Hey, does anybody here have the story "Britney?" It involves a girl named Britney who's obsessed with getting bigger boobs, and her best friend who has a thing for pregnant chicks. Then Britney kind of dumps her friend for the school douchebag and the main character hooks up with the chick that made Britney jealous in the first place. It used to be on Belliusmaximus, then on Blazeknights Vault. Any help would be appreciated.

It's called Britt's Obsession, here it is:

BRITT’S OBSESSION, by TylerDurden80

Ok, I know that this story is going to be hard to swallow, but trust me….it’s absolutely true. I don’t think that I could make something like this up if I tried, you know? But enough of that, let’s get down to the story, shall we? My name is Ryan, I’m eighteen, and for the last ten years of my life, I’ve lived next door to the most gorgeous girl in the world.
Her name is Britt. 34DDD-24-38. But it wasn’t always like that. And no, I don’t mean before puberty hit. Britt was gorgeous then too, just not as buxom. How she came about having that DDD-cup chest and hourglass figure is the focus of this story.
See, Britt has this….obsession with her breasts. She wants em to be big….really BIG. And she gets pretty jealous when she gets one upped by another girl with bigger mammaries. Actually, she gets fuckin pissed, to tell the truth. And that’s what happened last year, when the new girl moved to town. I remember this as vividly as if it happened yesterday….

“Britt, what the hell are you doing?”, I asked, amazed to see my diet-conscious friend, and head cheerleader gorging herself on a massive piece of German Chocolate cake. “Mmmph….I’ve heard that if you eat a lot of fattening foods, your boobs will get noticeably bigger”, she replied. “And judging from this year’s crop of freshmen, I’m gonna need every inch I can get!” As she said this, she took the last half of the cake into her mouth in one huge bite.
I was stunned that she’d be jealous of anyone, considering that she was the hottest girl in school, and in my mind, probably always would be, no matter who showed up. But to her, she was always in competition with the other girls, and she sized up every girl that she saw, to make sure she was bigger than they were. At this point, she was a 34C, and believe me, they were NICE! And every other (straight) guy on campus thought so too.
But to Britt, they weren’t enough. She even once called them “small”. A 34C, small? Well, to Britt, they were, and here she was, going for yet another piece of cake, one hand on her already distended belly, the other grabbing for another slice of cake from the counter, filling me in on her plan as she ate.
“You see, Ryan, I figure that the more I junk food I eat, the bigger I’ll get, and I need every calorie I can consume! Now I think that if I constantly snack through all eight periods of classes, I can pump myself up almost two whole cup sizes by midterms! Isn’t that great?” I considered my answer very carefully before proceeding. You see, I’m every bit a breast man, with a bit of a pregnancy fetish on the side, and I had before me every opportunity to make TWO fantasies of mine come true. One, I could encourage Britt to gain like crazy, thus having her develop a nice little potbelly; and two, her breasts would get bigger, giving me a VERY pumped up Britt. But there was just one problem….
“Ummmm, Britt, doncha think that’s gonna take a while?” I asked. “I mean, isn’t there SOME way to speed things up? Like, I don’t know, some miracle weight gainer drink, or lipo-injection, or even voodoo…” Britt almost choked on her last slice of cake, as she cut me off. “Ryan, you’re a damn genius! That’s it! That’s what’s gonna give me my edge on every girl around here, for GOOD: magic! And I know just the source-that ratty old “spell book” that my great-great grandma passed down to my mom. It’s GOT to have some cosmetic spells in it. We can check it out after school!”
Just then the bell rang announcing that lunchtime was over. With a last smile and a wave, Britt and I went our separate ways. I was still daydreaming about Britt’s breasts, and her little full tummy, when I ran smack dab into the newest girl at Steven Spielberg High….or more accurately, smack dab into her HUGE, pillowy breasts. I bounced off of her, and went careening into a row of lockers, while the startled girl let out a gasp and rushed to help me up. As she bent over, her little tank top gave me a SPECTACULAR view of her deep, lush cleavage. Instantly, my soldier stood at attention, which I tried in vain to hide. As she pulled me to my feet, if she noticed my awkward state, she didn’t mention it. Instead, she said, in a voice with just a hint of a Spanish accent “Oh! I’m so sorry! I didn’t even see you!”
Now it was my turn to be macho, to be the tough guy. “Awwww…no problem. Really. I’ve experienced worse. Say, I haven’t seen you around here before. Are you a new transfer?” She was very pretty, and as she looked at me with her emerald green eyes, I could tell right away the she was used to getting what she wanted from guys, that she was used to owning them. But she wouldn’t own me. Oh no. “Actually, yes I am. I was just looking for someone to point me in the direction of the Geometry classroom. Could you do that for me, babe?” Ohhhhh….fuck me running, she can own me heart mind and soul, man!
But instead of blurting that out, I said, “Oh yeah, sure thing. First door down the hall on your right. By the way, what’s your name? I’m Ryan.” I put out my hand for a handshake, which she took, but only to pull me into a tight hug. God, I could feel her hard little nipples through the tank top….how big was she, anyway? D? DD? Did it really matter, seeing as to how they were pressing against me? “Thanks so much, Ryan! I’m Elicia Sanchez, by the way. See you later!” And with a little wave she headed off down the hall, towards Geometry and…oh shit. I remembered then that Britt had Geometry right after lunch. Boy, would she be jealous as hell when she saw Elicia…
Actually, jealous wasn’t quite the term for it, really. About ten minutes into fourth period, Britt came flying into my Creative Writing class, and with a nod at the teacher, and a surreptitious wink at the starting QB, Desmond Drake, she said, “Come on Ry-your Mom’s waiting for us. Time for our pictures, remember?” Before I could even reply, she was grabbing my hand, and yanking me out of my seat, pulling me out the door, and towards the parking lot. “What’s up, Britt? We finally going to have sex?” I asked flippantly. The withering look she shot me back damn near lowered my sperm count. “You know what this is about,” Britt growled. “Or rather, who this is about.” Oh no. My spirits sank, as I realized exactly what had happened. “It was Elicia, wasn’t it?” I asked. “She showed you up, didn’t she?” But I had to wonder, what could have pushed Britt’s buttons like this? I had seen her jealous before, but never, ever like this. That’s when I looked at Britt and noticed the little tank top she was wearing. The same tank top (albeit less crowded) that Elicia was wearing…oh shit!! That’s what Britt was so pissed about! “That…fucking….fat….COW!” Britt yelled as she kicked the tires of her car, an 88 Chevy Beretta, charcoal gray, with tinted windows. “I can’t believe she did that! She just waltzes into geometry, with her giant boobs flopping all over, and then-ooops! I dropped my book!- So she bends over to get it, giving every swinging dick in the class a clear view of her canyon-like cleavage! That little BITCH!” At this point, Britt stopped for breath, and I watched, rapt, as her breasts heaved within the confines of her tank top. If she would only realize it, I thought to myself, she is damn hot herself. And how many flat-chested girls at school thought the same thing about Britt every time she came to class. “Ryan, we have to cast that spell NOW!” Britt said. “I am not going back to school until I am at least two cup sizes bigger than that bitch, so we have to go to my house and do this ASAP!” As I got in the car, I thought to myself, My mom is going to kill me when she finds out I skipped school…but what the hell, in for a penny, right? But I had one last question.. “Britt, how much do you know about magic, really? I mean, this might now even work. What then? Will you change schools? Drop out?” Britt gave me a sly look, and said “Ryan, love, do you know where my family comes from? We’re from Ireland, and if that isn’t enough, listen to this; that old spell book I was talking about? It’s over 900 years old. So what do you think?” What did I think? I think I wish I had known what I was getting myself into…

BRITT PART 2

Fifteen minutes later, Britt and I were in the attic of her house, Britt stripped down to her bra and panties, standing in front of her grandmother’s antique full length mirror, spell book open before her; me staring at her, a tent pitched in my pants, and my feet up on an old chest of drawers. She squinted at the old book, which, luckily for her had been translated into English years earlier by an unknown relative. “Okay, Ryan, here goes,” she said, uncertainty creeping into her voice for the first time. As she read the required line aloud, in her best spell-casting voice, I felt the hairs stand up on the back of my neck. I stared at her bust, watching carefully for any sign of growth. Nothing. As Britt finished reading, she too, looked down at her boobs, as if waiting for them to surge forth, bursting out of her orange bra. Still nothing. Shit, I thought, what’s supposed to happen, and when? But just then, a strange look crossed Britt’s face, and she doubled over, clutching her flat, toned belly. “Ohhhhhh….AH! Ahnnn……..Ryan, what the hell is happening to me?” Britt moaned. I was entranced, still watching her pert, round C-cups for any sign of swelling. Her next moan brought me out of my trance. “AhhhhhAAAAANNNNHHHHGH! Ryan, quick, DO something! Check the fuckin book! I UUUURRRP! Think I read the spell wrong! Oh Jesus! Quick, jackass!” I did as I was told, totally forgetting the erotica of the moment in deferral to my best friend’s sudden pain. As I scanned through the text, it sprang out at me, and I was surprised she didn’t see it herself. “Ummm, Britt, you may not like this,” I started. “Goddammit Ryan, just tell me what the fuck is wrong with me! Tell me why my belly feels like it’s on fuckingfire!” Seeing that she was in no mood for suspense, I plunged ahead. “Well, basically, you read the spell right. It will make your boobs grow, but, you have to, and I quote, Fill yourself to your capacity. That means you have to--” But she was already gone. Not wanting to leave her alone, I tore out of the attic after her, heading for the one place I knew she’d be; the kitchen.
When I got downstairs, I found her, head buried in the refrigerator, eating anything she could get her hands on. A whole package of baloney found it’s way into her mouth, along with a HUGE chunk of ham. She turned to me then, and with a ravenous look in her eyes, washed this down with a full gallon of milk. Not even pausing long enough to breathe, she turned back to the refrigerator, quickly snatching up a whole blueberry pie, ripping into it with her hands, just shoveling it into her mouth.
When she turned back to me, I could see that her nipples were erect, and that her belly was starting to poke out, and hang over the waistband of her little orange panties. Finished with the pie now, she grabbed the next thing in line, in this case a can of Reddi-Whip, and, poking the nozzle in her mouth, pressed the trigger, draining the whole can in about four minutes. Tossing the spent can aside, she grabbed a big pot of stew that her Mom had made the night before. Tipping it up like a cup, she began drinking from it, taking drought after drought.
Stunned, I sat and watched as my lithe friend, whom I had only once seen eat a Big Mac, turned into a human eating machine. In the space of an hour, she cleaned out the fridge, the freezer (three gallon-plus sized tubs of ice cream), and three of the family’s six cupboards, before collapsing, exhausted and far, far too full to move anymore, on the plush couch in the living room. The waistline of her little orange panties had been pushed down to allow her now overfull belly to expand. I could see just a little puff of pubic hair protruding, but that’s not what really got me stiff; no, that was accomplished by the sight of Britt’s belly.
NEVER had I seen her so full, or so beautiful. She looked like she was five months pregnant, her belly bulging out from her body and rounding out beautifully, her little outie naval popped out like the air valve on a bike tire. As she lay there massaging the sides of her stuffed tummy, I fell head over heels in love with her. I wished that she could always look like this, so round and pregnant.
But I also wondered, as she appeared to regain her power of speech, when her boobs would join the party. For all I knew, that spell was just so much hokum, and she just had an insane hunger pang. Britt lolled her head over to the side and looked at me. “*UUURRTTT* R-Ryan…d’you think I’m…how did you say it…full to c-*BUHHHRP*capacity?” she asked.
I appraised her figure for a moment before responding. “Hell, do you think you can eat any more?” I replied. In response, the pink dome that was her belly gurgled loudly, as it tried to digest the massive amount of food within it. I cracked a grin and said, “I take it that means no, babe.” Britt gave me a half hearted grin and said, “Very funny, Rye. Help me up. I want to take a look at myself. I feel like something’s happening.”
I took one of her hands, and while she supported her belly with the other, led her to the full-length mirror in the bathroom. Britt let out a gasp as she saw her distended figure in the mirror. She ran both hands over her belly, and, to my surprise, her nipples became erect again. When she looked at me, there was lust in her eyes, and it was like she had matured before my eyes.
There was a womanliness in her gaze that made my already rock-hard schlong throb. “Actually, I kind of URARP like it, Ryan. But there’s no way in hell I can go to school looking like I swallowed Calista Flockhart. How long does it take before this (she gripped the sides of her belly and gave it a little shake) travels due north, to my not-so-Grand Tetons?” She turned to the side, admiring her new shape. “Wow…how did I eat all that? More importantly, what am I gonna tell Mom?” Britt wondered. “My God…soooo round. BUHHP So full. I- I’m getting kinda turned on, Ryan. Hey, is it hot in here or is it just me? And--” She stopped, midsentance, one hand still on her belly, and gave me an odd look, like I’d just farted or something.
“Ryan” she almost whispered. “It’s happening…they’re growing!” And as I looked at her breasts, I could see that they were growing, stretching her orange bra to its limits, even as her belly deflated. But what made my jaw drop wasn’t only this growth. As I watched, I observed an unexpected side effect; Britt’s butt was expanding too!
Her ass was widening, rounding out beautifully, even as her chest surged through the alphabet. Britt cheered her blossoming bosom on, finally reaching behind her to unsnap the bra before it burst. But she was too late, as her Victoria’s Secret special could take no more, and snapped, part of it flying across the bathroom and landing in the tub, the other half landing expertly on my head. Unfazed, I continued to watch, becoming more aroused the more Britt grew.
“Hell yeah! Fuck Elicia…I am the biggest girl at Spielberg High…period! Look at me go! Oh God yes!!” Britt cheered. “How big am I? Oh sweet Jesus, I think I’m gonna come! Ah! Ahnnah!” Britt bucked her hips hard and reached down between her legs, totally oblivious now to my presence.
She tore the orange panties aside, out of her mind with lust now, and as she cupped a ballooning breast with one hand, furiously masturbated with the other. I watched as her ass widened even more, and her boobs surged on, her belly deflating rapidly now. I thought, fuck it, walked over to her, and standing behind her, cupped her other breast, feeling it grow and fill in my hand, become fuller and rounder as I watched. Britt took my other hand, and placed it on her left breast. I flicked her nipples with my fingers, seeing them puff up and engorge, and hearing Britt moan forcefully under her breath. Now both her hands were free, and as she masturbated herself with one hand, she unzipped my pants with her other one. I thought, yess! This is it! I’m gonna score with Britt! Unfortunately, fate picked that moment to intervene, as Britt’s growth came to a halt, taking the all-encompassing lust with it.
It seemed like Britt snapped out of a trance. She suddenly shook her head, and looked around the room. Then she caught sight of us in the full-length mirror, and let out a gasp. “Ryan! What the hell? What were we doing?” I let go of her heavy new mammaries, and walked around in front of her, sporting the biggest boner of my life. “I dunno, Britt, but…look at you, babe!” And she did just that, turning round and round in front of the mirror, looking this way and that, cupping her huge, and I mean HUUUGE, new hooters in her hands, and lifting them, testing their weight. “Goddamn, Ryan. This is all me…all of it. I love it! I am huge like I always wanted to be. Bigger than any girl at SS High. No one even comes close to me! HAHAHAHA! My God, I mean, I am utterly massive! I am sooo going to embarrass Elicia tomorrow. I think I’m gonna whallop her with my boobs accidentally on purpose. Show that little bitch what a real set of tits is! Go get my measuring tape…I want to be sure of exactly what size I am.”
So I hurried upstairs to her room and got the tape, and when I returned Britt was frowning at the mirror and looking at her ass, and the little pooch she had left over from her massive binge. As she saw me in the mirror, she brightened up. “Looks like my butt decided to join the party, huh? And what about this little pooch? What’s up with that?” she asked, as I wrapped the tape around her. She had let me measure her before, when she was in a particularly jealous mood, so I knew how to do it. “Well,” I said, watching the inches blur by, “I think that pooch is kinda cute. A cute little potbelly never hurt anybody. And as for your ass, well, without it having expanded a little too, you’d look all freakish and top-heavy. It gives you that perfect hourglass look. J-Lo would be jealous. She really would. And it’s not flabby at all. You’re beautiful. You really are, Britt. Now I hope this puts and end to your boobs envy. I am quite sure that, as a 42E, you’ve got every girl at school and most of the ladies at the strip club, topped.” Britt once again looked down at herself, and this time she smiled, a big, genuine smile. “42E…wow. Let’s find something to holster these babies in, and go get something to eat. I’m starving.”

With Britt leading the way, we went back upstairs to her room to try and find something for her to wear, so we could go out and get something to eat. On the way up there, we concocted the perfect cover for her binge…we would tell her Mom that the girl’s soccer team had stopped by for an early dinner after practice. But the more difficult part would be explaining the fact of Britt’s little…errr… weight gain. How would we explain to her Mother that her little girl had gone from a pert C-cup to an ENORMOUS E-cup?
As we stepped into her room, and Britt went to her closet, I decided to bring this fact up. “Hey Britt, ummm…how are we gonna play your little…”growth spurt” off? I mean, people saw you as a C-cup today, and when you go back to school tomorrow, you’re gonna be all blown up, and huge, and well, won’t they suspect something? What’re we gonna tell em? We can’t very well just play it off as a sudden growth spurt. Not a change as drastic as what you’ve undergone. So what will we tell them?”
Pulling what was once rather large green sweater from the closet, nude Britt turned to face me, sending a nice series of jiggles through her unfettered breasts. “Whoa! Well, Rye, we’ll just tell them the truth. That should let them know to mind their own business. Right? Now…Ungh..Ummph…urrr…help me get this thing on!” Britt replied, as she struggled to pull the formerly one-size-too-big sweater over her breasts. It was no good. Her boobs were far too large for the little sweater, as the more Britt struggled with it, the more I could hear fabric begin to rip.
With a little cry of frustration, Britt flung the sweater aside, and turned again to rummage through the closet. As she turned, I once again admired our handiwork. Her breasts were perfect, no doubt, but that ass! Her ass was magnificent, round and full, without being fat or flabby. I hadn’t been just bullshitting before…she really did look more womanly. When she turned to me again, she had a little tank top in her hands, and even before she put it on, I knew that was no good. Her boobs bulged waaayyy out the sides, and I could even see most of her areola. “I know…next choice, right Rye? But damn it..none of this stuff is gonna fit me now, not that I’m exactly complaining, but I DO have to get dressed in order to leave the house. Hmm…let me see here,” Britt said, as she stripped off the tank top, allowing her boobs to flop free once again. Damn, I thought to myself, she’d better pick something quick, or I’m gonna jump her bones. As I thought this, I felt my bone begin to harden, looking at Britt, buck naked, standing there before me in all her expanded glory. The next top in line was a button up blouse that, as I recall, never actually buttoned all the way up, even when Britt was just a C-cup.
As she struggled into it, Britt looked at me and, oblivious to the fact that she was still naked from the waist down, said “Ryan, help me out here…I’m gonna suck it in, and when I do, you gotta button the top. This top is the last one I’ve got that even might fit. So we gotta make this one work.” Wanting to do what I could to help, (and secretly wishing for a repeat of the earlier bathroom scene) I went to her, and, standing behind her (this put her bare backside right up against the front of my jeans) I counted to three. “Ok, Britt..One..Two..THREE! Suck it all in, babe!” As I said it, Britt took a mighty breath of air, and sucked it in, all right…but this just pushed her bowling ball breasts out further. Not wanting to let my friend down, I fasted all the buttons as fast as I could, and as I got the last button done up, I sat back like a rodeo calf roper, admiring my work.
Actually, I was kinda puzzled, as when Britt was just a C-cup, she’d never been able to do up those buttons, not all of em. And now here she was, a full E-cup, and all the buttons fastened up…what the hell? Then I managed to tear my eyes away from her tits and look at her face, which was actually turning a nice shade of purple. Oh shit! She hadn’t let that breath out yet! “Britt!” I hollered, “Breathe out, girl! Let it out before you faint!” Britt gave me a worried look, then shrugged her shoulders in a what-the-hell gesture and let her breath out.
I watched, waiting for buttons to go zinging off in every direction…but the shirt held. Britt’s eyes lit up, and she clapped her hands. “Yes! We did it Rye! Now to find something to cover up my…(and she looked at me, a mischievous gleam in her eye, as she rubbed her ass with both hands, punctuating every word) big…soft..round…booty,” Britt said. She walked over to her panty drawer, as I admired her boobs, looking stupendous in that shirt, and her little puff of blonde bush, and felt myself getting hard again.
She opened the drawer and pulled out a purple silk thong, and as she slid it over her hips, I heard the elastic tear a little…but she got it on. As she did a slow turn, modeling it for me, I wanted to fuck her so badly, I thought I might just explode. “It’s kinda tight, but it’ll do, Rye. Now just for a pair of pants..” Britt said. Once again, she went back to the closet, and pulled out a pair of ultratight jeans. “Ok Rye..we’re gonna do the suck it in thing again, so as soon as I suck in my little paunch here…button my jeans for me. Lord knows I can’t see the fly over these huge tits of mine. Ready, dude? I’m counting this time,” Britt said.
“Here goes. One…two…three! NOW!” Britt said, as she inhaled explosively, causing all the buttons on her shirt to strain out. I immediately did my job, as well as I could with the massive tent that I was pitching in my jeans, buttoning the top button for her, and zipping her zipper. When I was done, I stood back and looked at her. She was gorgeous..and looked to be bursting at every possible seam. She looked herself up and down, and exhaled just as explosively as she had inhaled…but with far different results this time, as the poor, overtaxed buttons on her shirt finally gave up the ghost. The top ones went first, popping off like machine gun fire, allowing her overfattened hooters to surge out another four inches all around, and opening the shirt enough to show a generous amount of cleavage. Next to go was the button on her jeans, as it narrowly missed putting my eye out, and whizzed my not even an inch from my head. He little pot belly pushed out, partly unzipping her jeans, and making Britt look even sexier in the process. Seeing this, Britt cried out, “Oh shit!” and bent to retrieve the errant button. But doing this only resulted in a loud RRRRRRRIIIIIPPPP from the backside of her jeans. Turning to look, Britt observed this with a little smile.
“Well, since these clothes can’t contain me, time for plan B, Rye. Get my scissors.”

Fifteen minutes later, Britt stood before me, her shirt tied off just beneath her mountainous mamms, and the jeans cut off into little Daisy Duke shorts. I had to say…she was breathtaking. “All right, Britt, now that you’re AHEM decent, where do you want to go to eat?” I asked. “Well, I am pretty hungry, although after everything I ate earlier, I can’t see how. Let’s go to the Golden Corral. I think a buffette is just what I need.” So we left a note for Britt’s mom, and drove over to the Golden Corral, a nice little buffette style restaurant that’s known far and wide for it’s huge servings, and friendly service. As we headed towards the door, I leaned over to Britt and said, “Remember how the spell works. Every time that you stuff yourself, your ta-ta’s are gonna get bigger. Try to take it easy, ok? I don’t want you getting arrested for indecent exposure.” Britt gave me a funny look and said, “Ryan, don’t worry about that. I shouldn’t have to eat like that again, I mean, that was just a one time thing, hon. After tonight, I’ll be the biggest girl in town. Elicia’s gonna look flat-chested next to me! I’ll have every guy in town running after me…I’ll be set for life!” I could see the glee in her eyes, and didn’t want to spoil her mood, but something was eating at me, tickling the back of my mind. Something about Elicia…oh well.
Whatever it was would have to wait, as we were being shown to our seats, and Britt was right, every eye in the place (male and female) was on her. As she sat down, I noticed that her enlarged breasts now rested on the table, looking just about as delicious a meal as anything in the buffette. Before long, the waiter brought our trays, with three plates each on them. Britt’s stomach growled loudly, and she looked down at her little pooch, and rubbed a slow circle around it. “Mmmmmm… everything smells sooo good! I’m gonna make my first pass through, Rye. You ready?” Britt asked me. I really wasn’t that hungry, but I feared that if I didn’t eat, Britt wouldn’t eat as much. I needn’t have feared, as before I could say anything, she was gone, racing to the buffete line. I slowly followed, but soon lost sight of Britt. Oh well, I thought, I’m not getting as much food as she is, so surely I’ll beat her back to our table….
Boy was I wrong. By the time I had filled my drink and made my way back to the table (it couldn’t have been more than 15 minutes) Britt had already demolished a heaping stack of ribs, and one milkshake, and was inhaling a ponderous chunk of blueberry pie. Upon seeing me, she looked up and smiled a blue-tinged grin, and said, “ I just couldn’t wait, Ryan. This food is good!” As she went back to her pie, I cast a curious glance at her breasts. Could they be causing this ravenous hunger? Would my friend have to eat like she was nine months pregnant for the rest of her life, just to feed those two huge tits of hers?
I watched them, as they rested on the table, looking for any sign of them moving outward, or growing, but couldn’t see any. I decided to just wait and see what would happen as Britt continued to eat, as it didn’t look like she’d be stopping any time soon. As I dug in to my ham and biscuits, Britt pushed herself back from the table, and as she slid her humongous tits off the table, they pulled her forward, nearly making her smack her face on the table. As she straightened up, she hefted them in her hands, and gave me that seductive look again. “*OOoOFF* as big as these babies are getting, I guess I had better get a sportsbra or something to support them in pretty soon. They’re heavy Ryan…just feel!”
And with that, she came around to my side of the table, and PLOOMP plopped her tits into my hands. Good Lord! They were gaining weight! They hadn’t been nearly this heavy when we were back at the house! I was stunned, and as Britt stood up and moved to get her tray I said, “Maybe you should take it easy tonight. I mean, you do want to be able to fit in your car tomorrow right? The way those things are growing, you might be too big to fit through your front door if you give in and have another feast like you did this afternoon! I’m serious, Britt. Go easy. Kay?”
Britt frowned at me, then gave me a little pout. “But Ryan, I’m still so hungry! Just one more plate, that’s all I want. Then I’ll stop and we’ll go home. Please? Ryan?” The pout did it. I caved like a sandcastle at high tide. I never could resist Britt, and with her new figure, and her hand on her swollen little tummy (looking about 3 months pregnant), and the cute little pout…all right, all right. I’m weak. What can I say? Shit…you guys would’ve caved too! “Okay Britt. But one plate. That’s it. No more. I want to see you huge and pumped up, but we’ve got to keep it down low, and if you come to school tomorrow blown up to a 99ZZZ, pushing those things in a wheelbarrow, then people are gonna freak out, and you’re gonna get sent to some lab where they do all sorts of experiments on you, and I’m-“ But she cut me off right there by bending and kissing me full on the lips, and giving me a bright smile. “Thank you Ryan. I thought you might see things my way,” she said.
That made twice in one day that she had shown sensual feelings for me. Before the spell, I was lucky to get a hug, most days. And now, she’s kissing me on the lips and using that husky voice…something strange was going on with that spell, and I was beginning to wonder if there hadn’t been a page or two of cautions or something missing that Britt and I hadn’t seen….

Call me sucker…you wouldn’t be the first. Because as soon as I said she could have another plate, that one plate turned into three, and three became five (along with four more milkshakes, which somehow found their way into Britt’s crowded little belly, which now looked like a little round medicine ball, and was probably about as heavy. Britt sat back in her chair, belly bulging out, one hand on her little belly button, and looked at me with glazed over eyes. “I HIC...think we should go now, before I pop, Ryan, I’m serious. I could eat this place out of business right now, but I’d probly…*URARTT* explode…Help me up?” How could I refuse? I took her hand and was as I led her to the car, I could feel every eye in the place watching us, looking up and down Britt’s expanded form. I also took note of the way her full belly bobbled and swayed, and how her big round juggs jiggled and bounced in the revealing top.
I felt myself become erect, and just prayed that I wouldn’t poke her with it as I helped her into the car. After we climbed into her Beretta, she sat there and cradled her little tummy, as it gurgled and made little growls of contentment. “Whew…I didn’t mean to do that Ryan, really I didn’t. I should have stopped after that one last plate, but…I swear it’s like I’m pregnant or something. I just had to keep eating. There was no way I could stop. I know I didn’t eat as much as before, but damn, I did put it away.” I looked at her, feeling a love that I hadn’t felt for any girl before, ever. I wished that I could marry her, make her my wife, and always have her barefoot and pregnant, her bigger than nine month belly sticking out of even the biggest maternity top, her breasts massive and round, nipples always erect….
I was shaken out of this reverie by a gust of laughter from Britt, followed by a groan of pain and a muffled burp. My daydreaming had caused my already throbbing dick to stiffen up even more, to the point where I was about to pop the fly on my jeans. It was so prominent that Britt couldn’t help but notice it, and it had caused her to laugh a deep belly laugh, that apparently wasn’t too pleasant for her firmly packed belly, hence the muffled burp. I was blushing when I looked back over at Britt, but she was smiling a lovely, albeit still purple from the blueberries, smile.
“It’s okay, Ryan, really.” Britt said. “I know that a lot of guys like big, round, firm pregnant bellies. Hell, I even like the thought of being pregnant myself. I know that my body would swell to undreamed of proportions, and at the end, I’d have a beautiful little child to show for it. Pregnancy is erotic, no matter what anyone says. Here, give me your hand. C’mon, don’t be shy, dammit!” So I let Britt take my hand, and I thought for a minute that she just wanted to holds hands with me or something corny like that. So it totally rocked my world when she put my hand on her firm little gut, and proceeded to move it in slow little circles around her belly button. I kid you not, guys, I damn near ejaculated in my jeans!
“There…just like that. Mmmmmmmhhhh… Ryan, I like you a lot, you know that? You’re a sweet, shy, intelligent guy, and that’s rare and nice to find this day and age. And you know what? I think you and I might just share the same fetish, cause when I eat like this, and get all big and round, it really does turn me on…*BRRR* What time is it? It’s getting cold in here. Let’s go home, okay?” Hmm…that was odd, I thought to myself. One minute she’s purring in my ear like a content little kitten, then she wants to get home. Oh well. I was finally becoming more to her than just a friend! Hell yeah!! Whatever this spell was, I didn’t want it to ever end, if it would make Britt mine! But like I said earlier….hindsight is 20/20. I just wish I could have known exactly what that spell would do to Britt…

I went over to Britt’s house early the next morning, after a night that was spent fantasizing about her humongous breasts and big belly, wanting to see what her little “cram session” had done to her figure. When she answered the door in nothing but the little thong from last night and a towel around her top, I was shocked. Not at the nudity, but at how much more she had filled out. Her hips were now generously wide and her ass even more supple and round. And what had been a little pooch of a belly the previous night was now beginning to look like the start of a firm little beer belly. It was so cute that I wanted to kiss it, but before I could even start to put that plan into action, Britt pulled me into the house and shut the door.
“Ryan, you’ve got to help me think of something quick! My boobs grew even more during the night, and now even that makeshift little halter won’t fit me! What am I going to do?” Britt wailed. I hated seeing her like this, so I quickly put my impressive intellect to work. I thought there might be a way… “Britt, does your Mom have any old work shirts that she doesn’t really care about, or won’t miss?” I asked. Britt thought for a second, scratching her head. “I think she has an old set of surgical scrubs that my Aunt Sara gave her. She uses them as pajamas, but she really hasn’t worn them lately. Will those work?” Britt asked.
“Go get them for me, and I’ll see what I can do, kay?” I said. The words had no sooner left my mouth, than Britt was running down the hall, tits bouncing like a Playboy Playmate, ass jiggling like mad. Once again I found myself getting hard as I watched her bounce into her mom’s room, and jiggle and shimmy her way back to me, pajamas in hand. I had to admit, she was gorgeous! If I thought she looked great as a C cup, she looked marvelous as an…what was she now, anyway, an F cup? I’d have to measure her later and find out for sure. But first things first…I had a pair of designer togs to make!
I took the pajamas from her, and appraised her figure, as I picked up a pair of scissors from the end table sitting beside me. “I think I can make something workable out of these, something that’ll cover you, and give you a little bit of modesty, while still letting you totally show off your rack and ass. Give me ten minutes, Ok?” I said. Britt nodded, and stood back as I went to work with the scissors. In actuality she only gave me like, eight minutes, but I still managed to turn out a decent little outfit.
I handed her the result of my efforts, and gave her a smile. “Here, go try it on, and tell me what you think.” She dropped the towel, and without bothering to go into the bathroom to try it on, proceeded to dress right in front of me. I could see that with the added expansion of last night, the cutoff baby T style top was going to be a really tight fit. The hot pants-style bottoms fit like a glove, however, showing off Britt’s firm, nicely rounded ass. They also managed to fit around her little potbelly, thereby supporting and minimizing it.
As Britt struggled to get the top over her fattened tits, I heard an ominous RRRRRIIIIPPP, and observed that Britt had ripped a six-inch slit in the top of the shirt, giving a nice view of her deep, lush cleavage. As she turned this way and that, admiring herself, she smiled and came up and gave me a hug, pressing her boobs into me, and surreptitiously rubbing her crotch on my leg. “It looks great Ryan! Thanks! Now, we have to get going, or we’re going to miss school…and the chance to humiliate that little bitch Elicia! Let’s go, Ryan!” Britt said. I paused at the door, looking after her as she started her car.
What was so bad about Elicia? The venom in Britt’s voice…I didn’t care one lick for that. Britt had no reason to be so jealous of Elicia anymore. Britt was already half again as large as Elicia, yet she behaved as if she were an A cup, while Elicia had slapped her in the face with her tits. Geez…females can be sooo catty! I swear! But compared to what Britt would do to Elicia later that day, the catty comments and jealousy were child’s play.

As soon as we hit school, Britt made a beeline for the lunch room, and, coincidentally enough, Elicia’s locker (which was two down from Britt’s). Spying her formerly larger rival, Britt headed through the crowed activity center, drawing stares and catcalls aplenty, as every eye in the place was on Britt’s exploded body. She sauntered by Desmond Drake, and, much to my displeasure, rubbed her breasts on him, and groped his package. I mean, I really didn’t need to see that. But the best (or worst, depending on your relation to the parties involved) was yet to come. As Britt sashayed up to Elicia, who was bent over her locker digging for a book, she cleared her throat, and seeing Elicia turn, let her have it.
WHOOMPH! Britt popped Elicia right in the left eye with her mammoth breast, sending poor Elicia down onto the ground in a heap. I cringed at the cruelness of what I saw, as the crowd, mostly freshman guys, cheered. Oh @#%$, I thought, here it comes…CATFIGHT! But instead, Elicia did a horrified double take at Britt’s blown-up boobs, and raised a hand to her pretty little lips. “H-h-How…?” is all Elicia could manage, before Britt interrupted her. “It doesn’t MATTER how, you little and I do mean little bitch!” Britt spat. God, I had never seen this venomous side of her. If she had been beautiful earlier, then now she was downright ugly. I hated this side of her, and in fact was about to step in and guide her away from poor Elicia, when Britt did something totally unexpected; she helped Elicia up. “I’m sorry, Elicia,” Britt began. My eyes narrowed, and even the crowd grew quiet. Across the way, I spotted Des Drake making his way through the crowd. Now what the hell was he up to?
“I was totally mistaken about you,” Britt continued. “I really thought that you could compete with me in the tit category, but boy was I wrong! HA!” Des Drake had stopped behind Elicia, and was bent over tying his shoe. Oh no…not that old trick! I opened my mouth to shout out to Elicia, realized the crowd, which now knew exactly what Drake and Britt were up to and was whistling and cheering, would drown me out. I was at a loss as Britt put the master stroke on her humiliation agenda.
“Next to these,” Britt said as she rubbed her huge melons “You look damn flat chested. In fact, your boobs can’t even begin to compete with mine! See guys?” And with that, Britt smacked Elicia’s sizable boobs with her own, sending the pretty Latina toppling over the crouching Drake, and landing her on the floor again, with a loud SMACK! Everyone cheered, as Britt shook her huge breasts in Elicia’s face, and stood over the crying girl. “My boobs are the biggest in this school, and don’t you ever…and I mean ever forget that!” Britt hissed. As she stepped over poor Elicia, she did something that crushed me; she took Desmond Drake’s arm, and let him lead her away, the crowd cheering all the way. I was green with envy, and more than a little hurt. Hell, truth be told, I wanted to join Elicia on the floor, crying. I decided to be a gentleman, and apologize for my friend’s actions.
I walked up to Elicia, and put my hand out to help her up. She slapped it away with a look of disgust on her face. “I don’t need your help, man!” she cried. “I can get up on my own. Besides, I wouldn’t want your top-heavy friend to get jealous and come back and bop me with her boobs again. @#%$, she might use me to floss her cleavage, man! I’m serious.” I had to laugh, the girl had a sense of humor, I had to give her that. And she was very pretty; with the darkest raven black hair I had ever seen. As she closed her locker and turned around, I noticed two things; one the crowd had dissipated. Two, that she had an ass packed into those little shorts that would make Sir Mix-A-Lot drool. “What happened to her anyway? I mean, she damn sure wasn’t that big yesterday. Did she have an allergic reaction or something? How’d she get so big so fast?” Elicia asked. I was caught. I wanted to tell her, but I had to keep Britt’s secret. I couldn’t give away her competitive edge! Britt may have been an ass this morning, but dammit, I still had feelings for her! “I dunno, really,” I lied. “I saw her this morning, and I was as shocked as anyone else.” “Oh, okay, I see how it is,” Elicia pouted. “@#%$ you and your fat-ass bitch of a girlfriend!” she shouted, as she spun on her heel and walked off. Damn! I just couldn’t win!
It was 2:00 pm when it happened. The event that would change my life for the worse forever. The single event that would ruin a friendship of almost ten years, and break my heart in the process was about to occur. I was a library intern for a half hour each day, and it usually started at 1:30 and ran till two, at which time I changed classes and went to Global Studies. Now, most every day I would cut out fifteen minutes early and go get my Global Studies book and stuff, and get a snack and a soda from the vending machine. Mrs. Cheviot, our librarian, didn’t have a problem with it, as I was an enthusiastic student helper, and so she didn’t say anything to me today when I gathered my things and headed for the door. Maybe things would have turned out differently if she had stopped me.
I made my usual route, stopping and hitting the vending machines, then hitting my locker, and retrieving my books and binder. I was zipping up my backpack when a thought hit me; I didn’t have my assignment for Global Studies. Hmmm…maybe I had left it in Britt’s car! Yeah, that was it! That’s exactly where it was! I don’t know why I thought of Britt’s car right then, and still today I think it was fate that pushed me out there on that terrible day. Cause some things are meant to happen, you know? Anyway, I strolled out to the parking lot, whistling a happy tune (Cowboy by Kid Rock if you must know), and as I stepped around the corner and caught sight of that familiar gray Beretta, my heart damn near stopped.
Something was wrong with Britt’s car, but what was it? Hmmm…1988 gray Beretta…check. Bill Goldberg air freshener dangling in the window…check. Tinted windows…check. Car rocking from side to side, Britt’s tits pressed up against the glass…che-WHAT THE @#%$?!?! I walked closer, peering through the tinted windows. Britt was in the doggy style position, breasts smooshed up against the glass, Des Drake pumping away behind her.
As he thrust himself in her, I could hear her moaning and panting, “Yes! Yes! You’re everything he isn’t! Ryan is ugly, and you’re so @#%$ pretty, Des…” I wanted to be sick, and in fact could feel my lunch coming up in my throat. I ran back into the school as fast as I could, tears blurring my vision, and barreled through the front doors. I couldn’t see, so it was no surprise that I smacked dead into Elicia, taking us both to the floor. As I wiped at my eyes, I saw clearly who it was, and let out a little groan. To my surprise, she was laughing as I sat up and looked at her. “Ryan, We’ve got to stop meeting like this,” she said.
I responded to this by breaking down and sobbing like a little kid, which had an odd effect on Elicia. I had thought that she might be disgusted or get up and walk away, but instead, she scooted over by me and took me in her arms and held me close. It felt damn good, after the sting of Britt’s betrayal; let me tell you that much. I was so pissed off and hurt that I cried like that until the bell rang for the next period, at which time Elicia took me by the hand and led me outside, and around to the back of the school, to the smoker’s corner there, which was deserted. “Ryan, do you want to talk about what happened?” she asked me.
And as I looked at her, I felt something twinge inside of me, and a thought of revenge entered my head. “Elicia, do you have a car?” I asked her. She gave me a puzzled look, and I continued on. “ I really do want to talk about what happened, but I also want to know a couple of things; one, do you want to be, well, bigger than Britt? Beat her at her own little booby game?” Elicia looked at me again, then glanced down at her more than ample chest, and ran her hands around her breasts. “No one’s ever done to me what Britt did to me today, Ryan. No one has ever called me “flat chested” or made me look small. Hell, no one’s ever been that much bigger than me. So yeah, I do want to be bigger. I want to be the biggest.” I smiled at her then, and when she smiled back, I felt a little better about what I was about to do. “Two, do you have a car?” She laughed at me, and pointed down the block, to a tan 1994 Chevy Lumina, with black racing stripes, and a Tweety Bird logo on the front window. “All right, then, let’s go for a drive okay? I’ll fill you in on my plan along the way,” I said. Elicia gave me a worried look, and glanced back at the school. I knew what she was thinking.
“You don’t mind cutting school, do you?” I asked her. She looked back at the school, and then smiled back at me. “Hell no, boy. Besides, if it helps me beat that uber-bitch Britt at her own little game, I can sacrifice a day of school. Where are we headed anyway?” she asked as we made our way to her car. “Britt’s house,” I said. There’s something that I’ve gotta pick up.”

Twenty minutes later, Elicia and I were at her house, she with her book bag, and me with the spell book I had attained by jimmying the window in Britt’s attic. I wasn’t planning on keeping it; just borrowing it for a little while, as I planned on putting it back before Britt even knew it was gone. I had finished explaining Britt’s expansion, the spell and it’s effects and side-effects to Elicia, and was preparing to have her read the spell, when she put a hand on my arm to stop me. “Wait a minute, Ryan. If this so called spell is gonna work, then shouldn’t I be someplace where I can eat all I want without worrying about cooking up an excuse like Britt had to?” Elicia asked. I had to admit that it made sense, but where could we go?
“Like where?” I asked her. “Golden Corral?” She gave me a look of contempt then, and jabbed me playfully in the ribs. “Don’t tell me you’ve never heard of Senor Sanchez before?” Elicia asked me. I had to admit that the name wasn’t as familiar to me as, say, Taco Bell. Elicia grabbed me by the arm and pulled me towards the door. “Come on, loco gringo,” she said. “We’re going to my dad’s restaurant.”
After another short drive, we parked behind Senor Sanchez’ Bistro, and went in through the back door. It was quiet inside, due to the restaurant being closed for the afternoon. I followed Elicia as she led me back through the bowels of the restaurant, and to the larder, where once I was inside, she closed the door, and pushed a chair under the knob. As I looked around, I could see all the fresh food, all the ready-made tacos and burritos, thousands of pounds of food. I was pretty sure that Elicia couldn’t clean all of this out…at least I hoped not, for the sake of her dad’s business. As my eyes adjusted more to the lighting, I opened up the spell book, and placed it on a shelf in front of Elicia. She looked at it, took a deep breath, and then…stopped. “Wait, Ryan, I’m not quite ready yet,” she said. I gave her the confused puppy head-tilt. “No,” she said, as she pulled down her little shorts to reveal a pair of red thong panties. “I mean, I’m not ready yet.” As I watched, getting more and more turned on, she stripped down in front of me, like she had known me her whole life. I guess I was pretty fortunate to be friends with two super-stacked femmes who happened to like getting naked in front of me. Then I remembered what Britt had said to Des Drake, and I scratched that last thought. @#%$ that, I thought.
As of now, I only have one female best friend, and what a babe she is, I thought, as I assessed her nude figure. Her DD breasts billowed out, and were nice and round, topped by two erect pink little nipples. My eyes wandered down from her tits to her smooth, flat little belly, which I noted with glee was decorated with a belly button ring. I love belly rings! I let my eyes continue to wander, as apparently Elicia didn’t mind my ogling her. I trailed down the slope of her belly, to her pubic hair, which was as black as the rest of her hair, but looked even softer. It was shaved into a landing strip design, and I whistled appreciatively. “Damn Elicia…you are a beautiful girl. I can tell you that without hesitation. You are beautiful.” I said. She gave me a half grin, and said, with a hint of sarcasm. “Yeah, but I’ve got the second biggest chi-chi’s in the school. Now what are we gonna do about that, Ryan?” I didn’t have to be told twice. She was ready for super-tits, and I was gonna give them to her…or was I? I felt a momentary loyalty to Britt, who had been my closest female friend for so long. Was I going to throw it all away just because I was jealous of Des Drake? Then I remembered that no matter what, the words that had come out of Britt’s mouth, the hateful insults, had been her words. She meant them. I approached Elicia, and pointed to the required line in the book. “Read that out loud. Then sit back and wait,” I said. “It may not take you as long as it took Britt to grow. We’ll just see what happens, okay?” I asked. “S-sure, I guess,” Elicia replied.
And then, she read the line, setting in motion the events that would change my world forever.

The wait after Elicia read that line was almost interminable. I remembered what had happened with Britt, and was waiting for her to suddenly clutch at her stomach, but nothing happened. Hmmm…I thought. Surely within the next ten minutes, the hunger pangs would hit her. Elicia seemed to be having her own doubts, as she looked at her breasts and cupped them in her hands. “What happened, Ryan?” she asked me. “Why isn’t anything happening to me?” I shook my head, not knowing what to say. “I don’t know, Elicia. With Britt, it was about ten minutes, and then she just doubled over and became this eating machine. Let me look at the book again,” I said, turning away from her to peruse the spell book. I was scanning through the description of the spell, trying my damnedest to figure out where we went wrong, when I heard it: GUUUUURRRRGGGGGLE.
I spun around to see Elicia with one hand over her mouth, the other over her pierced navel, a look of amazement on her face. She looked down at her belly as another loud demand emanated from it. I watched her face flush, and her nipples crinkle and perk up. She looked up at me with wide eyes, and, unmindful of her nudity, ran over and gave me a bear hug that I’ll remember for the rest of my life. Her hard little nipples were poking into me, and I could feel her body heat through my clothes. I was hard as a rock, and if she noticed, she didn’t say anything. Instead, she gushed, “Omigod, Ryan, it worked! It workeditworkeditworkeditworked! I love you! And Oh My God I need to EAT!” And with that, she ran over to the rack of freshly prepared burritos and began devouring them at a record setting pace, not even bothering to chew them, just swallowing them in two or three large bites. As she ate, I sat on a crate of salsa and watched her go, marveling at her speed and tenacity.
I counted the burritos as they found a home in Elicia’s rapidly filling tummy. Eleven had gone down when she paused, holding a hand on her round, but still fairly small tummy. She stood there a minute then…*BRURARP* Smiling, she went back to scarfing burritos, and after another twenty minutes, had cleared the top rack of the shelf of anything resembling a burrito. Bloated, but still not yet sated, she walked (and with her belly that pooched out, she had a damn sexy walk) over beside me, and grabbed what looked like a super-sized camouflaged IV bag, popped the plastic cork out and began to drink. The thing had to weigh a good seven pounds, and it was full to the brim, but Elicia kept drinking…and drinking…and drinking, draining the damn thing dry in about three minutes. As I watched, mesmerized, the bag shrank in size as Elicia’s bloated belly surged out in size, ballooning before me like a beach ball. As she finished, she sat down heavily on the crate beside mine, and I actually heard a CRACK as she sat.
“Ohnnnnahnnnn…I’m going to…*BUUURRRT* eat myself to death,” she moaned, one hand on her massively bloated tummy. She looked even sexier than Brit, with her little belly jewel hanging off her huge belly. “ I thought that you said this spell would give me huge boobs Ryan, not make me eat everything in sight. I don’t want to look pregnant. I want to be bigger than Britt!” Elicia stated. Her stomach only gurgled in approval, before issuing another loud demand that brought Elicia’s hands up to cradle her belly. “When…unnhh…will I be able to stop eating?” she asked. I looked her up and down, assessing her nude figure. She was spectacular…so huge and round, her DD breasts almost resting on her ballooned stomach, naked and beautiful. But I forced myself back to the question at hand. “Well, I told you how much Britt ate before she stopped, so I imagine that you’ll eat about that much, maybe a little less since you were already a DD…hey, where’re you going?” I called as Elicia got up and shuffled over to the racks of burritos.
Flinging the top tray aside, she started in on the second, which I saw also had some desserts on it. “I want to be better than…unnhhh…bigger than Britt, so I guess that means I have to eat more than she did, no matter how much that was” Elicia said, around a mouthful of pastry. She ate like a ravenous wolf, despite the fact that she had already eaten more than three girls her size. Midway through this second tray, her belly had become so large that it was pushing her back away from the tray of food. With a cry of frustration, she sat down heavily on a crate behind her (eliciting another loud CRACK) and balanced the tray on her belly, even as she stuffed herself. Another thirty minutes had gone by, and by this point, I was fighting my own frustrations (both with the spell, and with my sexual urges-she looked so damn good…I just wanted to have sex with her right then and there!) as Elicia took the last heavy sticky-bun and popped it in her mouth. She was a sight to behold, with her massive, gurgling belly, and huge DD breasts heaving with exertion, completely nude, and completely spectacular.
“R-Ryan…I’m BUUUUURRRPPP…thirsty…” she stammered, pointing at another of the huge bags of soda behind me. I wasn’t at all sure of this…she had already consumed about twice what Britt had…she was utterly huge, and I was sure that her growth would be monumental…I didn’t want her to overdo it. “ I don’t know, Elicia,” I said. “I don’t think you should…” But she cut me off with a throaty whisper “Ryan. I am on the edge of having the greatest, most earth shattering orgasm of my life. All I need is a little more food, but you see UUURRP, I seem to have eaten everything in the @#%$ store-room. Everything edible that is. But there’s still all that soda, and I have a little bit of room…so be a dear and help me out. Just unngh..can’t move…just bring that bag of soda over here, and put top of it in my mouth, open it up, and let it flow. That’s all you have to do…ahhhnnn!” She really was panting hard now, and as I looked down, I noticed a wet spot on the floor, spreading out from under her. I decided that she knew her limits more so than I did, and besides, who was I to stand in the way of a girl’s orgasm?
But one thing still bothered me…why did the spell make these girls so horny? What was the connection between how much they ate, and how turned on they got? I was pondering these things as I grabbed the last big bag of soda. As I walked back to Elicia, I opened the top up like she had instructed me, and put the opening in her mouth. As I tilted the bag back, and the stuff actually started to flow, I realized something; this wasn’t soda…it was milk!
I thought, Oh @#%$, she’s gonna be pissed! But I was surprised when she gave me the thumbs up and, with her belly surging out more and more with each drought she took from the bag, drained the damned thing dry. As Elicia finished the last swallow, she suddenly flung the bag away, and clutched at each side of her enormous belly. Her belly jumped and clenched, like she was trying to throw up, but instead, she rolled her eyes back, and somehow, even with her belly as huge as it was, even with as full and heavy as she was, arched her back, and crying out with more passion and more intensity than anything I’d ever heard, had herself the hardest, most intense orgasm I have ever, ever seen any woman have.
As she finished, she lay back on the floor, hands cupped under her massive gut, cradling herself, feeling the aftershocks of that nearly-religious orgasm. I was too stunned to move, riveted to the spot, watching her intently, damn near about to have an orgasm of my own. I was shaking, but I was still with it enough for one more final worry to cross my mind; I was sure there was something in the spell-book about drinking milk…but what was it? I gave Elicia one more look, and returned to the book, flipping through the pages until I found what I was looking for. I hastily read through the spell, scanning for what I felt sure would be there…and then I saw it. Oh @#%$.
“The spell shall be increased twice over, in both speed and size of growth, if the enchanted drinks the milk of another animal, and further, the mammary glands of the enchanted shall also become heavy with said milk.” I read aloud, in a monotone. When I looked back at Ellicia, she wasn’t looking at me, but at her chest, which seemed to have her transfixed. “Ryan…” she whispered, “It’s happening.”

Both of us stood rooted to the spot as Elicia’s huge belly gave first one jerk, then another, and much like Britt’s had done, began to shrink little by little, as Elicia’s breasts began to grow and fill out little by little. But, much unlike Britt, Elicia’s growth was rapid and much more intense. Her nipples became erect, and she brought her hands up to cup and fondle her growing endowments, moaning through clenched teeth the whole time. Looking down at her surging breasts, watching them fill and become round, she moaned, “Yessssssss….grow, grow! Bigger! I must be bigger than that bitch Britt ohhhhhhnnnnannnhh!”
She was still laying on the floor, legs spread, and as I looked on from the sidelines, she rubbed her shrinking belly with one hand while she fondled one of her huge breasts with the other, becoming quite aroused. But soon, as with Britt, the hormones overtook her, and even this stimulation wasn’t enough. She reached up, and bracing her increased weight on one of the old cartons, pulled herself up to a sitting position. She then looked around the room, her chest heaving as she got more and more turned on by her massive growth. Her breasts had always been big, but now they were MASSIVE. They hung down to her bellybutton, and were perfectly round.
And her belly was still monstrously distended. I thought to myself “I can’t believe how big she is! How big? How big will they get?” I was jerked out of my reverie (quite litereally) by Elicia, who took my hands and placed them under her supersize tits, allowing me to cup them. GOOD GOD! I was stunned at how heavy they were as they overfilled my hands. I have GOT to weigh these monsters, I thought. This has got to be some kind of a record…WOAH! Once again, Elicia pulled me out of my horny daydream, this time a bit more pleasantly. She had unzipped my pants and now, as she masturbated herself, moaning quite loudly, she began to jerk me off, as Britt had done. Her belly gave another jerk, and Elicia cried out with pleasure, and bucked her hips hard against me.
I was having troubles however, as Elicia’s breasts had grown so huge that I was no longer able to cup them from my position behind her. I felt something else too: her butt had decided to join the growing party, pressing back against me and filling out to Sir-Mix-A-Lot style proportions. Elicia arched her back, and pausing from her work on herself, cradled her mammoth bust in her arms and gave them a hug. “Soooooo big….” she whispered. “And I’m not done yet, Ryan. Not yet by a long….unh…shot. But I do…unh…have a question…ah!…is…are my breasts supposed to hurt like this? I mean, it felt..unnnhhng! kinda good at first, but now it’s starting to get kinda painful. Did Britt have this kinda pain?” she asked
I thought hard, and quickly came .upon the answer, as Elicia’s boobs surged on. “Well, Britt didn’t have that kinda pain cause Britt didn’t drink milk like you did. I think you’re having pain cause, like the book said, you’re producing milk. A LOT of milk.” I replied, matter-of-factly. “So..ouch.. what the @#%$ am I gonna do? This @#%$ is starting to really hurt, Ryan!” Elicia said, massaging the sides of her record shattering bust. She was bigger than any woman I had ever seen, even any porn star you could name. She was bigger than Chelsea Charms, even! And still her breasts grew, the sheer weight of them now beginning to pull poor Elicia forward, despite her struggles against gravity. I stood agape as her now small, but still pregnant looking belly gave one last jerk and a loud gurgle, dwarfed by the breasts resting on it and shrank down as much as it was going to. It still bulged out, making her look about three and a half months pregnant, but on Elicia, it was damned sexy. I watched her body being inflated and was in erotic bliss, until a small sob brought me back again to reality.
“It hurts so bad Ryan! Help me! It’s not stopping…do something! Quick, please!” Elicia begged me. I looked at her, and as she tried to rubs the sides of her over-inflated bust, an idea hit me like an uppercut from Lennox Lewis. “Elicia, stay here. If anyone tries to come in here, hide back in the shadows. I know just the thing that’s gonna help you. I’ll be right back!” I said, as I dashed out of the room at a full run. As I left the building, I heard her call “Ryan wait! Where are you going?” But I kept going. Time was of the essence!

Bypassing Elicia's car in favor of foot speed (and because the keys were
still in her purse) I ran the three blocks to the corner Safeway store, and
was out of breath when I stopped in the aisle containing what I was after. I
scanned the rack, looking for the exact model that I wanted. I almost let
out a shout when I saw it; a medium size electric breast pump, that ran on
two nine volt batteries, and came with three plastic baby bottles. I thought
that it would just be big enough to fit over Elicia's nipples, and I hoped
it'd have enough power to do the huge job ahead of it. The only problem was
that it cost $49.95...which was just about all the damn money I had on me. I
was kind of reluctant to spend that kind of cash, especially when there was
no guarantee that it would work. But ah hell, it was an emergency, and it
was for a friend. Shit! I had no choice....
So I dug deep in my pockets, came up with the $50.00, and bought the breast
pump, which I proceeded to run back to the restaurant faster than Carl Lewis
ever ran the mile. I was once again winded (Note to self: take out of shape
ass to gym) when I burst through into the little back room where Elicia
waited, sprawled out on the floor, monstrous mammaries resting on the floor
in front of her. She looked up as I entered, fresh tears wet in her eyes.
"Th-Thank God you're back...hurts...sooo bad. What've you got there, Ryan?"
Elicia moaned. I placed the breast pump on the floor beside her, and sat beside her gigantic right breast, the nipple of which was erect, and leaking a bit of milk onto the floor. I looked Elicia in the eyes and explained my grand scheme. "Well, in case you've never seen one of these before, it's a breast pump," I said. " What I'm going to attempt to do is pump some of the excess milk out of you, and into whatever suitable container I can find, thereby relieving the pressure from your boobs. Sound good to you, or do you have something else in-" But before I could finish the sentance, Elicia was already fiddling with the cup, trying to squeeze her humongous right boob into it. I could tell it wasn't going to fit. Shit! I stepped forward, and tried to help her, but my effort to shoehorn her boob into the cup was met with a shout of pain, and a punch to the arm. Well, hell, I tried, didn't I? It was no use...as big as the suction cup was, it was still never intended to be used on anyone (or anything) as large as Elicia. She dropped the cup with a cry of frustration, and slumped back against the wall, fresh tears tricking down her face. She was defeated. Beaten by the sheer mass of her own breasts. They were TOO big, so big they hurt, and she was in pain, and it was ALL MY FAULT. If only there was something I could DO...some way I could take away her pain...I felt like such an ass. All along, all I saw in her was a huge pair of tits, not a flesh and blood person who might not REALLY want freakishly huge boobs, but would do it to be next to me....and that thought did it. My lower lip started to tremble. As the first tear slid down my cheek, I wanted to give in, wanted to bawl just like a two year old baby with a doody in his diaper....HOLY SHIT! That was IT! I knew how I could help Elicia...and it was the simplest solution of all! It was right there, the whole time! I just hoped to myself that I could drink enough to make a difference.
I leaned over so that I was more or less lying in Elicia's lap, and moved her hands away from her right breast. I felt it's heaviness as I took it in my hands ( and yes, it took both hands to lift it, it felt like two big medicine balls..it was that heavy) and brought my lips to her hard, dribbling little pink nipple. "Ryan...what the hell?" Elicia asked. "Shhhh..." I whispered back, and began suckling on her breast, pulling the excess milk out of her, draught by draught. My only worry as Elicia gave herself over to me was, What the hell is this stuff gonna do to me?

I leaned over so that I was more or less lying in Elicia's lap, and moved
her hands away from her right breast. I felt it's heaviness as I took it in
my hands ( and yes, it took both hands to lift it, it felt like two big
medicine balls..it was that heavy) and brought my lips to her hard,
dribbling little pink nipple. "Ryan...what the hell?" Elicia asked.
"Shhhh..." I whispered back, and began suckling on her breast, pulling the
excess milk out of her, draught by draught. My only worry as Elicia gave
herself over to me was, What the hell is this stuff gonna do to me?

But there was no time for second guessing myself. I had committed to this,
and now I had to see it through! As Elicia's milk flowed into my mouth, I
(and I'm not afraid to say this, as weird as it sounds) sucked like I had
never sucked before, and soon I was pulling the milk out of Elicia at an
astounding rate. On and on I drank, amazed that she had so much in ONE
breast! I was getting kinda full already....how the hell was I gonna drain
the left one? Just when I was beginning to despair, Elicia moaned softly,
and switched me to her left breast, thus signaling that I had indeed drained
her right breast of the excess milk. But before I took the proferred nipple,
I sat up and held the sides of my stomach....something was wrong....
WHACK! Elicia slapped me flush between the shoulderblades, causing me a
great deal of pain, especially considering how full my gut was. I was about
to call her a rude name that gentlemen don't usually call ladies, when from
out of the deepest recesses of my belly came....BRUUUUUUUP! She had burped
me! An ingenious idea, which seemed to give me a much needed second wind. I
took her erect left nipple between my teeth, and pulled until I got a good
flow going. I seemed to have much more room now! I didn't doubt that I could
finish now, but I still had those nagging thoughts in the back of my
mind....what would happen to me? Would I grow freakishly large man-breasts?
Would my penis grow to freakishly long dimensions? Hey, that wouldn't be so
bad...
My thoughts were interrupted by a pleasant surprise...namely Elicia's hand
inside my fly. Wow, I thought to myself, I really must be turning her on! I
continued to suckle as her hand found what it was looking for and went to
work. I closed my eyes and relaxed, giving myself over to her, as she was
giving herself to me. It seemed that Elicia was getting more and more into
what I was doing, as the longer I sucked at her breast, the more she began
to pant and moan, and shift around on the floor. And the more she worked at
what SHE was doing inside my jeans. The harder I sucked, the faster her hand
moved, until the inevitable happened....she ran out of milk, and I, well...I
think you know what I did...
Fighting my every urge to pull her on top of me and bang her brains out, I
stood up, buttoned my jeans (as much as my overfull belly would allow) and
pulled her to her feet. Although my efforts had reduced her breasts,
surprisingly, it really wasn't by that great of a margin. Her bare breasts
were still monstrous, albeit a little lighter, I saw, as she hefted them,
and massaged them in her hands. If I had to compare her to someone, I would
have had to say she looked like Jennifer Lopez sporting boobs the size of
Linzey Dawn McKenzie. She was a good three or four cup sizes larger than
Britt, and I could tell she was loving it...and couldn't wait to exact her
revenge the next day!

That night I tossed and turned in my bed, never really getting the images of Elicia’s growing hooters out of my head. My imagination was livid; now that she had the biggest tits in school, how exactly would Elicia gain revenge on Britt? Would she slap Britt around with her huge tits, as Britt had done to her? Would Elicia wear the same outfit as Britt, just to emphasize that she was the biggest girl on the block?
The possibilities were endless; I would say I got a grand total of maybe three hours sleep that night. To top things off, I woke up with a huge boner the next morning, and my sheets were sticky. Shit. That hadn’t happened since freshman year! Ah well…such is life surrounded by monster boobs. I showered, shaved, and had some breakfast, and was brushing my teeth when I heard the familiar sound of a car horn outside. I hurriedly finished off with my teeth, and rushed outside, expecting Britt’s familiar gray Beretta…but instead found Elicia.
The sight of her breasts almost stopped my heart…they were perfectly round, perfectly pert, and perfectly HUGE! She wore a tiny, tiny top that I was sure just barely contained her smaller, D-cup breasts before and was stretched to the point that it was see thru now; she wasn’t wearing a bra, as I could see her aereola clearly. The top had the Metallica stylized ninja star strategically placed between her huge assets, and I for one thought that was a good focal point. I was able to tear my eyes away from her breasts long enough to take in the rest of her, and let me tell you, that morning wood that I woke up with returned in an instant.
To compliment the black shirt, she wore a pair of black cutoff jean shorts with pink flames on the pockets…and I would swear that I could hear the stitches screaming. Her ass took up every inch the garment could give her, allowing her supple, firm, round, butt cheeks to peek out at me. It was obvious that she was wearing a thong…and damn, I envied that thong. The top button of the shorts was undone, and I felt a thrill pass through me as I noticed that the little potbelly she had had last night hadn’t gone away. I wanted to bend her over the hood of the car right then and there, and just bang the hell out of her, parents inside or not, but school (and revenge on Britt) awaited.
“Well…are you gonna just stand there and drool all day, or are we going to school?” Elicia asked me. “Don’t forget, I’ve got me a bitch to one-up, and I want to get some food in me too. I’ve got to feed my babies, you know” she said, cradling her massive orbs in her arms. ‘Nuff said, I thought to myself as I climbed into the passenger seat of Elicia’s car. Little did we realize, as we sped off towards the school, that Britt would be waiting with a couple of bombshells of her own.

Elicia had barely stepped out of her car when a crowd of overly-hormonal teenage boys began to flock around her. We pushed our way through them, and made our way to the Activity Center. Seeing her just standing in my driveway gave my heart a thrill, but actually seeing her walk, watching those huge, natural tits sway and bounce almost caused me to go into cardiac arrest. There wasn’t much room for movement inside the small tanktop, but her breasts were so heavy that they found a way to bounce and wobble anyway.

As we stepped into the Activity Center, Britt wasn’t hard to spot, even with her back to us. Let’s see…stunning blond, E-cup rack, ass like J-Lo, star QB on her arm…yep. Sore Thumb Syndrome strikes again. As Elicia stalked towards Britt, I wondered to myself if anyone was beginning to think this at all odd…two girls, whose normal sized breasts morph into SCORE-like monstrosities overnight, and they haven’t raised any eyebrows yet? Personally, I knew that for the male populace at the school, it wasn’t exactly eyebrows that Britt and Elicia were raising.

I was snapped out of my daze as Elicia finally reached Britt…but her humongous. coffee-colored boobs reached Britt before the rest of her did. WHUMPH! Elicia plowed right into Britt with her boobs, expecting to knock the smaller-chested (it seems ridiculous to use the word “small” to refer to a girl with E-cup boobs) Britt off of her feet, and sending her sprawling onto the floor…except Britt didn’t go sprawling, she kinda stumbled forward a few steps, then turned to face her assailant. So she went with the “eye for an eye” plot after all, I thought to myself…but then Elicia went for the kill.

She stepped up into the spot beside a stunned Des Drake, and planted a long French kiss on his lips, as she groped his package. “Ooooh Dezzi”, she cooed. “You really bring new meaning to the phrase ‘go long’, don’t you?” Britt stood there awestruck, as Elicia, the girl that she had one-upped and humiliated just a day ago, now stood by Britt’s boyfriend, looking…smaller than Britt. But the two switched facial expressions in a heartbeat as they really looked at each other for the first time. As Elicia noticed Britt, she stepped away from Des Drake and I saw her gape at Britt, shocked at not only the new size of Britt’s boobs, but the prominent belly just under them.

I felt my mouth drop open in an unintentional mirror of the face Britt had made just a second ago, as I took in Britt’s figure; her boobs were still two cup sizes bigger than Elicia’s and had become so big that she had cropped another one of her mom’s workshirts, this one just under her pendulous boobs, to accommodate them. They were twice again as large as Elicia’s, and looked to be heavier too, judging by the way they were hanging. I allowed my gaze to roam down to her exposed belly, as this is what really captivated me. It stood out as if she were three months pregnant, a diamond piercing protruding from her naval. It was round and full, as if she had just eaten a big meal, and was filled to capacity. I wondered how much she weighed now…

A blur of thoughts ran through my head. How did Britt get bigger? When did she do this? Did that rat-bastard Drake feed her? Is Britt pregnant? Is it Drake’s baby? I felt a surge of jealous venom well up in me, and was about to say something when Elicia beat me to it, albeit not in the same terms I would have used.

“Holy fucking SHIT!” Elicia exclaimed. “How…the FUCK…did you get so BIG? I mean, those boobs, that belly…WHAT THE FUCK?!?!” Britt just smiled her catty little smile, as she stepped as close to Elicia as their respective boobs would allow. “I bet you would like to know how my boobs got this size, wouldn’t you, you skinny little TWIG? But guess what, bitch…its not gonna happen. But I will explain my little…weight gain, to you and all these people here, just to squash the ugly rumors that are sure to circulate.” Britt said.

“See, Des and I were up all night last night, humping like frenzied rabbits. He just couldn’t get enough of my huge tits and round, lush ass. He loves the new me as much as I do! But around, about oh, say, 3 am or so, I noticed that he had run out of condoms, and had probably been out for some time. I also noticed that my right breast seemed to be leaking something…then I passed out, and woke up with THIS!” Britt said, putting her hands on either side of her belly and shaking it for emphasis.

“But the weird thing is…as I was telling my friends a second ago, before you two barged into me…( and here she shot me a scathing look, which caused me to look at the floor, and got a laugh from Des Drake) I am absolutely, 100% not pregnant. No…I discovered a secret catalyst in the little spell that we now obviously share, Elicia. That catalyst is semen. What does semen have to do with a breast-enhancement spell, you ask? Heh..heh..well, my anorexic looking friend, why don’t you and Encyclopedia Brown there go and do some research? I’m not going to tell you everything, you know. And besides, I’m getting hungry. Let’s go Des…I’m feeling like trying the entire left side of the menu at McDonalds.” Britt concluded.

As she brushed by Elicia, she added as an aside “And you KNOW what that means…” Elicia just stared after her rival, as catcalls and hooting followed Britt out of the Activity Center. Elicia sat down heavily in a chair, and gave me a look of determination. “Ryan” she said, “This is not over. I’m going to find out how she did that, and I’m going to find out if she really is pregnant or not. And if it turns out she really is preggers, then I’m going to grow a bigger belly than her, even though I’m not pregnant. I will be the biggest girl in this school come Hell or high water!”

It was three weeks later, and Elicia and I were skipping school. I had once
again plundered Britt's house and "borrowed" the spell book while she was
out with her "boy toy" Des Drake. We spent lunch at Taco Bell, with me
hunched over the book, looking for the reference to semen Britt had talked
about, and Elicia hunched over a tray piled high with burritos, enchiladas,
chalupas and gorditas. She had been really depressed lately, due to the fact
that no matter how much she ate, she really couldn't gain weight in the
belly area as Britt was doing. Her boobs would grow, and her belly would
pooch out a little, but it was nothing like what was happening to Britt.
In the time since the Britt/Elicia confrontation, Britt's boobs had
grown even rounder, and now stuck out a good ways from her chest. Her butt
had joined in, becoming soft, and almost flabby, so that it jiggled nicely
when she walked. But it was her belly that really commanded attention. It
had gone from a small potbelly to a legitimate gut, making her look almost
three months pregnant.
But that was just the thing; she STILL wouldn't admit to anyone that
she was pregnant! I knew in my heart that Drake had knocked her up, even
though I fervently hoped that he hadn't. Deep down, I didn't hate Britt; I
just hated what she had become, and I really wanted my old friend back. But
first, I would help my new friend out, because I owed her that much. I felt
partly responsible for starting this whole mess with Britt, and I was damned
if I wouldn't finish it.
So I poured over the ancient book, reading and re-reading the
spells, curses, and incantations within its leathery old pages, determined
to find that elusive reference to semen. I was on my third read-through when
frustration set in. "Ahhhhh! Gadammit!" I screeched, quite out loud. "We are
fucked! We're never gonna find out about semen, and what effect it has on
the spell! Gahhh!" I slammed the book closed, startling Elicia to the point
that she dropped her last chalupa on the floor. "Ryan!" she scolded, "Why
are you being so negative? I'm sure it's in there...you're just not looking
hard enough. Go through it one more time..." she insisted. But I had had
enough.
"No Elicia," I said. "I'm not gonna find it. And you know why I'm
not gonna find it? Hmmm? Because it doesn't fucking exist, that's why!" I
shouted at her. "This whole thing was a mind game from the start; a ruse
concocted by Britt to throw you off the big boob game. I bet she figured
that with you running around, trying to figure this out, you'd have no time
to do what she's been doing, which is getting pregnant, and sitting around
getting fat, and watching her boobs grow!" I said, quite heated now. "I
mean, seriously Elicia, I think you've actually lost one or two cup sizes
since your run in with Britt, and I KNOW your butt has gotten a LOT smaller.
I saw you tightening that bra earlier. Britt's plan is working perfectly,
and there's not a damn thing we can do about it!" I finished. Elicia gave me
a cold hard stare, then said, in a dead, flat voice, "Fine. You want to give
up and let that pinche puta win, go right ahead esse. But me? I'n gonna take
this old, ratty worthless book, and I'm gonna shove it up her fat gringo
ass!" And as she said that, she swept the old spell book off the table with
all her might, sending it richocheting off the window to her right. It was
only after the book had landed on the floor that I noticed it; a small,
white, oblong object, shaped like a kazoo. My heart clenched in my chest as
I reached down to pick it up...it couldn't be. It just couldn't be-
It was. A home pregnancy test that had been hidden, "Shawshank"
style, in the hollowed out front of the book, lay at Elicia's feet. A home
pregnancy test that, as Elicia held it up to the light, showed us the truth.
A home pregnancy test that confirmed my worst fears, and at the same time,
gave Elicia the answer that she wanted.
A home pregnancy test that was positive.

We both sat there, awestruck, until Elicia broke the silence. "Well.
I guess we know what I have to do now, right? I mean, there's really no
other choice, is there? If Britt is pregnant, then she's got a distinct
advantage in the weight gain category. If I wish to neutralize that
advantage, then I too, must become encliente. But that means bringing
another life into the world, and radically changing my own life. I really
don't think that it's very socially responsible to get pregnant just to grow
a huge belly. But how do I go about growing a bigger belly than a pregnant
girl, when I myself am not preggers? This is the dilemma." Elicia stated.
She took a moment to finish off her large Coke before continuing. "And when
you add this "Bust-Booster" spell into the equation, it complicates the
weight gaining process even more. Every calorie I consume goes straight to
my bust, which I am overjoyed at, but in order for my belly to grow, I need
this to stop, or at least slow down. Britt achieved a temporary pause in the
spell by getting pregnant...I wonder how else one might be able to...reroute
this spell. Ryan, how do you feel about driving me out to Nine Elks Lodge?"
she asked me.
"What the hell do you hope to accomplish at the Casino, Elicia? Hit
the jackpot on the quarter slots, buy like $500 dollars in groceries, then
sit at home and chow down on ice cream and a six layer cake, thereby
blimping yourself out, and growing a belly twice the size of Britt's?" I
asked. She gave me a wry smile, and took my hand. "Ryan, baby, I'd love to
be your little ice cream girl, but let's be real, huh? That would never
work. No, I have a great aunt who is part Sioux who runs the place. She's
been known to cast a few spells of her own...maybe it's time I took this to
the home team in order to beat Britt. If that tubby bitch wants to play
dirty, then let's get it on!" Elicia cried, as she jumped up, causing the
twin mountains on her chest to jiggle in a most seismic manner. She was
still big up there, but Britt was still two times the size Elicia was. If
Elicia wanted to beat Britt, she had best hurry her ass up, I thought, as we
headed for her car.

The drive to the casino was an interesting one, as Elicia was going on and on about her plans to grow a bigger belly than Britt, and how much weight
she would gain. And every so often she would absentmindedly rub her little bulge of a belly, and it would send thrills through me, as I imagined her
the way she said she'd be; bigger than the biggest woman pregnant with quints, with tits three times as large as Anna Nicole Smith's.
God, if she achieved all that, she would be my dream girl, brought out of my deepest fantasies and made real. I was lost in reverie until Elicia pulled into the
spacious parking lot of Nine Elks Lodge, and brought the car to a halt at the valet parking line.
As the valet approached, he seemed to recognize Elicia's face, but as she stepped fully out of the car, he did a double take at the size of her chest.
I had to admit, they did command attention, crammed into that little Spider-Man tanktop. And the awesome amount of tanned cleavage on display didn't hurt, either. Elicia blushed a little as she, in turn, recognized the
valet, a handsome, clean cut guy whose nametag said MARK.
"Mark!" Elicia squealed. "When did you start working here? I haven't seen
you in forever...don't tell me your family moved here too?" she asked.
"Uhhh yeah," Mark replied, still struggling to look Elicia in the eyes. "My Dad got me on here...the pay is good, and you know, I get to drive some
bitchin cars, but tell me, what the hell happened to you? I mean, where did those come from?" Mark asked, gesturing to Elicia's golden brown bosom.
Elicia blushed and looked away "You know, I hit one of those late puberty growth spurts, and all of a sudden BAM...I'm an E cup. It was the weirdest
thing...any way, do you know where I could find a woman by the name of LauraLee Whitehorse?" she said. Mark told us that Elicia's aunt ususally hung around the reception desk, so we headed into the casino, Elicia's huge chest paving the way. The two security guards at the front desk didn't even look my way as we entered the casino, and headed over to the reception desk. I admit, I bumbed into more than a few folks myself, as I was just as entranced by Elicia's jiggling mounds. As we reached the reception desk, we saw a short, raven-haired women bent over some bar graphs, studying them intently. Elicia cleared her throat, and the woman looked up, an expression of annoyance on her face.
That expression went from annoyance to shock to pleasure so fast that it was almost cartoonish. Aunt LauraLee struggled to take in Elicia's huge dimensions. When she finally regained her power of speech, she stammered, "E-Elicia, my God you're HUGE! You've finally blossomed! Welcome to the Sanches family gene-pool!" As LauraLee said this she stepped arpregound the counter, and it was my turn to be amazed. Her boobs had to be half again as big as Elicia's...and they were so round! She caught my look of amazement, and smilingly said, "Oh Elicia, you'll have to explain to your boyfriend here about that pesky gene that gives us mega hooters! We're always the biggest girls, whereever we go to work, or school at!" Elicia, with a crestfallen look on her face, said, "Well, Aunt Lauralee, that would be three things you're wrong about..."
I waited patiently as Elicia brought her Aunt up to speed on things. There were quite a few preggos there gambling, so I wasn't short of eye candy to ogle. As Elicia finished, she looked at her Aunt for a reaction. Her Aunt's once smiling visage had been replaced with a stern look of disapproval. "Well, young lady, I am very dissapointed with you, and I've a mind to call you mother up straight away and explain this whole mess. There's no honor in what you did, and it hurts me that you didn't come to me in the first place! You know I've got spells twice as good as what you found in that ratty old Irish book. I'm tempted to let you try and win this contest on your own...but seeing as to how this other girl has a VERY unfair advantage over you, I will help you out. But this stays between the two of us, and if you have ANY more troubles, you come to me, got it?" Lauralee finished.
Elicia nodded her head enthusaistically, and I almost shouted with joy! We were going to beat Britt, and Aunt Lauralee was going to help us!
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Aunt Lauralee took us to the back-most room in the casino (the room they take you to if you hit the big jackpot) and ordered Elicia to strip off her clothes. Elicia did as she was told, and I tried my best not to start masturbating right there. She was gorgeous...just picture Linzey Dawn naked, with a small potbelly and an outie bellybutton. Yeah...like that. As soon as Elicia was naked, her Aunt brought out an old leather bag, and from it removed a vial of clear looking liquid, which she spead on Elicia's breasts, butt, belly, and to my shock and (honestly) pleasure, her vagina. Then she produced a powder, which, while chanting in the language of her ancestors (which really made my balls crawl, by the way) she spread out all around Elicia, in a circle. The last thing she produced was a thick, tar-like substance, contained in giant Mason jar. This she opened up, and placing the jar in Elicia's hands, motioned for her to drink (while still chanting). Elicia did so, as the material flowed thickly out of the jar, down her throat. Lauralee was now circling Elicia, muttering and chanting and generally scaring the bejeesus outta me.
It took Elicia about fifteen minutes to finish whatever the hell was in that jar (which must not have been that bad, judging from the expression on Elicia's face). At that time, her Aunt stopped chanting and, facing Elicia, began an incantation in low tones. Elicia licked her lips, and looked around the room as if she were in a daze...I was beginning to get a little sleepy myself, and I wondered again what the hell was in that crap that Elicia drank, when...
WHAM! Elicia doubled over almost convulsively, and clutched at her midsection, which I noted had bulged out about a foot from her body. Damn! I had missed that! I blinked and rubbed my eyes, and the next thing I knew, Elicia's boobs had started growing, puffing out to monsterous proportions, as her belly raced to keep up. Elicia, for her part in all this, was struggling to maintain her balance, leaning on the wall for support as her belly stretched and grew and pulled her inexorably forward. I thought I might just come all over myself, I was so hard...and then I realized simultaneously just why I was so hard, and what my left hand was doing. Oh sh!T! Oh no! I can't let them see me doing...and I caught sight of Elicia again. This time, her butt had crashed the party,
and she was trying her damnedest to reach her nether regions and satisfy the intense arousal within her. It just wasn't happening for her though...but I thought I could help her out. I sauntered over, nonchalant as hell, still beating my meat with my left hand and motioned for her to lean back against the wall. As she did this, I dropped to my knees and looked at her womanhood, and found yet a FOURTH thing on Elicia that had swelled up! As she fondled her nipples ( she could just reach them now) I stuck out my tongue and prepared to give her the ride of her life. But just as my eager little tongue struck gold, something struck the back of my head, and my world went black.
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When I came to, I was leaning on one wall, and Elicia was leaning on the other, hunched over a belly that looked to belong to a woman in her fourth month of pregnancy. She was dressed again, but the difference was that the little tanktop just BARELY covered her expanded hooters, in fact leaving the bottoms of them quite bare. Her Aunt was crouched next to her, stroking Elicia's hair and whispering soothing words to her. I stood up, still using the wall for support and croaked, "What...in the HELL...just happened?" Aunt Lauralee turned to me and said....

As I lay there stunned, Elicia's aunt explained to me what had just occured. For my part, I just sat there staring at Elicia and trying to make my muddled mind comprehend what this woman was saying to me. She had summoned a demon...or a spirit of somekind, and had allowed it to posses Elicia, thereby breaking the spell from Britt's book. But the thing was, this spirit, which Aunt Lauralee kept calling Risah, was a fertililty goddess. Which menat that Elicia had become super-pregnant with this thing's life force...and here I became royally confused.

"Justa minute," I said. " Let me understand this...an ancient fertility goddess just impregnated your niece? With how many babies? How big will she get? And what in the hell knocked me out?" LauraLee just smiled patiently, and continued stroking her semi-concious niece's long black hair. "Ryan, honey just calm down and listen. The elixir that I gave Elicia had a narcotic in it that is meant to clear the mind. When Risah took hold of Elicia, most likely the only thing going through her head was one number, over and over. Now, whatever that number was, is the number of babies that Risah put into her womb. As for the bust-booster, when Risah broke that old Irish spell, she more than compensated for it's absence. In fact, she doubled its power and effect. So now my niece has waaay more than a leg up on her competition. Now, do you have anymore questions, or are you ready to take my niece home so she can rest? In her condition, she's going to need as much rest as she can get...in fact, for maximum weight gain during her pregnancy, which will be nine months long, I'd suggest that she do nothing more strenous than walking to the fridge for more ice cream!" Larualee said with a giggle. But, as I lay there watching Elicia, I still wasn't satisfied. "Lauralee, explain a couple more things to me," I asked.

"Sure Ryan, go ahead," she said. "First off, what the hell knocked me out? You keep dodging that question! And secondly, what the hell did getting pregnant do to modify Britt's spell?" As I asked Lauralee these questions, two things happened; first, Lauralee looked away from me, almost like she was ashamed. Secondly, Elicia began to stir, moaning softly, and clutching her bloated midsection. As we both stood gazing at Elicia, Lauralee finally answered my question. "It was me, Ryan, I hit you with a chair. But listen! I had to! If you would have touched her down there...you would have messed the entire spell up, and been the world's first pregnant man! I'm so sorry Ryan...but I had to do it!" As I looked at her, my first instinct was to be pissed off, but then I considered what she had saved me from. "Allright, I guess that was a generous thing you did for me, but what aboot Britt? Why did getting pregnant make her so huge so fast? She looks almost four months gone, and it's only been like a week!" I exclaimed.

"Look Ryan...what happened to Britt is very similar to what happened to Elicia...essentially, Britt is pregnant with multiples, and the spell she put on herself multiplies her weight gain, which is in turn multiplied by pregnancy. Understand?" she asked hopefully. I just shrugged my shoulders and sighed. "I guess so," I said. Suddenly, Elicia spoke, stratling us both.

"Hey Ryan," she croaked. "I'm really hungry...and pretty tired too. Can we go home now?" she asked plaintively, rubbing her bare bulging belly. I gave her a warm smile and said "Sure, Elicia. But tell me one final thing...what was going through your head when all that happened?" Elicia looked at me with a dreamy expression on her face. "You know, Rye, that was the craziest thing...the only thing I was thinking of was a dozen warm donuts...."

And that's the last thing I remember hearing before I fainted.

And that's the last thing I remember hearing before I fainted. This time I was out for only about fifteen minutes or so, and was brought around by Elicia splashing some cold water on my face. As I sat bolt upright, one word burst out of me, over and over.
“Twelve! Twelve! Twelve!” I yelped, over and over again, until a firm slap from Aunt Laralee brought me fully to my senses. “Ryan,” she scolded me gently, “You’ll scare poor Elicia to death if you don’t stop carrying on like that!” At the mention of her name, Elicia looked up from where she was leaning on the wall. She looked very weak, and her belly seemed smaller than it was before I blacked out…which didn’t seem right at all, till I realized what was happening. The dozen growing babies inside her were feeding off of their mother, consuming her body’s spare reserves of fat in lieu of being fed themselves. Oh @#%$! I thought…Her boobs! My eyes darted up from her diminished belly, and with no small amount of relief I noted that her juggs were just as plump as ever. But I knew that I had to get a massive amount of food into Elicia right away, or else her boobs just might start to shrink.
Picking myself up off the floor, I took Elicia by the hand, and as I led her out the door, I called to her aunt, “Thanks for everything, Aunt Laralee! We really appreciate it, but we’ve got to get something in Elicia’s belly right away! We’ll see you later.” We were halfway down the hall when Aunt Laralee yelled “Ryan! Wait! I’ve got this keycard for the cellar outside. Take it, and you can feed her there. That’s where we keep all the pastries, and junk food, and there’s a huge walk in fridge with about a thousand tubs of ice cream! You can feed her till she pops, and she won’t make a dent in it! Go quickly!” She said, practically shoving us out the door and in the direction of a brick building the size of a small cottage. As I stood there trying to gauge the distance, I figured that if I half-carried Elicia, I could make better progress, as I really didn’t want to get caught dragging a half conscious girl into a shady little cottage. So I threw Elicia up over my shoulder, and lit out for the little building like a bat out of hell…
Upon entering the cellar, I grabbed a burlap sack of chocolate chips and eased Elicia down onto it. Her hunger had grown to the point that all she would do is moan and clutch at her rapidly shrinking belly, and I knew that my time was almost up. Fortunately, Laralee hadn’t been exaggerating the contents of the shed. It was practically overflowing with pies, cakes, donuts, rolls, biscuits, cookies, and assorted pastries. There were even sacks of crème filling for the donuts, and an idea swiftly struck me; I could put the spout of one of those sacks in Elicia’s mouth and feed her the entire contents of a sack! That should satisfy her! I ran over and grabbed the first bag that I saw, which was a raspberry crème. But as I attempted to drag it over to Elicia, I was stunned by how heavy it was…the @#%$ had to weigh at least two hundred pounds! Christ! I’d never be able to drag it over to her in time! As I frantically searched for another similar sized option, Elicia let out another groan and this time clutched at her breasts. Sweet @#%$! I thought to myself…I’ve got to move fast!!
Thinking of proximity rather than size, I grabbed the nearest thing to Elicia, which was a rather large chocolate mousse pie. I placed it in her hands, and turned to look for some utensils for Elicia…and by the time I turned back the whole pie was gone! Sheee-it she was eating faster than ever…this was going to be tough. I thought of a comic I had found online one time, called “Pigs Be Pigs” drawn by a guy named Willix. In it, a girl was fed and fattened to massive proportions by a mad doctor with a conveyor belt.
Well, I didn’t have a conveyor belt, but I could do the next best thing…and with that thought, I sprang into action, starting at the nearest stack of pies, and tossing pie after pie after pie to Elicia’s waiting arms. I was like a man possessed, relaying pies to Elicia’s mouth at an amazing clip, and after the tenth whole pie, I could really tell the difference. Her boobs had filled and swelled out to the point that they threatened to rip her top, and her belly had grown to resemble a woman in her sixth month of pregnancy. It was full and globular, and rested so nicely between her legs…and it also emitted a harsh growl that brought me back to earth, and the task at hand.
I then started on the modest three-layer cakes, and was moving onto the fourth one of those when Elicia spoke her first words since entering the shed. “R-r-***BUUURP*** Ryan…timeout, man…my sides are ab-ab-***BBBRRRUUPP!*** about to split! Oh I am soooooo full…” And she wasn't exaggerating a bit. Her belly was sooo round and full I actually was kinda worried she'd split wide open if she kept going. I mean, it was to the point that her belly was pushing her legs so far apart as to be uncomfortable. Her knees were rubbing on it, even! And her boobs were not to be overlooked (no pun intended) as they actually had ripped heer shirt into a v-neck, and let me tell you, she had an AWESOME amount of cleavage on display. But nevertheless, she was done. Finally, I thought to myself. It’s over…she’s full. We can go home and measure her, and I can rest my aching arms! So I bent to help her up, and as I pulled her to her feet, her belly heaved and gave a loud growl…which only intensified as she tried to walk to the door.
“No way man!” Elicia cried. “I can’t…it can’t be! I…I…I have to eat more!” she cried, and with that, she dove straight for the sack of crème…..

As Elicia dove for the sack of crème and lit into it, I sat back and marveled at how far she had come. My God I thought she used to be a DD and now…she makes Linsey Dawn McKenzie look flat chested. As I stood there, lost in fantasies of Elicia in Score Magazine, Elicia had rapidly drained the sack of crème dry, and was struggling to sit up and reach for another.
Her belly was enourmous, easily twice the size of a woman nine months large with triplets, and her balloon breasts now kinda resembled how that sack of crème used top look. Her ass was beginning to grow too, and as it spread behind her, I found myself thinking that her ass had a ways to go if it was going to counter balance the huge weight on her front. I stepped forward to help Elicia, and her eyes went wide and she pointed behind me. Now I’m no idiot, and I know when someone’s trying to warn me aboot something. But for some reason (most likely the fact that I was still halfway lost in that dream world where Elicia and the bountiful girls of Score Magazine were cavorting naked and greased up) my reflexes were way off.
I turned just in time to catch Des Drake’s fist on the side of my jaw, and then everything wobbled and there was a bright starburst in front of my eyes. I staggered back, and he hit me again, this time in my right eye, and let me tell you, that hurt like a bastard. I went down to one knee, thinking Man, of all the folks who it could be, it had to be HIM kicking my ass! and then Des Drake kicked me in the jaw and the world went away.

When I came to, I found that I had a couple of minor problems; I was tied up on the floor, my right eye was puffed shut, and it felt like my jaw may have been broken. Which is to say that I was hurting like a motherfugger, and I was pretty damn confused, too. I looked to my left and saw that Britt was also tied up, Elicia similarly trussed beside her. Des Drake paced back and forth between us, scowling and brandishing the magic book from Britt’s attic.
“What a sick bunch of bastards you three are,” Des spat. “I thought that you know, that Britt’s growth was kinda weird, kinda sudden, but when she finally came clean, and told me her plan…that’s when I realized just how damn sick you people are.” Britt now finally looked up, and both Elicia and I gasped when we saw her face. Des had beaten the hell out of her and her mouth was blasted wide open. The sight of this filled me with rage, but it was when I got a really good look at her body that I was really heartbroken.
Britt’s breasts, the very objects which had started the whole fiasco, had shrunken to the point that they were barely a cup size bigger than when this whole thing had started. Her belly had all but vanished, and I was instantly filled with worry for the child she carried. She caught me looking and looked down at her own belly, and sadly shook her head. She had lost it. He had beaten the baby out of her. My head shot up and I fixed Des Drake with the blackest look of hatred that I could.
If he noticed this, he gave no sign. He was still prattling on aboot how deranged Britt, Elicia, and myself were. “So you see, what I’m going to do, is I’m going to remove the spells from both you girls, take away whatever satanic magic that you bitches are practicing, and then I’m going to burn this book,” Des said. “But first, I’m going to have some fun. Get up, bitch!” he yelled at Britt, hauling her roughly to her feet.
“You wanted big hooters? Huh? Well, you’re gonna have big hooters. Her big hooters!” he yelled gesturing at Elicia. “See, I’m gonna give you what you want, Britt. You’re gonna have the biggest boobs in the school, and she’s gonna be flat-chested. Then I’m gonna take it all away. Then, once you’re both flat as a pancake, you’ll be even and this insanity can stop. Then, you’ll forget about this loser Ryan and you’ll be my girl forever. No babies, no former crushes, no big fat nasty-looking boobs, that sag…”
Britt finally spoke up, through her crushed lips. “I thought you liked big boobs, Desi!” Drake walked over to her and tilted her head up to him. “I love big knockers, baby…big fake knockers. Real ones gross me out. They flop and sag and look nasty as hell when a girl turns forty or has a kid. But after I fix things, you’ll never have to worry about that again, and neither will she,” he whispered to her. During this exchange I had begun to work at my bonds, trying desperately to get free.
But then what? What would I do once I got free? How would I stop Desmond Drake?

What would I do once I got free? Now that was a damned good question. I really couldn’t kick the shite out of Des Drake. He was too big, too strong…and I didn’t have a weapon at hand. I could charge him and get him to drop the book, but it didn’t really look like either girl was in any position to help me. Britt was beaten up pretty badly and Elicia was far too stuffed to be of any help. A quick glance at her confirmed this; she was fast asleep, her hands folded across her bulging belly, blanketed by her massive boobs. As I looked at her, a small idea began to percolate in my mind…maybe I did have a weapon at hand…maybe I did at that.
Des now had Britt by the arm, and he was trying to get her to read the inscription that would allow her to steal Elicia’s boobs. I knew I had to act quickly, or else all was lost. I called out “You might want to be careful Britt…you don’t know what could happen if you were to mix up a word, or read something incorrectly!” This was met, as I knew it would be, by a sharp curse and a kick from Des. They say that kicks don’t hurt as much when you’re ready for them…they’re completely full of shite, too. That kick hurt like hell. But it did afford Britt a chance to flip forward a couple of pages while Des was distracted. “I think I’ve got it, Rye,” she said. “Thanks, though.” As she began to read the passage, I felt a surge of excitement. She knew what I had planned, and she was going to do it. I just had to keep good ol Des distracted long enough for her to pull it off.
“Hey Drake,” I called out, hoping I sounded braver than I felt, “Why did it come to this? I mean, you won, man! You were banging the head cheerleader! You were about to have a kid with her, for Christ’s sake!” Drake’s eyes bulged and I could see that he was about to kick me again, when Britt let out a moan and dove for the remaining pastries that Elicia hadn’t touched. Ignoring her, he kicked me again, and squatted down so he could be eye to eye with me. Perfect.
“You little piece of shite” he ground out between his clenched teeth. “you think I won? What did I win, exactly? A fat, bloated pig of a woman whose only dream is to get even fatter? Some prize.” Steeling myself for another kick, I stared him in the eye and said “More of a prize than you ever deserved. Britt was too good for you, Des. Yeah she flipped out, and went boob crazy, and yeah she was a real bitch and she broke my heart by going with you, but god damn man, that doesn’t even come close to justifying what you did.”
As I said this, I stole a quick look over at Britt to see how she was doing. She had cleared the first pastry cart entirely and was waddling as fast as her now bloated middle would allow over to the next. Her tummy was quite cute, looking about the size of a woman in her sixth month. Her boobs had doubled in size, pushing out the front of the baby-t she was wearing to it’s limits. I tore my eyes off of her and brought them back to Des. “What did she really do to you that set you off, huh? I mean it couldn’t have been just the weight gain.” Des glared at me some more and then growled out a statement that, had my jaw not been painfully damages, would have caused it to drop. “She loves YOU, you little bastard. I had her all right, I screwed her…but she loves you!!!” There were tears leaking out of his eyes, and now I could truly see that this was hurting him too. “If I can’t have her all to myself, then I damn sure won’t let you enjoy her!” The tears flowed freely now, and I caught myself kinda sympathizing with the dirty rotten bastage. I quickly put that in check as I took another looksee behind Des Drake. My plan was going perfectly…

The spell I had had Britt read wasn’t anything close to what Dez Drake wanted. In fact, it was something that I had jotted on the pages of Britt’s book, kind of as a fail-safe if Elicia and I would have had to battle Britt boob to boob. The spell was something I had found on the internet, while I was cruising for some preggo porno, and happened upon a BE story archive. The gist of it was this; whoever uttered the spell would always have a distinct advantage over their rival in whatever department the rival excelled at. So if one girl had huge boobies, then if her friend said the magic words her friend would automatically be a cup size bigger than that girl. Basically it was a competition spell and I knew that Britt would find it because I had written, at the bottom of the page of bust-building spells, the message “If what you are looking for is wrong, go to page 417”.
She had gone there, and found the spell, and now as I watched from over the weeping Des Drake’s shoulder, I could see the spell beginning to work. Britt’s boobs jumped and jiggled, and surged forward so much that they split the front of her tight baby-t, and raced to meet her ballooning gut halfway, so that the garment was completely exploded. It dropped off of her and slid to the floor and she didn’t even notice it. She was in the moment. She strode over to Des Drake and this time it was Drake who was caught off guard, as Britt whalloped him with one of her monsterous JJ-cup boobs. The force of the boobie-smack sent Drake sprawling onto his back, and I didn’t miss my chance. “Now Britt!” I cried. “Banzai Drop this motherfugger!” And that’s exactly what she did. Britt threw herself, still blowing up to mammoth proportions, right on top of Dez Drake, driving the air out of him, and pinning him flat with her enormous gut. I let out a whoop of victory and almost threw myself on the pile, but first there was business to attend to. I hurried over, and Britt untied me, as I then did the same for Elicia, who had slept through the whole thing.
I was about to make a smart ass remark when I heard it; an ominous creek that quickly turned into a terrifying CRAAAA*AAACK! that could only mean one thing. The floor was about to collapse. I knew there was only one thing to do, and it would suck for all of us. “Britt, read the anti-spell, quick!” I said. She gave me a funny look, but the persistent cracking of the floorboards convinced her. She read the spell, and her amazing growth slowed, then stopped entirely, and then began to reverse itself. The floor held as the last of Britt’s supersized growth disappeared, leaving her at what I estimated was a full, round and jiggly F-cup, with a great round potbelly bulging out from beneath those huge gazongas. Once again, I was just about to say something when Elicia’s Aunt came running in, a look of concern on her face.
“A couple of workers told me they heard a fight in here,” Aunt Laralee said, concern etched on her kindly face. “Oh my goodness!” She exclaimed after catching a look at first my face, then at Britt’s bare torso, then at her neice’s exploded figure. “What the hell is going on here?” she cried. I felt it was finally time for me to explain.
I filled Aunt Laralee in on what had went down, how Des had indeed caused Britt’s miscarriage, and how we had defeated him. As we talked about the miscarriage, Britt’s eyes welled up with tears and she broke in. “It was for the best, really. I don’t know what came over me, but I do know now that I really wasn’t meant to have that baby. Not yet anyway.” Now it was Elicia’s turn to look up at her Aunt. “Aunt Laralee, I feel the same way. I know that as a High Schooler I’m not ready for one baby, let alone twelve. Is there anyway to, ummm undo this? Not my belly and boobs, but all the babies?”
Aunt Laralee gave her niece a stern look. “Elicia, when we did the ceremony I had hoped that you really knew what you wanted…but fortunately for you, you are not the first chica to reconsider after the fact. So I tell you this: Go home and rest yourself, and truly look in your heart at whether or not you want the babies, and ask yourself how big you really want to be. Sleep on it, and in the morning it will be so.”

EPILOGUE
Britt and I never really spoke after that, and we both graduated near the top of our class at Steven Speilberg High. Britt’s boobs deflated a little more each year, until they had reached the size they were at present, a DDD. Every time she comes home, I tell myself that I’m gonna go talk to her, but I never do. There’s just too much weirdness between us, too many emotions to deal with. Besides, it’s not like I’m desperate for her; I married Elicia the year after we graduated, after going steady with her for awhile. Her current measurements are 48HHH-40-32, and I think she’s more gorgeous than ever. We don’t have any kids yet, but we’re definitely trying. She’s posed for SCORE magazine twice, and both times she was a big hit. I never ask her about her decision not to keep the babies, or about giving up the belly, because we both know, in our hearts that both things will be back someday, bigger than ever.
As for Des Drake, he graduated with a football scholarship to Oregon State University, but was killed in a senseless drunk driving accident two weeks ago. Britt, Elicia and I went to his funeral, and although I still didn’t talk to her, Elicia went up to say hi, and came back with this little tidbit of information: Britt was going to a contest, she had told Elicia. She wouldn’t say what kind of a contest, or where it was but she did say that she was taking her favorite book with her to read on the plane flight. I took this all in, and a little smile touched my lips. “Atta girl,” I said, too softly for Elicia to hear.

Thansk dude, biggest of ups.