her tits begin to shrink.
     "Ok," he finished, putting on his shoes.  Ten minutes later, 
Holly was able to stand and put on her sweats and shoes as her 
still ample chest shrank down further and further.  As she 
finished her last lace, she stood to see her breasts back down to 
normal.  She felt them timidly, admiring the form and smallness 
of them.  She had the form back she'd had after leaving the 
burger joint.  Shane handed her his undershirt, and she slid in 
on.  The tight white material hugged her braless form, but not 
as much as it would have had she been as big as she'd been that 
morning.  
     Walking to her side of the car, she sat down gingerly, still 
quite aware of her soreness.  Doug climbed in and started the 
engine again.  They both sat there, sighing.
     "Thanks for returning me to normal," Holly said.  "For 
what it's worth, I'm never going to forget my first time.  And 
not because I was growing tits from hell either.  It was painful 
at first, but god was it a good pain."
     "Why don't we not break up," Doug broke in, looking at 
her hopefully.  
     "Shane, I can't trust you to have this much control over 
me.  Plus, I should still be upset with you for leaving me to go 
fuck Wendy.  Granted, I did have fun just now, but I can't go on 
living like this.  You must realize what I did tonight, I didn't do 
out of love.  I needed you to do this for me, and I just realized 
that for this, I was going to have to do something for you.  What 
happens later if you get mad, or we get in a fight?  No, until I 
can find a way to get rid of this "spell" on you, I can't continue 
to go out with you."  She straighten up in her chair and spoke 
her words.  "I want to break up."
     Shane looked down at the steering wheel.   "But I do love 
you, and I can try not to..."  Holly grabbed his hand and 
squeezed it.
     "You can't, and you know it.  Now come on, Shane.  You 
promised."
     "Ok.  I want to break up too," he said dejectedly.  Holly 
sighed heavily, then sat back in her seat.  Shane put the car into 
gear and backed out onto the road.  As they headed down the 
road, Holly turned to the side and watched the white line go 
whizzing by.  She smiled, knowing that now she was in a perfect 
shape.  And having lost her virginity AND gotten rid of the 
threat that Shane posed, she found herself looking forward to 
landing that certain swimming star from her gym class.  
     But Holly didn't realize that her problems would follow 
her to the next boyfriend.