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 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 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 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 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.
Shane 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.  Shane
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," Shane 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.