"Well what the hell is this?", thought Cathy as she fetched her
prize from the clutter that filled the trunk in the attic. Wiping the
grime off her hand onto her cutoffs Cathy examined the labels that covered
the wooden box. It was all written in some Asian language, but the faded
picture was enough. Sort of. 
	Sensing that her friend found somthing of interest in the cramped
disaster of the attic, Tara stopped what she was doing and crawled over.
"What the hell is that?" she asked as Cathy opened the box and fished
inside.
"It looks like a, bikini top?" she guessed frowning.
"Get real, it looks like an art project." Tara grabbed the box and
frowned at the script. "It IS a top, I think this is chinese." she added.

It was easy to see why it caused confusion. For one, it was the only
all metal top Cathy has ever seen. It looked like it was made out of the
same metal the doorknobs in the house was made of. A single wire about
the thickness of a pencil was all that it was made of. It came down as a 
strap till it reached the boob part then wound around in circles till
it reached the nipple, then wound it's way back till it was down at the 
bottom where it went to the other cup and did the whole thing in reverse.
Two, it didn't look anything like the picture on the box. This one had
large gaps between the wires. The one on the box looked like a perfect A-cup.
"Oooohhhh, I get it. Your mom musta wore it." Tara realized out loud, "See?
It looks like she stuffed herself in it. Ouch!" she giggled. Cathy smiled
and sighed. She was alot like her mother was. Real tall with straight
black hair, her face showed high cheek bones, deep brown eyes and a
dazzlng smile. Then came the big difference. The Really Big difference.
Mom always told her that she didn't really develop until after college.
Tara said that she had to have gotten implants. But Kathy realized that
implants just don't come in that size. Not even if they put in two implants. 
"God you better be right Mom. I can't wear a padded bra all my life."
she thought. 
"Maybe if we bend it back a bit you can wear it?" Kathy teased. Tara 
was Peurto Rican and had a large bust. But she would still flop around
in this thing if she tried to wear it. 
"Maybe next year, I already have my slut clothes laid out. We're looking
for something for you, remember? I found some orange bell bottoms I think
your dad wore. Kinda faded but I think you can actually get your fat butt
in it." Tara grinned back at her.
"God! I don't believe my parents were such hippies." Kathy dropped the thing
in the chest and twisted around to grab at something leather. "Now, you
don't think this is...BOO!" The last part was not shouted by Kathy but
by a slick headed Vapmire that poked up through the attic floor. They 
jumped, or at least tried to jump while crouching down and crawling through
the mounds of stuff. The end result being a tangle of arms and legs 
'thumping' to the floor. Grinning like a maniac the Vampire jumped to the
attic, thudded his head against a beam and clutched his head in a smooth
fluid motion. "OW! Shit!"

"DAMMIT Brad Don't Do That!" bitched Kathy as she rolled off of Tara.
"I promise not to bash my head in anymore." Swore Brad the vampire.
"Serves you right, you ok?" Tara got up to comfort her boyfriend.
"Don't worry about him, he probably just bashed his brain in. Nothing
important was hurt." but the couple ignored Kathy as they made their
hello kisses. After a few minutes Kathy couldn't stomach to watch anymore
and turned around. Looking around she tried to figure out what she could
be for Halloween given the stuff they've found so far. She could be 
a hippie girl, but the stuff that had survived this far looked bad,
even for the 60's. 
"What's the hell is this?"
Brad grabbed the top, it seemed like they were done with their hello.
"Guess." said Tara as she hung on him like part of his costume.
"It's a hat." he discovered and he placed his head in one of the cups.
"Oh grow up." But Kathy was grinning as he checked to see if the other
cup fitteed better. "It's a top."
"No way!" he took it off for a better look. "No way!" 
"Her mom was huge, I think there's a picture of her here somewhere, hmmm,
not this one."
"Lemmie see!" Kathy had looked though all this stuff after the accident, but
still missed her Mom and Dad.  
The picture was a faded one. It was the one of her Mom and Dad before
they married when they were bumming in China. They looked like hippies from
hell. He grabbed it and looked. "Please, she's as flat as you are Kathy.
Geez! You look just like her!"
"I know, it's pretty scary. Actually, I think I have better-"
"Here we are!" Tara exclaimed and scrambled forward to push the new photo
into Brads' hands. Kathy glanced at it. It was the wedding picture one.
She looked so beautiful in her wedding gown, she didn't look much like 
Kathy anymore. 
"Holy...." Brads jaw dropped. Yes, this was after her mom had busted out.
She came back from China like that and soon after married her dad.
"What happened to her?" Brad turned his slack jawed stare on her.   
"Geez brad, she was just late" Tara grinned. "It happens to some girls
you know."
"You mean, this is going to happen to you?" He looked at Kathy.
"Well, probably nothing like that." Kathy smiled. Then looking at Brad
she realized, he wasn't looking at her in a stunned way, he was looking at 
her with pure lust in his eyes.
"Oopsie" she thought as she cought a dark glance from Tara. She quickly 
blushed and turned around to root though the stuff some more.
"Damn it, it's not my fault." She thought and remembered Tara telling her
about how much a breast man Brad was. How she really cought his attention 
wearing that low cut blouse at the bar. "Well," she thought "I'm probably
not even going to bust out at all. He won't do anything." She sighed.
"Not many guys do. Jerks." she was relieved when Tara grabbed some white
leather bellbottom pants and tried to suggest that Kathy try them on. But
her voice was just lost in giggles. 

	Kathy and Tara were about to give up. Most of the stuff was either
too boring to wear as a costume or didn't survive the trip through the ages
when Brad exclaimed "There we go, good as new." The girls turned around and 
saw him triumphantly holding the metal bra. It actually looked like a bra now.
"I just played with it, the metal is pretty soft. Probably copper, it looks 
like the picture now."
"I've got it!" Tara scrambled down hole and popped back a few minutes later
with a pair of white parachute pants. "You can wear that and the pants!"
Kathys eyes grew wide. "No way! I can't wear that in public!"
"Comon, you can be, Cleopatra. She always used metal cups. Well, in the
movies she did. You would look great!" he endorsed. 
"It's not a cup though, they're just tubes!" 
"He fixed that, it looks like one piece now, nothing would show through."
"He also said it was soft, what if it gives?" 
"Oh geez, it's not like you have anything there to make it give."
"But it dosn't look confortable....."
"If anything is really bad we can bend it to fit."
"I'll be freezing...."
"The party's inside, you know how hot things get at a party."
"um, copper isn't really my color."
Tara grinned, "Comon, put it on. there's nothing really here and I'm 
tired of looking through this stuff." She shoved the costume in her
hands. "I'll look for some kind of tiara." 
 
"Hey, I actually look like I have cleavage." She inspected herself in the
mirror. The pants fit fine, her body flowed from waistline up to the
shiny cups. She hadn't worked on tan over the summer so her skin was
pale. Otherwise she really liked it. The was a knock and Tara peeked in.
"Wow, you look great! Here, there was a pair of sandals in the attic
that should go with this. I couldn't find anything that would work as 
a crown though. How does it feel? is it cold?" she was looking at the bra.
"It's a little cold. But it's too big, so I don't feel anything but the
edges." she sighed.
"At least you don't have to worry about falling out, 'sides it makes
you look bigger." She brought out the skimpy tank top from her bundle
of clothes and grinned, "Lemmie change, I want to make Brad a drooling idot."
Kathy grinned and grabbed a brush and hair spray. "Let me know when you're
done, I need to get ready."
Brad was in the living room when she entered and did a little twirl.
"What do you think?" 
"Wow, you're a babe. Can I drool openly?" Brad smiled.
"Thanks, but you better save some of that for your girl, I need to get
ready, If you need anything just get it kay?"
"Sure." and he flipped on the T.V. and began watching.

It was wierd, she was brushing her hair sitting in front of the mirror.
She realized that her eyes had fallen in the mirror on the glint where her
bra reflected the light. She couldn't draw her eyes away from where
it clung.  "I guess that's why they call them headlights." 
She thought of Taras' breasts. on no matter what she wore how the guys
were always looking. "I would love that, to have them staring at me."
she thought. Her eyes went out of focus as she tried to imangine herself
with a big chest. She grinned to herself, I would steal Brad from
Tara. Boy would she be pissed. I'd have to have a pretty big chest
to pull that one off. Smiled at her little fantasy. and wished for the
thousanth time. "I wish I had boobs." OW! she dropped the brush,
and grabbed the edge of the bra where it pinched her chest. she pulled the
wire apart to stop the pinching. "Damn it." she thought as she rubbed the 
spot, "This better not happen all night."
Or what? or I'll go around topless? It wouldn't of been the first time.
Of course, she didn't remember much from that party, just rumors...
Well, she had a bag with a change in clothes and some overnight stuff, she
would just have to watch how much she drank and....
and....
At this point she realized something was wrong. Looking at the girl in the
mirror she noticed that the girl had a chest. She watched as her bra
contained all that it could and started to bend apart to acomdate her
gently swelling breasts. All she could do was watch, gaping at what
really shouldn't be happening. at least not this fast. B sized was perfect,
she fit perfectly, then C, she started to bulge out of the edges and her
bra expanded forward, D, it didn't buldge out anymore on the sides and 
her breasts flowed forward and down. It didn't hurt, the bra didn't dig into
sides or shoulders, in fact it looked like a d-cup bra. Then she went beyond
D and it broke into so many swirling lines. She touched herself to see if
this was real, cupped the wieght and felt herself quickly outgrow her hands.
Then she saw her nipples poke out from between the wires and snapped out
of her hypnotized gaze. These wern't her small nipples, they were huge finger
tips reaching out.
"OMYGOD! STOPSTOPSTOPSTOP!" she cried out and wrapped her arms around herself
in a panic. Looking in the mirror she cought her own gaze, with a sheen
of sweat she was trying to keep herself from exploding all over.
Then realized that she didn't have to anymore. They had stopped their 
rapid growth. Carefully she let them go, ready to ah, 'clutch them to
her bosom' if they did anything unbreast-like. Free from her cutches
her breasts bounced free and settled down like respectable breasts.
Then there was a knock on the door. "Um, Kathy? can I talk to you?"
It was Brad.
"Don't come in!" she flung herself at the door. She almost cried out
as she slammed her chest against the door, but stuck to swearing under her
breath. 
"Um, I'd like to talk to you alone." came the quiet reply.
"Later! I'm busty, er busy! We'll talk later, ok?"
"oh. ok sure." and with that he shuffled away.

She locked the door and slid down, her new proprtions bounced jauntily.
"Christ, I can't Imagine what would happen if he walked in." She thought.
Then a part of her mind called out "Like hell, I sure can!" but was
quickly quelled. She got up and looked at herself in the mirror.
"Wow, what am I going to do with these?" She tried to press them into
her body but instead of going back in they merly squished.
"I can't go out like this. or even dressed normally! My friends will 
notice!" She started to panic again, she loved the way she looked,
but she just couldn't go out like this! faced with her answered wishes
she heartily wished for them to go away.
Then the door rattled and she jumped!
"Wha? Kathy? open the door, I can't use the mirror in the bathroom
for my make-up, yours is better. Are you changing your costume?"
She started to panic again, and then realized that she was stuck. 
She couldn't avoid her friends for the rest of her life. Maybe she should
of let Brad in earlier. 
"Just a sec" She sighed, then remembered that her nipples were sticking
out looked for something a bit more modest. Then she stopped.
They where gone, wait, she wtched her bra settle down and felt her 
breasts withdraw from the inside of the cup. 
"Oh no....." She felt like crying. She was all set for hazarding
the world with an enormous chest. Now....she felt cheated somehow.
She opened the door with a heavy heart.