"What a neat little doll, Ashley!", Corrina exclaimed. "Where'd you pick it up?"
Corrina turned the odd little doll around into the light to get a better look at
it. Ruffling a page in her magazine, Ashley snuffled. "Oh, **that** old thing? I
picked it up in Rhodes, on vacation with my folks. Its older than dinosaur shit,
I've been told". "Let me see it", requested Zenobia, reaching out her hand for
the little statuette. Corrina passed it to her. "It does look kind of old", she
commented. Ashley's little statuette was an odd one. It was clearly a woman,
although her face wasn't clearly seen. Her head was bent over, and her hands
were cupping, a pair of extremely large, full breasts, which jutted out through
through in an opening in the front of the woman's gown. The atmosphere of female
sensuality was completed by the statuette's narrow waist and broad hips. The
head was covered by a diadem of six stars, each one on its own spur. The effect
was one of brooding royalty. "It looks like Jessica Snively!", remarked Zenobia,
and all three girls laughed nervously. Jessica was the best-developed girl in
their eighth grade class at Monroe Junior High, and any mention of large tits
was followed by a reference to Jessica's over-ripe, and still developing,
bust-line. Zenobia passed the statuette back to Ashley, who put it on the
lamp-stand. "Jessica's tits aren't that big", remarked Zenobia. "They're big
enough to make Scott Brandon crazy for her", taunted Ashley, who knew Zenobia
had a crush on the ninth grade star center. An uninterested outside observer
would never have picked Ashley Monroe, Corrina Paglatelli, and Zenobia Farad as
close friends. They were very different. Ashley Monroe's family owned most of
the small Ohio town they lived in. Even though Ashley's father was a younger son
of a younger son, there was plenty of money in the family. Ashley had inherited
the Monroe face and coloring; soft, straight blonde hair that fell to her waist,
blue eyes, thin lips, a somewhat long, narrow nose. Like most of the women in
her family, she was flat-chested, having sprouted two little bumps on her chest
in the sixth grade, but there did been no further development in that arena.
Despite her flat chest, Ashley had wide hips and chunky thighs, which she
attempted to hide with full skirts and long shirt-vests. At five-ten, Ashley
also towered over the other girls, and her conceit was that she was only a few
leg-lifts away from a modeling career. Although Corrina and Zenobia privately
thought Ashley stuck-up, they would have defended her to the death to an
outsider. Neitheir of them came from a background half as privileged as Ash-
ley's, and their friendship with her gave them a glimpse of the 'good life' they
both aspired to. Corrina Paglatelli was a red-haired, round-faced Italian girl
from a large, boisterous family. Due to her mother's excellent cooking, she
tended to a bit of heaviness, especially in the hips. She was shorter than
Ashley, about five-five, but prettier, with mischievous grey eyes, a generous
mouth, and a merry disposition. Rare for an Italian girl, she was also flat-
chested, and had a large collection of padded bras she claimed to need to
"balance" out her figure flaws. Aside from her almost total lack of chest
development, Corrina didn't have any "figure flaws". She had a narrow waist that
flared out provocatively into her generous ass, muscular haunches, well-sculpted
thighs and calves, slender ankles and dainty feet. Much shorter than the others
at five-foot nothing, Zenobia Farad was also the prettiest. The daughter of an
Iranian immigrant family, Zenobia was beautiful in a dark, Middle-Eastern way,
with huge black, sparkling, almond-shaped eyes, an even olive complex- ion
unmarred by blotch or body hair, except for the merest hint of a mustache at the
corners of her lips. Her thick masses of midnight-black hair fell past her waist
to the bottom of her pleasantly-rounded little ass. Obsessed with everything
American, Zenobia had fallen hard for the All-American Scott Brandon, as blonde
and as typically Mid- western as Zenobia was dark and exotic. She tried every
strategy in her limited repertory to attract Scott's attention; short, tight
skirts, scrupulous attention to fashion, swinging from grunge to hip-hop to
black-lace-on-black-Gothic. There was even an ill-advised hair coloring episode
that, instead of turning Zenobia into a striking blonde, left her with hair the
color and texture of Bozo the Clown's. None of this produced any result
whatsoever. Scott Brandon judged women by one pure and unhypocritical standard;
breast size, and true to this guiding principle he had selected Jessica Snively.
Jessica Snively was thirteen, overdeveloped and under-controlled. She came from
a poor family. Her father drank a lot and her mother had to wash floors to keep
her six kids minimally clothed. All through grade school, the other girls made
fun of her faded clothes, her clunky shoes, her pale, pasty complexion, her
stringy blonde hair. However, in the sixth grade, the tit-fairy waved her magic
wand and singled Jessica Snively out for special treatment. By the end of the
grade school, Jessica had grown from nothing into a 34-C. The relentless growth
of her breasts during her first year in junior high propelled Jessica from her
resented status as the butt of everyone's jokes into the social stratosphere. By
the time she had attracted the attention of the highly-prized Scott Brandon,
Jessica was sporting an incredible 34-DD. As the girlfriend of the most popular
boy in school, the busty Jessica was firmly on top of the early adolescent
pecking-order. Needless to say, she engaged in a lot of pay-back, and relished
the power she exercised over girls like Ashley Monroe who, despite the wealth
and influence of their families, couldn't get a boyfriend to save their lives...
Zenobia snorted in disgust. "That cow! Just 'cause she's got the biggest boobs
in school, she thinks..." "She ** can ** have any guy she wants, stupid!",
Corrina finished Zenobia's unfinished thought. "Just 'cause she's got the one
you want doesn't make her bad or evil". "I wish ** I ** had big tits", Zenobia
said aloud. As soon as the words left her mouth, the stars on the statuette's
crown flickered briefly, then died. "Did you see that?", screamed Corrina,
grabbing the statuette. "See what?", asked Ashley, peering over her magazine.
"Watch", demanded Corrina. She closed her eyes and repeated, "I wish I had great
big tits!" Once again, the tiny jewels in the statuette's crown flared,
flickered, and died. "Jeez, maybe the thing's got batteries!", shouted Ashley.
She grabbed the statuette from Corrina and checked it thoroughly. Finding
nothing that could explain the flickering lights in the statue's crown, she
shrugged her shoulders. "Go ahead, Ashley, say it!", Zenobia giggled. "Say
what?", snorted Ashley, looking around at the two eager faces staring back at
her. "Say what we said!", Corrina encouraged her. "Let's see if it'll light up
again!" Ashley took the doll and looked at it. Nothing special, she thought.
Just ancient wiring going off somewhere inside. "I wish I had **huge** tits",
she sneered. The doll flickered, and the jewels in its crown ignited into a
steady white light. The little statue's crown glowed for about a second, then
faded. "Well, dip me in dog-shit!", exclaimed Ashley. The jewels flickered
briefly again. "Oh oh", said Zenobia, "I don't think you oughta have said that!"
Life in the eighth grade can be pretty monotonous, especially if you are
in that delicate social stratum between the most desired, most popular girls,
and the absolute dweebs and grendles. Ashley, Zenobia, and Corrina stuck
together as much from self-preservation as from any genuine affection. The three
of them were standing at Corrina's locker when Jessica Snively came sauntering
up, wearing a low-cut, pink sweater that revealed more than an eyeful of her
precocious assets. "Oh, hi there, Corrina, Zenobia, Ashley!", she warbled,
moving her prodigious chest from side to side as if marking out her territory.
"Are the three of you going to the dance on Fri- day? Scott's taking me, of
course. I'll see you there, maybe!", and she disappeared in a flash of hair,
cleavage, and cheap per- fume. "God, what a **bitch**!", snarled Zenobia, her
dark eyes flashing with rage. "She's just stupid", Corrina consoled her friend,
"Don't pay any attention to her!" Ashley stared down at her own 32AA poking
inadequately out from her chest. "Betsy Grundy's stupid", she remarked, "but I
don't mind her. That little slut Jessica gets on my nerves, though". As if to
remind them of their subservient status, Jessica passed them by once more, this
time with her arms wrapped around Scott, the basketball center. She was rubbing
her substantial breasts all over his arms, and Scott was smiling a perfectly
contented smile. She turned and smiled at Ashley, Corrina, and Zenobia, as if to
say, see what you can have if you got what I got. ************************
Zenobia was in science class when she felt something tugging at her back. She
turned around to see if Jimmy Talbot was doing anything nasty to her, but Jimmy
was buried in his textbook. She felt the tug again, as well as a sort of a
tightness about her chest. She attempted to adjust her bra under her shirt, and
was surprised to find that her bra, which was not really a necessity, but more
of a fashion had ridden up on her chest. When she tried to pull it back down,
she she could no longer pull her bra back over what felt like two large and
growing lumps on her chest. She put her hands over what had been until then a
non-existent bust-line, and felt two soft, rubbery little mounds. Where had
these breasts come from? She pulled her textbook over her other hand, so that no
one could see her feel her- self up. She could feel her heartbeat, and each time
her heart thumped, she felt her breast push against her hand as it grew and
swelled. Zenobia pulled her book to her chest and feigned interest in the
lecture. slowly, she felt her breasts expand until they began to press against
the book. Her bra was beginning to feel uncomfortable underneath her cotton
shirt. She could feel it stretch slowly under the pressure from her growing
boobs. Reaching behind her book, Zenobia grabbed her left breast. She was an
ample handful now, and she could feel the outward expansion continue. Her straps
were beginning to dig into her shoulders now, and the pressure from her
inadequate bra was becoming painful. No one seemed to be watching her, so
Zenobia snuck a peek be- hind her book. what she saw thrilled her. Her breasts
had expanded to about a C-cup. Her 34-A bra was stretched across her growing
tits like a piece of string tied across a couple of baseballs. Her shirt had
filled out, and now had formed a considerable shelf instead of plunging straight
from her shoulder blades to her waist. Zenobia wondered how long she could
continue to hide behind her book. Her burgeoning breasts had just about filled
all the available space, and the gaps were starting to show between the buttons
on her shirt. The pain from her too-small bra was quite acute now, and she began
to shift in her seat. What the hell, Zenobia thought as she dropped her book to
her desk, they are bound to find out sooner or later. Jeremy Cage, the boy
sitting in the seat next to Zenobia, gasped when he saw his classmate's new
grapefruit-sized tit- ties. "Wow, Zennie!", he shouted, "dope tits!" I could get
used to this, Zenobia thought as she leaned back in her seat. All eyes were on
her now, as her shirt continued to pull away from her chest. Through the growing
gaps between the buttons of her shirt, Zenobia could see her new breasts,
punching out from underneath, and from above, her bra, which was now a narrow
band vainly trying to hold back a growing mass of adolescent tit-flesh. With a
rending sound, the snaps in the front gave way, and her newly enlarged breasts
bobbled as they sprang out from behind their restraint to fill the space inside
Zenobia's shirt. Now that her bra no longer covered them, Zenobia's dark nipples
were visible through the flimsy fabric of the blouse. Zenobia cupped her hands
under her breasts. She was more than a handful now! R-r-r-rip! The first of the
buttons on her shirt pulled away and went clattering away across the classroom
floor. Zenobia was really blowing up! Even the teacher had given up trying to
lecture, as he stood slack-jawed in disbelief as Zenobia got larger and larger.
He had to duck as Zenobia's swelling tits fired another button in his direction.
Only the top and bottom buttons remained intact on Zenobia's blouse, and new
breast-tissue was straining into the great gap left by the two missing buttons.
Zenobia stood up, causing her now-volleyball-sized titties to jiggle wildly
under her shirt. "Holy shit!", one boy exclaimed, "watch out Jessica Snively.
You've got competition now, for sure". Zenobia wiggled and jiggled her way to
the front of the class, her top button giving up the uneven struggle as she
walked out the door. *************************************** A couple of days
later, Corrina and Ashley were standing by their lockers as the new, enlarged
Zenobia breezed by. She had Scott Brandon by the arm, and Jessica Snively in
adoring attendance behind her. Zenobia saw her old friends standing in the hall.
She waved to them and passed on by. "I wonder what gives with her?", asked
Ashley. Corrina snorted. "I guess she's outgrown us!" Later that afternoon,
Corrina found herself in a Monroe Jr. High cheerleader uniform, trying out for
the squad. In the middle of basketball season, Cindy Bouwer had come down with
mononucleosis and had left her spot on the squad vacant. About twelve girls were
trying out for the spot, and Corrina took her place on the bench between Tamika
Wilson and Jan Van Dam. Jan Van Dam leaned over to Corrina. "Hey, Corrina", she
asked, "you stuffing? If you are, its not gonna do you any good". "What do you
mean, stuffing?", replied Corrina indignantly. "I aren't even wearing a bra
today!" Corrina wondered what Jan had meant by that remark. She looked down at
the front of her borrowed cheerleader's sweater and saw what looked like two
little knobs poking their way out against the heavy fabric of the sweater. The
uniform sweater was a blue V-neck with a white 'M' on the chest, and a white
V-collar and cuffs. The girls wore white skirts and socks with them, and carried
blue and white pom-poms. Corrina reached her hand up to her chest to brush off a
stray piece of pom-pom that had lodged there, and found, to her de- light and
surprise, that she had grown a substantial amount of chest tissue. She looked
over at the other girls. None of them was particularly large, but they weren't
as flat-chested as Corrina was, or had been until just then. She didn't know
where the extra tit had come from, but she was thankful for it anyway,
especially at this crucial moment. 'Blue and white! fight! fight! Blue and
white! Fight! Fight!' The candidates were starting their routines now under the
watchful eye of Mrs. Prince, the cheerleading advisor. Corrina watched the first
two girls go through the movements, until she felt something tugging at her
sweater. Her sweater had worked its way up, and was now riding above Corrina's
waist. When she tried to pull it back into place, she noticed with horror that
her breasts, which had been practically non-existent that morning, were now two
orange-sized mounds jiggling and bouncing away merrily under her borrowed
sweater. Their growth had bunched the sweater up in front, pulling the bottom of
it up over the top of her skirt. Corrina pulled her pom-poms over her
oddly-expanding chest as the third girl got up to cheer. While she was
performing, Corrina did a little investigating. She was definitely growing. She
could feel her breasts push against the sweater as they grew. She began to
sweat. There were only four girls ahead of her now. Lowering her pom-poms, she
snuck a peak. Yup, she was bigger, all right. Between a B- and a C-cup from the
looks of things. The sweater had not been made for a full-chested girl, and it
was being pulled all out of shape by Corrina's exuberantly expanding boobs. The
third girl sat down and the fourth girl got up to start her routine. Corrina sat
in the stands with her pom-poms pressed tightly against her chest, repeating the
phrase 'Stop growing! Stop growing!' to herself like a mantra. Corrina's tits
weren't listening to her. By the time the fourth girl sat they had ballooned to
the size of large grape- fruit, and Corrina's sweater had ridden up past her
navel, ex- posing most of her midriff. She tried to pull the fringe of the
sweater back down, but this had the effect of pushing her big new tits up
through the V-neck, exposing an imposing amount of newly sprouted cleavage. The
girl next to Jan Van Dam got up to cheer, and Corrina wished she could find a
hole she could crawl into. She had real knockers by now, and pretty soon, the
pom-poms wouldn't be able to hide them. She could feel the back of the sweater
pull tight against her back as her growing, swelling tits pushed against the
front, pudging out through the V-neck on the top. By the time Jan got up to
cheer, Corrina's sweater was little better than a halter top across her
furiously expanding boobs. The sleeves had worked their way up to her elbows,
and she had about six inches of cleavage poking through the top of the sweater.
The 'M' on the front of the sweater was practically un- readable, as it had been
stretched across the vast expanse of Corrina's expanding breasts. Jan Van Dam
sat down. "Your turn", she said to Corrina. There was a collective gasp as
Corrina stood up to start her routine. Her breasts had exploded to the size of
twin basket- balls, and the bottoms were showing beneath the tormented sweater.
Corrina was jiggling like a bowl of Jello as she began her routine. "Blue and
white! Fight! Fight!", she yelled, jumping and raising the pom-poms over her
head. Her now-enormous breasts heaved skyward as well, only marginally
restrained by the over-stuffed sweater. "Blue and White! Fight! Fight!" As she
landed, it took her tits an extra second to stop their downward motion and
return to their original position. "Who fights?" Corrina thrust the pom-poms to
the left, and was nearly knocked off balance as her big titties swung with her,
continuing in the same arc well after she had stopped turning. "We fight". She
repeated the same performance on the right, almost losing her footing as the
unfamiliar mass of her newly- grown boobs pulled her too far into the circle.
Corrina thrust the pom-poms over her head and gave on more leap. "Blue and
White! Fight! FIGHT!" There was a tremendous ripping sound, and the armpits of
the sweater gave way. Cor- rina's immense breasts exploded out of their
restraint and in- to the faces of the astounded girls. "Ohmigod", shrieked
Corrina, and she tried to grab them. They were too big now for her small hands
to do anything but agitate them further. She ran screaming for the shower room.
Watching the performance of Corrina's breasts, clearly visi- ble from behind,
Jan Van Dam turned to Tamika Wilson. "We might as well go home now. I think
Corrina's made the squad, if only she can support her team!"
****************************** The shower room was full of squealing, naked
eighth- grade girls, all with one idea in mind, that of hiding their
inadequacies. The cause of this mass complex was evident. Three extremely
well-endowed young girls stood like royalty in the center of the shower room.
They were laughing and joking, completely oblivious to the psychological
devastation they were causing around them. One girl, as equally unspectacular as
her mates, showered calmly. She was more resentful than envious. Ashley stared
at Corrina, Zenobia, and Jessica in the center of the shower room. Jessica was
the smallest. Her breasts were about the size of cantaloupes, but they were
capped with the most delicate pink little nipples, about the size of Pez
lozenges. She had almost no areola whatever. Zenobia had a great
volleyball-sized pair of dusky breasts. She was lathering them up now, and the
suds dripped off her plump, brown D-battery-sized nipples onto the floor of the
shower room, and down the drain. The largest of them all was her old friend
Corrina, whose massive basketball-sized knockers with their saucer-sized areole
and shot glass-sized nipples had won her a prized spot on the cheerleading
squad. Attendance at the games, it was rumored, had doubled since she was
installed. Ashley was close enough to hear their conversation. Of course, they
were talking about boys. Jessica had Scott Bran- don back, as Zenobia was now
going out with the quarterback from the senior high football team. Corrina had
been linked with the son of the owner of the local mattress factory, but she was
saying that she had met a young professor from the lo- cal community college,
and was ready to give up on schoolboys for good. Glumly, she walked back to her
locker to dry off. Time was when she would have had a great time laughing and
joking with Corrina and Zenobia, but they moved in wider circles now, propelled
by the astounding growth in their tits. Gently Ashley patted her own 32-AA's
dry, but was surprised in that they seemed, well, fuller than before. Her
breasts were growing. Visibly. She watched as they grew from two little bumps
under her nipples to golf-ball sized spheres, then, like two little water
balloons attached to a water faucet, they swelled and grew until they were the
size of baseballs, then softballs. She was growing, and much faster than had
either Corrina or Zenobia. "Hey! Lookit this!", shouted one girl, "Ashley's
boobs're growing!" Soon there was a small circle of girls crowded into the
narrow space between the rows of lockers, staring at Ashley's tits as they
continued to grow. "Make way, make way", shouted Corrina as she and her two
companions pushed their way through the seething crowd to get to Ashley. Ashley
was as large as Jessica now, and her boobs kept growing until they reached the
bottom of her rib cage. "Hey, Ashley!", shouted Zenobia, "this's great. Now
you're gonna have big tits too! We can all be friends together again!" Ashley
bent over to dry her feet. Her expanding tits slapped against the locker door.
When she stood back up, the girls saw that they reached to her navel, and stuck
out a good foot from her chest. "Why?", she asked, "We were friends before you
all got so big and mighty. Why should the size of our tits matter?" Zenobia
shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know", she replied, "but it does!" Turning too
quickly, Ashley tit-slapped a thin girl who had moved in too close. "Oops,
sorry", she said. She pulled her bra out of the locker and held it up to her
amazing tits. The cups could barely contain Ashley's nipples now, as her growing
mams now reached to her waist, and stood out about twenty inches from her chest.
The girls stood back, giving the rapidly-growing Ashley some room. She draped
the miniscule bra over her now-titanic left tit. "This isn't going to help
much", she said, shaking her head. "Corrina!", Jessica shouted. "Get one of your
cheerleading bras. You're the only one big enough now to help her!" Corrina
disappeared and returned with one of her cavernous brassieres. Ashley bent over.
Her massive new tits reached almost to her knees, and their amazing bulk over-
whelmed even the capacious cups of Corrina's custom-made 34-R bra. "I'm getting
too big!", shouted Ashley. She attempted to stand upright again, and got her
huge breasts wedged between another girl and the lockers. "Help! You're crushing
me! I can't breathe!", gasped the other girl. The crowd of girls pulled on her
arms and legs, and managed to get her free from the prison of Ashley's growing,
chair-sized tits. Ashley managed to work her slowly towards the open space at
the end of the row of lockers. She had to drag her tits along the ground as they
grew. The other girls grabbed hold of her waist, pulling her down the corridor
as her tits grew and it got harder to pull. Finally, with a great crash, one of
the rows of lockers toppled to the ground, and Ashley's mammoth tits popped out
of the narrow corridor. Attempting to drag her bean-bag sized breasts along the
concrete floor, Ashley moved slowly towards the door of the shower room. If she
could only get to the open gymnasium, she thought, she wouldn't have to worry
about being stuck again. Grasping her purpose, the girls all pitched in and
helped. There was only the double doors now standing between Ashley's
now-couch-sized breasts and freedom. Struggling and straining, ten or twelve
girls to a breast, they managed to get Ashley to the doorway. They found it
impossible to get Ashley through the door in one push, so they pulled one Aero
star-sized breast through first, then all of them hopped through the rapidly
closing opening, and pushed Ashley's other mammoth breast through the door. The
girls dressed rapidly, eager to see how much bigger Ashley was going to get.
Ashley had finally stopped growing, but she lay flat on her back, with her
truck-sized tits on either side of her. Zenobia put her hand on her old friend's
nipple. It was larger than a rolled up sleeping bag, about three feet long and
two feet wide. Corrina's bra had been trapped under the growing girth of Jenny's
breasts, and had been dragged from the shower room out onto the gym floor by the
girls' efforts. Corrina picked it up. It looked like a Barbie doll bra next to
Ashley's mam- moth mams. Suddenly, Ashley shot straight up into the air, as if
she had been lifted by an invisible hand. Her Peterbilt-sized tits dragged
across the floor, even though she was twenty feet in the air. The girls watched
in disbelief as she rose higher and higher, crashing through the gymnasium wall
on the south side, leaving a room-sized hole. The girls filed out of the
gymnasium just in time to see Ashley and her huge tits land in a strange brown
mound which had magically appeared in the center of the Monroe Jr.High foot-
ball field. "Phew!", exclaimed one girl, "I can smell it form here!" "Where did
all that dog-shit come from?", remarked another. "They must have had every dog
in the city shitting for a month to make that mound!" ************************
Ashley was removed from the mound of dog-shit by a crane from the city
electrical utility, and taken to a hospital warehouse on a double wide flat bed
truck. She disappeared from the hospital mysteriously, and rumor was that she
had been kidnapped by a rich Greek shipping magnate, who kept her hid- den on
his Astrodome-sized estate on an island in the Caribbean. It was heard that she
regained partial mobility using a special motorized dolly he had built for her.
By the ninth grade, Jessica had filled out a little more, but she never came
close to rivaling Zenobia or Corrina. The three of them were cheerleaders, of
course, and homecoming court members all the way through junior high and high
school. Corrina, true to her word, had stopped dating anyone under twenty-five
by the time she was in the ninth grade. One day, though, she broke her rule and
went out with a very confident- acting boy from her sophomore geometry class.
She let him talk her into the back seat, and as she basked in the attention he
paid to her generous breasts, she noticed the odd little carving he had mounted
on his dashboard. It was a little old man, wearing a six-pronged crown with a
little jewel at each the end of each horn. His face was hid- den, as he was bent
over, supporting an enormous dick with both hands. Corrina sighed happily and
opened her shirt... *********************************************************
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