"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 toward 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 bust line 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. "Got to 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 evilly. "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 under wire 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 under wire,
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 water balloons 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 under wire 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 bosoms 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 Shane 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 beach
ball-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, Hol
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