This choice: Katherine finds the wand. • Go Back... Katherine stormed into her room and slammed the door. She couldn’t believe the audacity of that muscled moron. She practically threw herself at him, she’d been willing to do him the favor of spending some time with a real woman, and he thanks her by soaking her and ruining her clothes. She’d make him pay, that was for sure.
Katherine tossed the towel she’d taken on her bed and began stripping off her wet clothes until she wore nothing but her black silk thong panties. She began toweling off her hair while thinking about exactly what went wrong. Katherine looked over her body in her head to toe mirror, taking in her amazing curves. The real trouble, she decided, was that Brittany was catching up with her. Not a year ago Katherine had the amazing G-cup sized breasts that she carried now while Brittany barley had little A-cup nubs. If Brittany still looked like that Katherine would have been able to wrap Dave around her little finger with no trouble whatsoever. Then Brittany caught up and things got tougher. Katherine never even considered that the problem was one of personality, that Dave would choose Brittany over her because of her love of video games and Star Wars, to her it was all about her looks. As she dried her chest she felt something jab her in between her boobs; something that felt like a stick. When she took the towel away she found a long, thin black piece of wood stuck in the crevice between her breasts and standing straight up. It looked like a magicians wand.
Katherine shook her boobs side to side watching the wand wag like a tail and laughing. “Let’s see Brittany do this with her itty-bitty boobies,” she said. Then she sighed while lifting her breasts. “Still, though, I wish you girls were a lot bigger,” she told her chest. As soon as the words were out of her mouth the wand crammed in her cleavage began to erupt white light that splattered all over her breasts covering them. To Katherine it felt incredibly warm and soothing. Then, much to her surprise and excitement, her breasts began inflating right before her eyes.
“Yes!” she said sticking her chest out, “bigger! Oh god, it feels so good!” She watched as her boobs grew to the size of large melons, then volleyballs, then basketballs. The bigger they got the more they pressed into each other creating an even deeper well of cleavage and yet despite their increased size they remained firm, standing tall on her chest seeming to defy gravity.
As her giant boobs outgrew basketballs they began to slow their expansion and the light began to dim. Once the light was gone and the warmth faded Katherine wrapped her arms around her newly expanded mammaries and squeezed her soft pillows in a big hug, watching as the tit-flesh poured over the top of her arms.
She released her hug and turned sideways checking out her new figure. It was incredible. Her boobs stuck out over two feet beyond the end of her chin. The rest of her body was completely unchanged, her stomach still tight and toned, her ass still round and firm, her legs still long and slim. But her boobs had just exploded in size. Even her nipples, which had hardened with excitement, were now massive. They were as thick as AA batteries and nearly as long; her aureoles were each the size of drink coasters.
Katherine moved her fingers over the smooth sexy skin of her breasts and felt warm bolts of pleasure radiate through the flesh of her giant mammaries moving mainly toward her nipples which now felt hard as stone. Her hands moved in that direction and the pleasure built causing a growing throbbing feeling in her vagina. As her fingers reached her aureoles and then her nipples the fragmented bolts of warmth came together in a white hot blast of overwhelming bliss. Katherine exhaled and her breath came out staggered. It felt as though her nipples and her clitoris were connected by a single nerve, and after just a few seconds of simple touching she could feel an orgasm growing. She decided there was no turning back and grabbed both nipples at the same time and squeezed and turned them in unison. The building orgasm flooded her body causing her legs to buckle. Katherine collapsed on the floor in a twitching heap, a look of joy spread across her face.
A few minutes later Katherine found her legs again and stood up; she still felt shaky, but she would not collapse again. She pulled the wand from her cleavage and examined it. “Did you all do this?” she asked. “What else can you do? I hope you can whip up some new clothes for me, because I don’t have a single top that will come close to covering these babies.” That’s when she noticed the bra she had just minutes earlier removed and placed on the bed. She picked it up to make sure her eyes weren’t playing tricks on her but found that it was just as she thought. The bra had grown as well. It was now a giant contraption of straps and wires with cups that looked like they would now fit her stupendous bosom. She held it up to make sure and found it perfectly molded to her boobs. She quickly pulled it away, though, finding it to still be wet and cold against her sensitive skin. She held it up to examine the tag. It read: “Taylor Made Garments. 74 OO”
“Seventy-four double O?!?! Is that my size? That’s insane.” Then she looked back to the wand. “If you changed my bra, did you change other clothes too?”
Katherine opened her closet and found a cornucopia of clothing all custom made to fit a girl with a 74” bust. She became giddy at the sight of all the sexy options she had to showcase her world class breasts. Scoop necks, tube tops, spaghetti straps, and more. Outside the closet was a dresser. The top two drawers were filled with nothing but panties and bras. There were hundreds of choices. Below that were a pair of drawers of casual clothes that looked like they would be incredibly sexy as well even though they were primarily built for comfort. Just as she was wondering how the wand had changed all of her clothes already she noticed a picture on the dresser. It was of Katherine and her family on vacation at Disney World from two years earlier. Her parents looked just as she remembered them, even Brittany had the same flat-chested body she’d possessed at the time. Katherine, on the other hand, sported giant boobs that were nearly, but not quite, as big as the ones she now possessed. Next to the picture she found a stack of magazines that featured her as a cover-girl. Everything from Playboy to Sports Illustrated (swimsuit edition, of course) to People Magazine. People even declared her their “Sexiest Person of the Year.”
“I’m famous!” she said. When she turned she found a huge image of herself over her bed. It showed her in a bedroom setting surrounded by velvet and the entire image pulsed with deep red light. She wore nothing except a pair of pink panties. She sat on her knees on a bed and had one arms wrapped across her enormous bosom, blocking her nipples from view (though she suspected some air brushing was also needed to keep her coaster sized aureole from view as well). Her entire body was beaded in sweat. It was the single sexiest picture she’d ever seen of herself. In the bottom corner of the picture was an enlarged version of her signature. Below her name she had written her bust measurement (74 OO) and had put little dots inside the O’s turning them into drawings of boobs. Katherine giggled realizing that her fame a status had changed along with her bust size, but her sense of humor had not. Surrounding the huge poster was a littering of smaller 8 x 10 images of her that filled the remaining space on the wall. They showed Katherine in various poses and places. Everything from bikini shots on the beach to glamor shots in a studio. Everyone of them made her look insanely sexy. And it was all thanks to this strange wand she’d found.
“Wait,” she said, “the wand was in a towel. It must belong to one of those brats out by the pool.” Suddenly she realized who’s it must be. “Dave! Did you cheat to get those big muscles of yours?” She held the wand up. “This’ll teach him to embarrass me in front of his friends. Payback is a bitch, isn’t it?”
Then Katherine heard booming footsteps coming up the stairs and she knew the musclebound teen had noticed his wand go missing. She’d be damned if she was ever going to let him have it back. She had only just begun to change things and she wasn’t about to stop now; not for Dave, not for anyone.
She didn’t want him to find her naked (a jerk like him didn’t deserve to see her incredible goods) so she went quickly through her clothes. She found a pink top that was cut like a sports bra and slipped it on over her engorged chest. Over this she put a black fishnet top. She marveled at how the netting was tight and close together over her arms, shoulders and stomach while it stretched to massive diamond shaped openings around her gigantic boobs. She then pulled on a pair of black designer shorts that hugged her hips and butt so tight she doubted she’d be able to get anything thicker than a playing card in any of the pockets.
No sooner had she buttoned the shorts than there was a knock at her door.
“Katherine,” a deep voice said, “it’s Dave. I wanted apologize. Can I come in.”
“Just a second,” she replied. Katherine realized she had two choices for how to handle Dave.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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