Derek and Kevin discover the long-lost magic of Desmond Horace, and quickly learn to use it. They also learn that playing with magic can be a dangerous game indeed.
Derek slipped the disk into the drive and turned back to his friend. “Remember how I told you I was onto something really big? I've been doing a little more research into that guy Desmond Horace--”
“I don't believe this! You still think that guy was a wizard?” Kevin rolled his eyes. "Just think, I could have been doing something useful with my time." Derek and Kevin, both juniors in high school, had been friends since early childhood so Kevin had actually become quite accustomed to Derek's odd little plots.
“This is useful. And since you're my friend, and I couldn't have done this without you, I'll keep you in the loop on this. But you have to promise to keep it a secret!”
“Sure.” Kevin sat down, wondering why he ever let himself get involved in Derek’s obsession. He looked around the room; it was in the usual state of disarray, which had only gotten worse since Derek had latched on to this particular pursuit. He'd always been interested in the supernatural, but this time it had gotten out of hand.
It had all started at the Horace family auction. Derek had dragged him there, hoping to get a deal on some antiques that they could sell and make a bundle. When a shabby looking trunk went up for bidding, Derek felt some compulsion to get it.
“Who knows what could be inside?” he'd said. Kevin hadn't been interested, so Derek put up a hundred bucks, almost every cent he had to his name, to buy it.
Turns out, Derek hit the jackpot. You see, the trunk hadn't belonged to the recently deceased Archibald Horace, but to his grandfather, Desmond Horace, who kicked off in the late 1800's. Derek found a small jewelry box with jewelry still in it, a few old coins that were probably worth a lot to some collector, and some personal belongings of ol’ Desmond. There was a photo album, a silver whistle (which didn't seem to work), a few pieces of old lab equipment, and his notebook, which was written entirely in code. Derek had been so obsessed with cracking the code that he'd barely looked at the other stuff. He finally cracked it, but figured it would be tedious to do by hand, so he convinced his best friend Kevin (who just happened to type over 150 words per minute), to type up the whole thing into a computer, saying that he'd be in on something “really big.”
Derek had used his program to do the dirty work. The code had been a fairly simple cipher and letter swapping routine, but it had probably been more than adequate since anyone who might have spied on Desmond wouldn't have had the benefit of a computer. How old man Horace had managed to do it in his head was beyond him. Sometimes it paid to be a computer geek, and this time it might pay off in a big way. “Check out the photo album. Especially the wedding picture.”
Kevin opened the trunk and looked for the album. “You still haven't sold any of this jewelry?”
“Sold three rings and a necklace. Got three hundred bucks, but I may have been ripped off. Just check out the photos.”
Kevin flipped through the book. The pictures were old and faded, in that monochrome brown that characterized most photos from the time. Desmond was a fairly good looking man, but from a poor family. His bride was a very slender but rather pretty young woman. “So?”
“That's Juliette Horace, on her wedding day. Flip ahead a few pages.”
He flipped ahead, though various pictures of home and family, but Derek smiled when his friend's jaw dropped and he nearly dropped the book. “Holy moly, who is that?”
“That's Juliette Horace, five years later,” Derek smiled.
“Bullshit!” It was another picture of a couple, and though the man was obviously very well off judging from his clothes, he was definitely Desmond Horace. But his arm was wrapped around the slender waist of a woman who had the most enormous breasts he had ever seen. It took a massive expanse of cloth to cover her huge bosom, which still seemed about ready to burst from the dress. And even with the flared, layered skirt, it was impossible to hide her full hips.
He examined the face closely, flipping back to the wedding picture several times before he could convince himself it was actually the same stick of a woman in the earlier picture. “Oh my God, she exploded!”
“No way that could’ve happened naturally.”
“Yeah but...magic? That’s impossible! For all we know, that’s just padding.”
“I was still pretty skeptical too, til I read some of the stuff from his book.” He shuffled through a stack of computer printouts. “Read this.”
“Let's see... ‘After lengthy experiments, I’ve finally found a way to bind the growth magic to specific objects...’ Wait, this guy really thinks he was doing magic?”
“Look closely at that last picture,” Derek said. “See what's hanging around his neck?”
Kevin squinted. “Looks like a whistle.”
“Looks like this whistle. And it’s not a whistle. It’s one of the objects old man Horace decided to bind some magic to.”
Now Kevin was getting interested. “What kind of magic?”
“The kind that could turn a stick woman into bra busting beauty overnight.” Derek smiled.
“Does it work?”
“That, my friend,” Kevin called out dramatically, “is what we have to find out. And I’m probably going to need your help.”
“I'm in.”
“There’s just one problem,” Derek said. “I’ve been reading through this guy’s lab notes, which are pretty cryptic even when decoded, and the best I can figure out is that this thing works, but exactly how it works and what it can do, I don’t know.”
Kevin raised an eyebrow. “What?”
“Ok, here’s what you need to know for now. See this jewelry?” he pointed to the open jewelry box, and Kevin nodded. “According to the book, all of it is enchanted in one way or another. But we need to find a girl we can use as a guinea pig so we can figure out how it works. Know any volunteers?” He saw the slight smirk on Derek’s face and knew instantly what was going through his head.
“You want me to ask Linda?”
“Can you think of anyone else who would be open to this sort of thing?”
Kevin shrugged. “OK. But you explain it to her!” Though he tried to hide it, the thought of his Linda being transformed like Juliette Horace was extremely exciting to him.
“Cool. Just get her in here.”
That Friday night, they met in Derek’s room. Linda strode in just ahead of Kevin. She was a slim girl with long black hair. Kevin had assured Derek that she was really very pretty when she tried, but just usually wore no makeup and baggy clothes. Derek explained to her about his magic theory. Linda was Kevin’s girlfriend, and she was into studying abnormal phenomena. Witchcraft, the occult, UFOs, whatever.
“Ok, so she was a late bloomer,” Linda said. “But supernatural?”
Derek showed her the picture. “Whoa!” She stared, gaping. “But what do you need me for?”
“Horace’s notes weren’t all that complete in explaining how these things work. We think they might only work on women, so we wondered...”
“If I’d help you out.” She nodded slowly. “Anything for the advance of science, right?” she smiled.
“Cool. Try on one of the rings.” She did. It was rather plain, just a simple silver band.
“Now what?”
“I dunno. Try to do something.”
Derek was coaching her, trying to get her to focus and try to harness the magic he knew was in that ring. Meanwhile, Kevin was examining the whistle.
“I don't know why you thought this was a whistle,” he said, though nobody was paying attention to him. He turned the tiny tube over in his hands, swung it from its thin chain. “Just one hole in it, and it’s closed off at the end. Can’t even get any air through it, I bet.” He blew into it, though it took a bit of effort, he found that he actually could force some air into it.
Confused, he was searching tube for leaks when Linda screamed.
“What the hell!?”
“What?” Derek and Kevin, in unison.
“The pressure...suddenly I feel this pressure in my stomach...oh God, what’s happening?”
Then it started. It began with a soft hissing sound. Linda’s eyes grew wide as she slowly started rising out of the chair. Her thighs and ass were expanding, pushing her up and filling out her jeans until they were skin tight. “Holy shit, I’m blowing up!” Suddenly her hands clutched her bosom, as it swelled too. Her formerly modest breasts expanded to fill her hands, forcing her fingers apart and straining against her bra underneath. “What’s happening?”
Derek’s jaw dropped. “It’s working!”
Linda continued to swell, her breasts filling out her shirt. Her B cup had expanded past a D in seconds, and showed no signs of slowing. The boys could see she was bulging out of her clearly inadequate brassiere. “You might want to take that bra off --” Kevin's suggestion was interrupted by the soft pop! of Linda’s bra surrendering. And still she continued to swell.
“Derek, stop this!” she hissed through clenched teeth as she felt the pressure building inside her.
“I didn’t start it,” he said, marveling. Her breasts had blown up to the size of melons, her nipples pressing prominently through her shirt. Finally, suddenly, it stopped as the pressure in her stomach relaxed. Linda just sat there gasping, her huge fleshy balloons stretching her shirt out from her tiny frame, which tapered to her still narrow waistline, then flared out dramatically to her newly expanded hips and thighs. She had a perfect, if a bit overdone, hourglass figure.
“Well I know I didn’t do anything--” She squealed. They both turned to look at Kevin.
“Well, I, uh--” he stammered, blushing. “I was just looking at this whistle thinking it doesn’t really look like a whistle so I just tried blowing into it to see if anything would happen and--”
“That’s it! You blew air into it, and it blew air into her!” Derek clapped his hands. “We’re really onto something!”
“That can’t be it, look how big she got! I barely puffed on this thing, I mean just like--”
“No!” Linda shouted too late as Kevin blew on the silver tube again. She felt something building up in her gut again, and she began to swell. Her melon-sized boobs inflated even more, and her already enlarged buttocks burst out of the back of her jeans while her thighs split the seams down the sides of her legs. “Whoooaaaahhh!” Only her t-shirt held on, stretching and straining until the very end, when she heard the popping of the stitches just under her arms.
“Look what you’ve done!” Linda shouted, staring at her absurdly proportioned figure spilling out of her clothes. She looked to be about 60-24-50. “You do know how to fix this, don’t you?”
Derek smiled. “Why would he want to? I think you look great!” Linda scowled at him, but he just shrugged innocently. “Well, you did say you were interested in magic, right?”
“Yeah, but I didn’t think it would work!”
“Neither did I,” Kevin said, marveling at his girlfriend’s new figure.
Derek fidgeted nervously. "Well, I wasn’t sure it would work either. I’ll have to check Horace’s notes to see how to reverse it."
Linda paled. “You mean I’m stuck like this?”
Derek waved his hands. “No no no, I’m sure the answer’s in here somewhere. It’s all on computer, so searching it’ll be easy. I should have the answer by morning.”
Linda turned to Kevin. “Well what do we do now? I can’t go home like this!”
Kevin, who had been staring at her burgeoning bustline for the past few minutes, snapped out of his daze. “My parents are out for the weekend. You can hide out at my place, and Derek can come over in the morning to get you all fixed up.” He tried to sound enthused, since he didn't want her to know that he really preferred her this way and wasn't looking forward to Derek finding the “cure.”
Linda sighed. “Ok, but first I have to find some clothes. I can't go out like this!”
Currently she was clad only in the tattered remains of her t-shirt and jeans that still barely clung to her. “And I’ll hold onto this,” she said, taking the whistle from Kevin and putting it around her own neck. “Just to make sure I don't wind up any bigger.”
Derek’s older brother was a football player, now at college, so they were able to scrounge up a t-shirt that covered her up decently and a pair of sweat pants that just barely fit over her incredibly broad hips. Kevin drove back to his house and, covering Linda up with his jacket, managed to get her into his room without attracting any undue attention. She grabbed a soda from the fridge and made herself as comfortable as possible. She’d spent the night before when his parents were out, but the circumstances had been slightly different.
Later that night, he found her looking at herself in a mirror. He could see the worry in her eyes. “Derek’ll figure out how to change me back, right? He knows what he’s doing? I really don’t want to be stuck like this.”
Kevin had to consciously focus to pay attention to what she was saying. He was staring at her from the side, and was far too caught up in her incredible figure, the large, firm breasts that swelled to the size of basketballs, slightly pointed, topped by fat nipples that stood out through her t-shirt. Her slim waist and flat stomach contrasted beautifully with her wonderfully full hips and buttocks. He felt himself getting aroused. “I, uh, I’m sure he’ll have it all figured out by morning.”
“I hope so. Look at me, I’m a freak! I don’t know how Horace’s wife could have lived like this, and she was even bigger!” The mention of Juliette Horace didn't help Derek’s efforts in suppressing his erection. He put an arm around her shoulder.
“Don't worry, everything’ll be ok.” He was fighting the temptation to fondle the huge, inviting orb just inches from him. “Besides, I don’t think you look so bad...” He immediately bit his tongue as she gave him a strange, questioning look. Linda was normally a rather slender girl, and he did love her so, so he’d never let her know how much he liked voluptuous figures. But it looked like she was figuring it out. She glanced down at him, eying the bulge in his pants and raised an eyebrow. He looked down as he felt his face reddening.
Linda was about to say something, probably something quite stern, but Kevin was literally saved by the bell. The phone rang, and he rushed over to answer it. It was Derek. “Hey, Derek! You got the cure yet?”
“Hiya Kev, just nod and say ‘uh-huh’ every once in a while on your end so Linda thinks we're talking. I have a confession to make.”
“Uh-huh.”
“I knew how to undo the magic before we ever figured out how to do it in the first place.”
“Uh-huh.” He was trying to keep the shock out of his face, not succeeding entirely.
“But I know how much you like your women with curves, so I figured hey now you've got a chance at a really stacked babe without cheating on Linda. You being my best friend and all, I couldn’t deprive you of that! So you can just tell her I’ve found the part that explains how to reverse the swelling, I have a little setting up to do, and she’ll be back to normal by morning. Oh, and I even found the part that explains exactly what happened to Linda. It’s really cool, you’ll just love it!”
“Uh-huh.”
“Y’know, you can ad lib a coupla lines here and there. Makes it sound a little more realistic.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Uh, yeah. Ok, Kevster. You two have fun, I have some scheming to do.” Click.
“What did he say?” Linda asked. She'd been glaring at him through the entire call.
“Derek said he knows how to undo the magic. He'll come over in the morning and undo the magic.”
“Yeah, but morning’s a long ways away. What’ll we do til then?” She approached him slowly, hips swaying, a slight seductive smile on her lips.
“I, uh...” He knew what he wanted to do til morning.
She ran her hands along the sides of full, bulging breasts. “You actually like how I look right now, don't you?”
Kevin could only nod mutely.
Her smile broke into a full grin. “I can’t believe we’ve been dating this long, and I never knew you liked--” she looked down at her unbelievably curvaceous body -- “this type of girl.” She put her arms around him, her pillowy breasts squeezing deliciously against his chest. “But in the morning I’m going to be back to normal.” She sighed and pouted her lips. “What ever can we do to pass the time until sunrise?”
Kevin made a strange gulping sound. Linda almost bit her lip to keep from laughing. If big tits give me this kind of control over him, maybe I won’t have Derek change me back, she thought, just smiling outwardly.
“Well, uh, we could, I mean...” he started to stutter.
“Derek did say that he could undo all this, right?”
“Yeah.”
Linda smiled, pressed even closer to him and whispered in his ear, “Take off your clothes and lay down on the bed.” Kevin nodded and did what as he was told. Linda gawked in surprise when he took off his boxers. She’d never seen him get so hard so fast before. He laid down on the bed.
I think I like this, she thought. Still dressed, she climbed on the bed and straddled him.
She arched her back, thrusting her huge boobs forward. “These big enough for you, dear?”
Kevin nodded. “Oh yeah!”
Linda frowned, looking disappointed. She was really hamming it up, but apparently Kevin was just too horny to notice. “You mean you don’t want me to get any bigger?”
He shook his head frantically. “Yes! I mean, no! I mean--” he cleared his throat and, trying to sound calm, said, “Uh, bigger is good.”
She carefully grasped the whistle that was hanging around her neck and brought it up to her lips. “I thought so. Just stay right there and watch the show.”
She closed her eyes. Slowly, gently, she blew.
She felt the now-familiar buildup in her belly, spreading outward. A gentle pressure filled her breasts, pushing them outward, as her buttocks swelled as well, filling her sweat pants to the limit. She noticed the inflation seemed to favor her front over her backside. By the time the growth stopped, her pants were skin tight, but her breasts had more than doubled in size. The oversized t-shirt had lifted up to expose her still-flat tummy, while her huge, pumped-up tits tested the strength of the fabric.
Linda was just barely able to reach around her boobs. She cradled them in her arms, then slowly peeled off her t-shirt. Freed from their restraint, her tits jiggled slightly as she moved. Her plump nipples swelled up even more as the cool air hit them. She sighed, lazily tracing circles around her puffy, light pink areolas. “Do you like them better now?”
Kevin nodded vigorously.
“Are you ready?”
More vigorous nods. He was hard as a rock, and almost shaking with anticipation.
“Good,” Linda purred. Taking her pants off turned out to be a bit more complicated. As big as her butt had gotten, she had to squeeze her flesh down, slowly wriggling her way out. Finally, she was free. She climbed onto the bed, straddling Kevin's hips, and ever so slowly slid herself down onto him.
Kevin was completely blown away; Linda had never been this aggressive in bed before. He stroked the sides of her enormous boobs and took her left nipple into his mouth, sucking passionately. She moaned softly and continued to ride him, pumping up and down, up and down.
He continued to kiss her marvelous breasts, burying is face in her wonderful mounds of flesh. Linda gazed down at her eager lover, reveling in the control she had over him now. A blissful smile graced her lips as a wicked idea came to her head. Harder and harder she thrust herself down on Kevin's throbbing manhood. Carefully watching his face, she waited until he was right on the verge of orgasm.
Then she stopped.
Kevin's eyes snapped open wide. “Oh God, please don’t stop!” he gasped.
Linda leaned forward, her tits pressing down on Kevin’s chest. Suddenly he found himself buried up to his chin by her soft cushions. She leaned in close to kiss him, to no avail. As much as she tried to squeeze them down, her boobs were just too big, and there was still about a foot of space between their faces. She giggled as she looked down at the huge pillowy masses that separated them. “Do you like my body now?” she purred.
“Yes! It’s wonderful! Let’s keep going now!” he cried breathlessly. He'd been just about to come harder than he ever had in his life when she stopped, and the tension was unbearable.
She reached over him and grabbed hold of the headboard, pulling her plush torso even harder into him. “Be patient, Kevin. I’ll let you come, you just have to do exactly what I say.” It was with a small flash of panic that Kevin realized his whole upper body was pinned underneath Linda's smothering bosom. He couldn’t move.
“Come on Linda, enough’s enough, let me go," he pleaded. He struggled a bit, but couldn't get any leverage.
Linda just grinned. “Tell me you love my great, big tits,” she breathed.
“I love your tits, Linda, they’re incredible, now let go!” He tried bucking his hips, but her enormous thighs kept him pressed down on the bed.
“Tell me I’m beautiful.”
“You’re beautiful Linda, the most beautiful woman in the world. Please, I feel like I’m gonna burst!”
Linda laughed. “You feel like you’re going to burst? I’m the one who’s been blown up here! Come on, you can handle waiting a bit more can’t you?” She slid up and down a bit on him, teasingly. Then she saw the smirk on his face. “What’s so funny, loverboy?”
His smirk widened into a grin. “You. It’s alright, Linda, we can play your way if you want.”
“Now that's more like--” Linda stopped, and the smile slipped from her face as she saw that Kevin was staring at the silver whistle hanging from her neck, dangling just above his chin.
She gasped as he leaned his head forward and took the end of the shining tube into his mouth. She glared at him sternly. “Kevin Allen Norwood, don’t you dare blow into that--”
Kevin sucked in a deep breath and blew. Hard. Linda’s jaw dropped. “I can’t believe you just-- OH!” This time she actually felt her stomach bulge out slightly with the pressure that surged up within her. Kevin even felt her nipples poke harder into his chest as the air rushed into her breasts, making them balloon rapidly. She let go of the headboard and sat up, trying to squeeze down her growing bazooms. “Kevin, look what you’ve done, I’m getting huge!” Her legs and butt filled up, lifting her higher, but her breasts swelled even faster.
Kevin seized the moment, flipping over and reversing their position. Suddenly Linda found herself on her back, and Kevin found himself laying on top of his rapidly inflating girlfriend. Now that he was free, he could tend to the almost painful buildup in his groin. He thrust himself into her over and over.
All the while, Linda’s body continued to inflate. Kevin was buoyed up by thighs that had swollen up wider than his body. Linda’s breasts bulged up to her chin and covered her down past her navel. “Kevin, I’m too big!”
“There’s no such thing,” he grunted as kept right on pumping.
And still, she swelled.
It seemed like the pressure was building up inside Linda’s body. She had started off soft, but was quickly firming up. Her buttocks plumped up into full, firm hemispheres, lifting her lower body and making her arch her back. Kevin lost sight of her face as her tits got bigger and bigger, and her tightening skin pulling them into taut, ivory globes. Atop each of her massive orbs was a nipple the size of his fist. Her puffy areolas had been stretched out so much that they lost definition; they simply faded from her dark pink nipples to a lighter pink that blended into the rest of her skin. For Linda it was an incredible blend of new feelings, the pressure filling her, the sensation of her entire body quivering and jiggling as Kevin repeated drove his cock into her.
“Oh God, Kevin, it’s too much!” Her voice was slightly muffled. If the inflation didn’t stop soon, she'd be smothered by her own breasts. But Kevin was lost in his own spiraling passion, almost oblivious to the extent of Linda’s condition. “The pressure! Oh, Kevin..I’m..I’m gonna...OOHHH!" Kevin joined her in a final cry of ecstasy as they came together explosively. Drained, Kevin let his body go limp, burying his face in the vast canyon of Linda's cleavage.
“Wow,” he gasped. He pulled himself off of her, then stepped back and stood in awe at Linda's condition. Her breasts were simply enormous, covering her entire torso and spreading out wider then the bed. He could see her hands just barely sticking out from under them. They rose and fell slightly as Linda drew deep, exhausted breaths underneath them. He walked around her left boob to see the look on her face. She smiled as she saw him come into view.
She glanced down at herself. “So you really think there's no such thing as too big?”
“Welllll,” he said, “any bigger than this might be.”
She laughed. “You son of a bitch, you better hope Derek can get me back to normal, or so help me God I’ll smother you to death.”
He leaned down and kissed her. “I can't think of any way I’d rather go.”
Derek whistled softly to himself as he schemed away. Earlier that morning, he'd gone to Kevin's house to get Linda deflated back to normal. Well, almost normal. In the end she'd chosen to keep a few of her added inches. But she was rather ticked off that Derek hadn't just told her how to deflate. It was as simple as squeezing the ring and twisting it a certain direction. It had taken almost half an hour (Derek was quite surprised at how big she'd been blown up), but she was down to a more realistic size. Most of her clothes would still fit acceptably enough now, but she had mentioned something about shopping for new bras. In the meantime, Derek had read a large portion of Horace's lab notes and journals. He'd let Kevin and Linda hold on to the ring and the whistle. Once he'd waded through a portion and understood what Desmond Horace had been doing, he realized he wouldn't be needing them.
"Damn, this guy was a genius," Derek thought as he gazed on the ruby ring which sat sparkling in its case. It was simple, yet elegant; quite beautiful, but not so large that a woman couldn't wear it all the time, as was intended. Apparently most of the magic devices had been made in pairs. The silver whistle matched up with the silver ring, with most of the control being in the whistle. It was purely by luck that they'd discovered the right combination. But this ring in particular had been mentioned several times in Horace's writings. The ruby was Juliette Horace's favorite gemstone, and he'd made it as an anniversary present. From the way he'd written about it, it had a very special meaning to him as well. Derek assumed it was because it was one of the last pieces that Horace enchanted, and all of the later pieces had been made without partners. The effect and the control came from the ring, so they wouldn't have any accidental inflation, like what happened with Linda.
"But that could be fun, too," Derek thought. No, there would be no mishaps this time; unlike most of the collection, this piece actually had instructions on its use in Horace's notes. But what he'd read about this ring implied that it was special, and very powerful. Perfect for Valerie. He put the ring in his pocket.
He could hardly keep his mind focused on class that day. Thank God it's Friday. At lunch he was deliberately mysterious when he told her he had something special to give her, and she wouldn't believe what it was. After school they drove up to a secluded spot in the hills. It was a popular makeout spot at night, but nobody was likely to be there in the afternoon. They sat down together in the shade. Derek had been careful to choose a spot where they wouldn't be easily seen if anyone happened to wander by.
"So what is it you've been dying to show me all day?" she asked him. She tossed back her long blonde hair and flashed him that smile she knew drove him crazy.
He took the ring out of his pocket. "Do you believe in magic?"
"No," she shrugged.
Derek grinned. He knew this, of course, or he wouldn't have asked Kevin to get Linda to try the first experiment. "Well today I'll make a believer out of you."
She laughed softly. "I really doubt it, but you can try."
He leaned in closer. "What would you say if I told you this ring had the power to make you...voluptuous?"
"Ha! That would take a minor miracle!" She looked down at her slim frame. It wasn't that she lacked feminine curves, it was just that Valerie had always been quite thin. Her body was slender and athletic, and while she liked how she looked she realized that some men, Derek included, preferred a more provocative shape. "You're saying that ring can change how I look?"
"That's exactly what I'm saying."
Valerie shook her head. "Now way!"
"Wanna bet?" Derek immediately regretted saying it.
"You're on! If this 'magic ring' of yours doesn't work, then you have to take me out to dinner at The Vista!"
Ouch. The Vista was very fancy, very upscale, and very expensive. It wasn't until that moment that Derek entertained the thought that the ring might not work as Horace had written, since he'd never actually tested it. The money he'd made selling some of the other jewelry could cover the cost of dinner. Probably. Well I'm already in this, I might as well make the most of it.
"Ok, but if it does work, then I get to make you look however I want."
"Done! So I guess there's just one question left," she smirked.
"What's that?"
"Do we get a table inside the restaurant, or on the balcony." She extended her hand.
Derek took a breath and slipped the ring onto her finger. "Actually, I think there's an even better question."
"And what's that?"
He said a little prayer in his head as he pressed down on the ruby and twisted the ring to the right. He was rewarded by a soft hissing sound and an utterly astonished expression on Valerie's face. "Do you want a figure like Dolly Parton, or should I make you really big?"
Valerie gasped as she felt a soft pressure building in her bosom. Derek looked her over; she was wearing a long, loose skirt that wouldn't present any problems, but her blouse would become far to confining in a little while. "I guess I should have told you wear loose clothes today."
"What's happening?" Her breasts swelled up into two small mounds, then bulged out, straining against her bra. She began to rise up slowly as her buttocks filled with gas as well. "I'm -- I'm blowing up!"
"Yes. Yes you are," Derek replied, flatly.
Although her skirt hid it for the most part, Valerie could feel her legs plumping up, her hips pushing outward. Her bra slid up over her breasts, which surged out to the size of twin volleyballs. "But -- how?"
"I told you, it's magic." Derek looked on, delighted.
"How do you stop this?" The buttons on her blouse were being pulled apart as her soft white flesh bulged out of the spaces between them.
Derek shook his head. "Remember our bet? If it works, I get to change you however I want. And this - -" he gestured at her inflating form, "looks like it's working."
The middle button on her blouse popped open, exposing part of expanding bosom. She reached around to start undoing the others. "Just how big do you want me get?"
Derek grinned. "Bigger."
Valerie finished unbuttoning, and her huge orbs spilling out into the open air, jiggling gently. Her delicate pink areolas had stretched out to several inches across. Her nipples, greatly swollen by the pressure within, thrust forward perkily, and as loose as her skirt was, her inflating butt was starting to make it feel rather snug. "My God, Derek! I knew you liked big curves, but isn't this enough?" The hissing was barely audible, but to Valerie it sounded like a hurricane. She was starting to look quite concerned, so Derek relented.
"Ok, I guess this'll do." He took her hand and twisted the ring. "So do you believe in magic now?"
She gently squeezed her breasts. It was hard to believe that such an enormous bosom could be her own, but the feeling of her fingers pressing against her distended flesh confirmed it. Holy shit, I really have blown up. "It looks like I don't have a choice. How on earth is this possible?"
He explained about Desmond Horace, his fascination with altering the female form, and the ring. "Like I said, it's magic."
"So I can get bigger just by twisting the ring?"
"Yup," Derek nodded.
"And do I get smaller if I twist it the other way?" she asked hopefully.
Derek kissed her on the cheek. "You're such a smart girl. Just be careful and don't let anyone else mess with the ring. It's powerful magic, so I tend to show it a lot of respect."
She cupped her hands under her breasts. "Oh, I respect it alright." She reached for the ring and was about to turn it when Derek interrupted her.
"You're not in that big a hurry to get back to normal, are you?" He slipped a gentle arm around her.
Valerie smiled. "I guess not."
As it turned out, Valerie stayed inflated for quite a while longer that day...
The next few weeks were a dream come true for Derek. Once Valerie became accustomed to the idea of magic, they had quite a bit of fun with various types of inflation. But it all came to an end abruptly one Saturday night.
Derek picked up the phone. "Hello?"
"Hey Derek, it's Kevin."
"What's up?"
"Well, you know that spot up on Jackson Hill, the one that nobody knows about, real secluded, incredible view --"
"Yeah, the one that you and Linda go to to make out a lot. Never been there, but I've heard of it."
"Well, uh," Kevin stammered, "it looks like somebody else knows about it."
"Wouldn't surprise me. Just a matter of time before some other horny couple runs across it. I've been thinking about taking Valerie up there sometime."
"Um, I'm not sure how to say this Derek..."
Derek sat upright in his chair. "What's going on, Kev?"
"Me and Linda were coming down from there, and we saw Valerie heading up with another guy," he blurted out.
Derek felt a chill creep up his spine. "No, you musta made a mistake, it had to have been someone else."
"No, it's definitely her. Derek, I'm really sorry --"
"No!" he shouted. "You've gotta be wrong! And if you're wrong, there's no reason for me to worry, and if you're right, well -- then I can handle this later!" He was about to slam the phone down when a second chill crept into his thoughts, memories of a passage in Desmond Horace's journal. "Kevin? Are you still there?"
"Yeah?"
"Get over here, fast! You've got to take me up to that spot on Jackson Hill!"
"Derek, I think that'd be a really bad idea --"
"You don't understand, this could be pretty serious..."
It had all started as an innocent little romp, some harmless fun. Valerie had pumped herself up a bit (okay, maybe it was more than a bit) and went shopping to see what kind of attention she'd draw. And her pneumatic hourglass figure certainly attracted a lot of attention. Then she ran into Andrew. Blonde, tan, gorgeous, and several years her senior, she was immediately drawn to him. He also a had thing for voluptuous women, and no problems with dating a woman who was already involved. And after about a week of seeing him on the sly, she divulged how she'd acquired her endowments. But he was still quite skeptical.
"You can really make yourself bigger?" he'd asked, eyebrow raised.
Valerie had just nodded and sipped her drink.
"Show me."
"Not here, Andy!" she giggled, glancing around the restaurant. "We'd have to go someplace more private."
"I know just the place."
So that night they took his car up Jackson Hill, turning onto a secluded dirt road that took them to small clearing that was surrounded by densely packed trees on all sides. The path that led into the clearing was almost completely concealed by brush, and Valerie would have missed it entirely if she hadn't been following Andrew.
"So," he said, taking her by the hand, "show me this little secret of yours."
Valerie turned to him. "You're holding it."
"What?" he said, dropping her hand.
"No, not my hand, silly! It's the ring. It's magic."
Andrew laughed out loud. "Y'know, you don't have to make up some wild story to get me to take somewhere secluded."
"You don't believe me?"
Andrew shook his head. "I don't believe in magic. It belongs in fairy tales, and that's pretty much where it stays."
A sly grin came over Valerie's face. "How about a little wager? How much are you willing to bet that this ring isn't magic?"
Andrew laughed and shook his head, still not believing. Ok, if she wants to play this game, I can play along. "How about dinner at The Vista?" Valerie had mentioned several times that she'd wanted to dine there.
Valerie's face lit up. "Wonderful!"
"Hold on there. What if it isn't magic?"
Valerie licked her lips, sliding her hand down along the curve of her hip. "Then I guess I'll have to make it up to you with what I have. But I'm not too worried about that." She looked herself over, trying to judge how much room she had in her clothing. Her blue stretch pants would have quite a bit of give to them, but her blouse might present a bit of problem. Oh, no matter, Valerie thought. She'd bought these clothes to wear while 'enhanced', so they were a bit oversized to begin with. She brought her hands together and gently twisted the ring.
Andrew's jaw dropped as he saw Valerie's already generous figure start to fill out even more. With a soft hissing noise, her legs and hips puffed up a bit, but Andy's attention was focused on Valerie's bosom. Her bountiful breasts swelled even more, pulling her blouse tight across her chest. He caught tantilizing glimpses of pink lace and ivory cleavage peeking out between the buttons. But just as it look as though the garment might pop open, Valerie twisted the ring again, stopping the show.
"Are you convinced?" she purred, her finger absently tracing circles on the side of one of her enormous boobs.
"I, uh, I'm convinced!"
"Then we're going to the Vista?"
"I'll make the reservations tomorrow." Andrew was only distantly aware of what he was saying, almost memerized by the incredible sight he'd just witnessed. "Is that as big as you can get?"
Valerie rolled her eyes. "Men! Big is never big enough!" Then she smiled invitingly and offered her hand. "Go ahead and try it, just twist the ring." A tingle spread through her hand as Andrew slowly twisted. He jumped as Valerie's copious endowments began to shrink away. "No, no, no! Twist it the other way!" He obeyed, and Valerie began to grow again. Bigger and bigger she swelled, her hips widening as her butt grew out behind her. Her pants clung skin tight to her massive curves, while her blouse teetered on the brink of splitting open, straining to contain its expanding load. Finally, one of her buttons gave out, shooting off with a loud snap and bouncing off of Andrew's chest.
"Ow! Those things are dangerous!" But he couldn't suppress a soft laugh.
"Then maybe this is big enough," Valerie said. Andy looked a bit disappointed as she stopped the growth once again. "For safety. It's all fun and games until someone loses an eye, right?" She smiled. Her bust had started to spill out of the gap left by the deceased button, revealing a swath of the lacy pink that made up her voluminous brassiere. Andy had wondered where she'd found one that size to begin with, and now her inflated breasts were practically bursting out of it, threatening to tear it to shreds. And her waist was looked provocatively slim set atop her enormously fleshed out hips and thighs.
"I guess we'll have to find another way to get those buttons undone then," he murmured as he took her into his arms. Her body pressed marvelously against his, her plush curves molding to him as he leaned in and touched his lips to hers. He felt Valerie press tighter and tighter to him.
"Mmmmff! Stop!" Valerie abruptly pushed him away.
"What's wrong?"
"Look!"
Andy now noticed what Valerie had most likely realized immediately. Although he had to strain to hear the hissing, it was obvious that Valerie was swelling up more. The stitches in her pants began to rip, and Andy jumped aside just in time to dodge a runaway button. Even more of her burgeoning flesh was exposed, her breasts steadily expanding. Then, as suddenly as it started, the surge of growth ended.
"What was that?" she gasped. Her voluptuous body had plumped out to almost comical proportions.
"You tell me, you're the one with the magic ring," Andy grinned. He put his arms around her again, although it was a bit more difficult to reach now. "I'm sure it's nothing to worry about."
Valerie paused. She didn't hear or feel anything happening. "You're probably right." She gazed deeply into his eyes. "Now where were we?"
But as soon as their lips touched, Valerie felt a sharp tingling on her ring finger. She pushed Andrew away again, but already felt a wave of pressure building inside her.
"What, again? What's wrong?" Andy asked, annoyed.
Valerie didn't bother to answer. And a moment later, as her already ludicrously full hourglass figure became even more pronounced, an answer became unnecessary. Her bra finally gave out with a massive pwoof!, taking half of the remaining buttons on her blouse with it. It hung limp and useless at her sides as her enormous boobs swelled outward. The stitches in her pants could take no more of the punishment inflicted by her ballooning buttocks, dying out one at a time with high-pitched snaps. By the time this surge passed, Valerie was quite literally half out of her clothes. "What's happening to me?"
"You're getting bigger," Andy marveled, intently staring at her full, well-padded hips and deliciously overfilled bosom. "It happened both times I kissed you."
Valerie tried twisting the ring to shrink herself back down. Nothing happened, twisting in either direction. She tried pulling it off, but somehow it stayed firmly fixed to her finger. The only person who knew anything about the ring was Derek, and she'd have a hell of a time explaining this to him. No, it wouldn't be that hard. I was playing with the ring, planning something special for you dear, and somehow I got a little carried away, and now I'm stuck this big. Sure, I can talk my way out of this one. "I think we should go now."
"Come on, Valerie." He approached, placing a hand on her left breast. It was surprisingly firm, much more so than he would expect, considering how massive it was. He gently stroked the taut skin. "We're just getting started here. I think it's kinda neat having my own living blow-up doll to play with." Though he had to maneuver around her enormous bust a bit, he tried to lean in for another kiss.
"I don't think that's a good idea, Andy."
"You know what they say, third time's the charm."
"They also say three strikes and you're out...Andy!"
He kissed her.
"I think that was a stop sign." Kevin was unable to keep the tremor out of his voice. Why on earth did I let him drive?
"The red ones are optional, didn't you know?" Derek was driving like a maniac, and Kevin still wasn't completely sure why.
"What's going on? Do you think catching her in the act is going to make you feel any better?"
"This isn't about me, dammit! It's about the ring."
Kevin raised an eyebrow. "What about it?"
"This one is different from most of them. The one Linda has is controlled by the whistle. Desmond Horace was a bit ticked because his wife Juliette would only let him blow her up so big. But Horace wore the whistle around his neck because he was worried his wife might use it on her own while he was away -- for another man."
"He didn't trust her?"
"He thought she had started being unfaithful to him shortly after he'd inflated her figure. He sounded pretty paranoid in his journal, and after a while even he thought he was being irrational. So to show that he really did trust her, he gave her a new ring that she could control."
"The same one you gave to Valerie?"
"The same. But he discovered that Juliette actually was seeing another man behind his back. And once she was able to control her shape on her own, she apparently didn't mind busting a few corsets for him, if you get my drift. Which way do we take from here?"
"Turn right, onto the dirt road. So Juliette betrayed Desmond, and now Valerie betrays you. That still doesn't explain why you're trying to turn us into road kill."
"Horace flew into a rage when he found out. He cursed the ring so that if the wearer were ever unfaithful it would -- malfunction."
"Malfunction? What sort of malfunction?"
"I don't know. It might just stop working and turn Valerie back to her normal self. Or --"
"Or?"
"Or I'd better hurry, or Valerie might have some big problems on her hands. Among other things."
Andy reached around Valerie as best he could, holding her to him as she started to balloon out again, tearing the remains of her clothes apart. It became more and more of a struggle has her enormous breasts began to push him away. Valerie tried break away, but was shocked when her arms started to puff up along with the rest of her. In just a few moments she was almost completely immobile, unable to put up a struggle. Andy stepped back to admire his handiwork as the inflation slowly tapered off and finally stopped.
"Wow." Valerie stood before him, her legs stiffly swollen from her ankles all the way up to her hugely inflated hips and butt. Her waist had remained almost entirely unaffected, making her midsection look cinched compared to the rest of her billowing form. Sausage-like arms stuck almost straight out from puffed up shoulders, and her breasts -- Andy was speechless. They were simply enormous. Valerie's massive orbs stretched out farther than even the width of her hips, and they bulged up enough that they were beginning to obscure her face. Her soft pink nipples had been pumped up to several times their normal size, yet they still looked tiny on the vast expanse of her bosom.
Valerie, however, was not so impressed. "Oh my God, look at what you've done to me!"
"I'm looking," Andy gasped. "I guess there's a whole lotta magic in that ring."
"What am I gonna do? How the hell am I gonna get back to normal?"
Andy gently patted her firm, full butt. "Now why would we want to do that? I think I like having a super-curvy girlfriend."
Valerie was fuming. "Andy, help me, now!" she hissed through clenched teeth. "I can't stay all blown up like this!"
Andy sighed. "I guess you're right, I can't just let you stay like this."
"Good. Now let's see if we can figure out how to --"
"I think we should see just how big you can get," he said, an evil grin spreading across his face.
Valerie went pale. She tried to waddle away from him, but only managed scoot a few inches at a time. It wasn't any trouble at all for Andy to walk around behind her and push her forward. Valerie slowly teetered forward, drifting down until she bounced lightly on her own cushions. Andy went around in front of her. "I think I've got this figured out. Every time I kiss you, you get bigger. So..."
"Andy, don't you dare --"
She felt the tingling on her finger and the surge of pressure building even before their lips touched. It felt different this time. Valerie's midsection finally fell victim to the ring's magic, her flat belly starting to bulge out. She could feel the air rushing about her stomach like a whirlwind, distending her body more and more. Her breasts had gotten so big, they were half lifting both herself and Andy off of the ground. Fortunately, he decided that Valerie had had enough after only a few seconds of this.
Unfortunately, the ring had other plans.
Suddenly, Andy began thrashing about, struggling and trying to push away. But somehow their mouths were stuck together, and he was unable to break free. Then Valerie felt the pressure inside her soar, her skin pulling tighter and tighter. What the hell is going on? her mind screamed.
Then the air started rushing out of her.
And into Andy.
It happened so quickly, Valerie just saw the shock and fear in his eyes, then half a moment later heard the popping and ripping as his clothes practically exploded off of his expanding body. In seconds he swelled up full and round; it was like one of those slowed down films of a car airbag inflating. He became lighter as he grew bigger, and by the time he became unstuck from Valerie, is body was just an enormous balloon with just enough buoyancy for him to start drifting skyward. Now that they had separated, he could speak again.
"Help! Valerie, help me!" he shrieked as he floated past her. Luckily for Andy, he got caught by branches of a tree.
"Sorry, Andy, I've got my own problems down here." The rushing air inside her hadn't stopped when they'd stopped kissing, and wasn't even slowing down. The ring was still inflating her, filling her up bigger, rounder, tighter... "Andy, it's not stopping!" Her belly had surpassed her bust, her swollen body engulfing her plump limbs.
"Uh oh," Andy said, "There's someone coming."
"Maybe...whoever it is...can help...us," Valerie gasped.
"This is the place, Derek," Kevin called. "We should find 'em -- holy shit!"
Derek came up behind him. He hadn't been sure what would happen if Horace's curse were to take effect, but it was clear now that the old man didn't mess around. He could only assume that the eight-foot wide fleshtone balloon caught in the nearby tree was the man who had stolen Valerie from him. As for Valerie herself, she was already quite a bit larger, and still growing by the look of it. Her body was an enormous globe, her distended boobs forming two huge swells on its surface. Her hands and feet protruded, but were slowly disappearing as she expanded. As he walked closer, he saw her tiny blonde head turn toward him.
"Derek?"
"Hello, Valerie." He wasn't quite sure how to feel. On the one hand, he had just caught his girlfriend with another man. On the other hand, it looked like they had both paid for their transgression and then some. And on the other hand, he was just awestruck by how big she was. "Looks like you went a little overboard with the ring."
"Derek, help me, I'm still blowing up!"
"Yes, you are," he nodded, still in shock.
"Derek, please, I'm gonna pop!" Indeed, her body was making strained groaning and creaking noises as her skin started to flush to a pinkish color.
"Uh, Derek," Kevin said, "I think you'd better figure out a way to stop this or...or we'd better get the hell outta here before she blows."
Derek finally snapped out of his daze. "Don't worry, Kevin. Just help me roll her so I can see her face to face."
"Can do." Kevin went around behind her to push. He was alarmed at how taut her skin was, without an inch of give to it.
"Hurry!" Valerie wailed. The groaning sound was getting louder, and her hands had completely disappeared, overwhelmed by her burgeoning flesh. Finally, she came eye to eye with Derek. "What are you going to do?"
Derek sighed, cradling her face in his hands. "I'm going to kiss you goodbye."
"What? Derek, no!"
As their lips touched for what he knew would be the last time, he felt her cheeks puff up beneath his hands, her lips filling to incredible plumpness, then finally...
He was rewarded by a loud hissing from Valerie's body as the air slowly started to leak out of her. She heaved a sigh of relief as they parted. "Thank you, Derek."
He patted her lightly on her still plump cheek. "Goodbye, Valerie." He took the ring from her hand as soon as it came back into view. "C'mon Kevin, let's go."
"Wait!" Andy shouted from the trees. "What about me?"
Derek waved his hand in dismissal. He turned the ring in his hand slowly as he walked back to the car with Kevin.
"You alright, Derek?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'll be fine. Only problem is, now I have a ring and no girl to give it to."
"Don't worry, ol' pal. I'm sure you'll find someone."
"Yeah. Hey, I wonder if Jill's seeing anyone right now."
"That girl from your chem class? A bit skinny up top for your tastes, isn't she?"
Derek opened the car door and smiled. "She is now..."