Fool for a Day

disclaimer: well i meant to have this finished and out by april 1st (1997). why? well, it's related to that day. now on another note, i've noticed a trend. i tend to write short stories, of just a few pages. why? i just do. i notice other authors write epics. yet, they are jealous of my lack of long pages. they want to write short stories. i don't get it. short stories are easy. epics are hard. to each their own. well anyway, in the past some have complained that my stories are too short. tough. deal. least if they're bad, you didn't spend as much time reading them. that's what i say. and also, well, there is no and also. train of thought derailed. not a good thing in this profession, if i can call it that. more of a hobby since i'm not paid for this. not that i'm griping, i enjoy writing. it's a learning exercise. humm. where was i? oh yeah, this is supposed to be a disclaimer. well if you've read this much of it already, you'll probably read the story and i won't be able to stop you by saying you have to be over a certain age (i think it's 52) before you can go on. if you didn't read all this, you'll probably skip the story, and are too young to read it anyway (so give it to your parents and have them read it to you). note one day my disclaimer will be longer than one of my stories, and then i will have my revenge.

fool for the day

by munch wolf

her breasts grew real big and popped out of her shirt.

ps. see, it happened. my disclaimer was bigger than the story. the joke's on you.

actually, the story is down here. yes, really.

so on a side note, since i have your attention. know why there are bumps around the nipples? instructions in braille. no seriously, try reading, and keep reading, and reading, and oh that feels so good ....

oh sorry, story time. keep going down, there's one somewhere around here. i swear.

further down.

further.

to the right now, 0h yes. that's it. now rub real hard.

heh, you think there's a story in here don't you.

maybe there is, maybe there isn't.

but you're the one wasting time reading.

ok, all the children should be gone now, scared em off. story time.

molly slammed down her second cup of coffee. she needed to wake up. why did she have to stay up so late last night reading? because you don't have a life, she thought. sigh. she filled the cup up again. she was never going to make it through the day, especially today. she hated the first of the month, business reports were due, and her presentation wasn't prepared. to top it off it was april. she hated april. just warm enough to say spring was almost here, but muddy enough to make it dreary.

she sighed. and the practical jokes, she thought. her coworkers loved practical jokes. on a regular workday, they couldn't get enough of them. today though, she shuddered. she wanted to call in sick, but she couldn't. she needed to give her report, which would be no different than last month's report.

molly sighed again. she hated bureaucracy, life sucked, she wanted to die. no, she didn't. she just needed a vacation, but where to go? it's not as if she really had any friends to visit.

maybe today would be good. maybe they'll decide since it's april first to not play pranks for once, and maybe she'll fall in to another dimension. she sipped the coffee, and then spat it out. sugar! damn, she thought, she forgot the sugar. today was not going to be a good day. she opened her newspaper and looked at her horoscope.

"the fool will play a big part in your day, and things will go your way. beware the rule of three," it read.

gee, sounds promising. of course, one twelfth of the city had the same fortune. she dropped the paper in the wastebasket. why did she even bother? sigh. she reached over to grab the sugar container. it was lighter than usual. she looked inside, then slapped her forehead. she was out of sugar. that's what she was supposed to do last night. go grocery shopping.

she looked at the coffee, and then the sugar container. definitely, time to call in sick. screw the reports. just curl up under the covers. finish the book. ignore the rest of the world. she felt glad that she had a plan, and reached for the phone.

the doorbell rang. in shock, she dropped the phone. it landed in the cat food. little bits of unknown meat clinged to the earpiece. maybe a bus would careen through the living room and strike her dead on the spot. that would make everything easier.

the doorbell rang again.

"coming," she shouted. she had no clue who it was, nor did she really want to know. it was six in the morning. too early for any sensible person to be up, so someone must have started the pranking early. probably one of the neighborhood kids. they were like that. back on halloween when she ran out of candy, after the same[censored]had stopped by her house four times in a row, they egged her car. she sighed. broke the windshield too. why did everything bad happen to her? it's not like she was a bad person. she kept to herself, and never complained, but still never quite fit in. molly opened the door, expecting the worst.

what she saw was a box. a small long box covered in red and green wrapping paper. no people. nothing else. the world was dead, the birds asleep, and the moon just on the horizon inviting the sun to rise. she looked at the box. no note. no word of explanation as to why it was, or how it came to be. just a box. she thought about leaving it there, on her front step, ignoring it, but she'd have to face it when she left. someone was playing a prank. the box was too fancy for the neighbor's kids. the wrapping was a glossy paper. not the cheap stuff used for birthday presents for people you hardly knew. she picked it up, carefully. it didn't explode. it didn't tick. it didn't do any number of things she expected. it just was. how odd?

she closed the door, and walked back inside with her box. the lid and the bottom were wrapped separately, so as to allow it to be easily opened. the paper felt like velvet. it was very odd indeed. it must be a prank, she thought, just someone went to the wrong house. yes, a prank for someone else, only the prank was on them, since they gave it to her. that's stupid. she put the box on the table. i'll open it tomorrow. leave it on the table, and open it tomorrow. it won't be the first, so it won't be a prank. there was a flaw in her logic, but she didn't care. she needed to get ready for work. molly poured the rest of the coffee down the drain, and headed for the shower.

when she returned from the shower, her hair was dripping wet, and shampoo stung her eyes. the pressure for the water had gone out, and she had no way to rinse it. she looked at the table. the box was still there. sitting, beckoning, asking to be opened. she could almost imagine two lips on the side of the box saying, "open me molly, i am your greatest treasure."

she rubbed her eyes. the shampoo stung even more. she screamed in frustration, and put her head in the sink. at least that faucet had some power left, and she was able to clear away most of the shampoo. she rubbed her hair with her towel, and noticed an odd buzzing noise. she looked at the box. no, not that. she looked down, at the cat food bowl. the telephone was still there, making an annoying disconnected sound. she picked it up, and placed it back on the carriage without bothering to clean it. she didn't have time. she looked back at the box. no, she didn't have time. molly dashed off to her room to get changed.

in a few minutes, she managed to make it back in the kitchen. her pantyhose had a rip in them, but they were the only clean pair she could find. her skirt was wrinkled, and so was her blouse. she gave up on trying to put on makeup. she could handle that when she got in to work. she looked around. glasses. where were her glasses? the only thing that's easier to find, after you find it. sigh.

"skeeter," she cried, "where are my glasses?"

a soft meow came from the living room, and she followed the source. sure enough next to her cat were her glasses. at least she had one friend. now she was all set. she looked down, just to double check both shoes matched. looked in the mirror to make sure she was at least half way decent. she wasn't. then she dashed for the door. checked around the house one last time to make sure she had everything, and decided that she had. she closed the door satisfactorily, and headed to the car.

five seconds later the door opened again. molly looked at the box. certainly she had time enough to look in the box, didn't she? she looked at the clock. despite hurrying, she was already going to be five minutes late. how does that happen? the more you hurry, the later it gets. she looked at the box again. she wanted to open it. she really did, but it was the first. nothing good ever happens on the first of april. she closed the door again, and headed to the car.

jumping into the car, she turned the ignition. nothing happened. she turned the key again, and pumped the gas. still nothing. she looked at the house. it was the box. she was convinced. it was cursed. she had to get rid of it, or open it, or something. everything would be easier. her day would flow perfectly, if she just did something with that box.

she turned the ignition once more. still nothing. molly screamed as loud as she could, and banged her fists on the horn. that at least worked. in fact, it became stuck, and the horn kept blaring away. she started pounding on the wheel to get it to stop. it finally did, just as the neighbor's lights turned on. dang, she thought. i didn't mean to wake them.

"what's all that racket out there?" came a voice from the window. she didn't answer. the light moved to the downstairs, and then the porch light came on. the front door opened. an elderly black man stepped out. molly looked up at him.

"is that you making all the noise, molly? thought someone's car alarm went off," the man said as he approached her.

"sorry mr. wilson. it hasn't been my day. my car won't start, and i'm late for work," she complained, trying not to whine.

"shoot girl, you're going to work like that? you still have shampoo in your hair. now get yourself inside, and clean up some, while i try and figure out what's going on."

"but i'm already late," she whimpered, but mr. wilson put his fingers to her lips.

"your car's not going anywhere until i look at it. probably just flooded it. should only take a few moments. get yourself cleaned up."

she looked back at him. he was making little waving motions with his hands, the kind used to scare off small animals, or to shush someone away. she felt more like a small animal, and trekked back inside.

the box had been waiting for her. sitting, gloating, or so it felt. she couldn't resist any longer. she had to know what was in the box. she lifted up the lid. inside sat a small scepter. a foot in length, wrapped in black leather. on top sat a jesters mask, ceramic, topped with a fool's cap made out of velvet. what an odd gift, she thought as she touched it. a shock ran through her fingers as she made contact. it felt like a million volts passed through her, and then everything was better.

"well, you clean up fast," mr. wilson stated in astonishment as she walked back outside. she looked at him, and then at the car. everything felt different, but familiar. she touched the hood and felt the shock again, but not as strongly this time.

"afraid you're not going anywhere though," he continued, looking at the car. "the alternator is shot. it will need to be replaced."

"let me try," she said calmly, almost knowingly. she turned the key, and it started, purring like a kitten.

"well i'll be," he exclaimed, as she closed the door and drove away.

she still needed to put on her makeup, and couldn't help but be late. molly stopped at the first light and pulled down the visor. she looked in the mirror, and was taken aback. her makeup was done, and her hair was nicely permed. she looked down at her skirt. the wrinkles were gone, and the rip in her stocking had disappeared. she took off her glasses - everything was crystal clear, and she could see perfectly. she giggled slightly. today was definitely going to be special.

she arrived at work ten minutes early, and a parking spot was available right near the entrance. that never happened before. she got out of the car, and hesitated. she had forgotten her briefcase. well, not everything could go her way. she'd just have to wing the presentation. an uncanny confidence filled her. she could handle the presentation, and anything else. she was certain of that.

betty was already there, and had started making the morning coffee. molly didn't need any. she had enough energy for the whole staff. she smiled at betty, and exchanged pleasantries, before strolling off to her cubicle. she logged on to her computer. her email was empty. that was odd. she'd have expected some notice from the boss about the meeting, and then remembered he wasn't in yet. it started to sink in. she had arrived early for once. in over a year working at the same place, she had never arrived early. sometimes just barely on time, but never early. she grinned, and leaned back in her chair. today was going to be good.

she watched as her coworkers filed in. most of them moved straight to the coffee machine in a zombie-like fashion. mark and simon were discussing the latest sports. at least, simon was. mark was just nodding his head, and mumbling about a hangover. simon didn't care. he just kept on rambling. she glanced around some more. betty had moved to her position at her desk in front of max's office. she was his secretary. molly glared in that direction. max was the closest thing molly could claim to be a boyfriend. she had spent some lunches with him, but nothing remotely intimate.

over in accounts susan was watering her plants, while munching on a donut with the other hand. molly felt sorry for sue. she was the butt of more practical jokes than molly, and only because of her weight. molly sighed. she looked down toward the mailroom. arnold hadn't come in yet. he was the mail boy. molly guessed he secretly had a crush on her, but he was only nineteen or twenty. too young for her. the boss, charlie, or should she say mr. richard, wasn't in yet, but he never showed up before nine. others floated in and out, but no one who had lasted long with the company. she sighed again, and slowly inhaled. the world smelled of roses. she was at peace, if only for a few moments. mark was the first to disturb her sanctum.

"so are you ready for the monthlies?" he asked. he did that every first. she always believed it was to try to shake her up, so that her presentation would fail. he never did any real work, or preparation.

she grinned, unnerving him. "i am more ready then i've ever been," she chirped.

mark opened his eyes wide as he looked at her. there was something different. her hair was curled, and her eyes were radiant with confidence. he had never seen molly look like this, and something stirred in his groin. he gulped.

"well, i'm ready too," he stuttered, stunned by her appearance.

"sure you are, mark," molly gloated, "you still have three hours. go get some notes together."

mark blinked, then rushed off to his office like a beaten puppy. molly sighed happily. she had won her first victory for the day.

the next hour went peacefully. molly sketched out some notes from memory, and everything seemed to go perfect, until mr. richard came in. she was in the middle of copying down sales reports from past emails when he snuck up behind her. it had been as if he had waited right there behind her for the most awkward moment before speaking up.

"do you have your report prepared?" he shouted, even though he was only three feet away. she jumped at the sound. her heart raced. she turned around and was about to curse him out, when she thought better of it. he probably didn't realize what he had done to her pulse rate, and yelling back at him wouldn't accomplish anything. mr. richard was known for having a short fuse, especially towards women. she needed this job, so confrontation was not an option.

"i was just going over some last minute reports. i will definitely have everything ready by noon," she stuttered, her composure still shaken.

"well you better, since you're going first."

this shook molly. she'd never gone first. butterflies swelled up her in tummy, as she felt a pressure build inside her. she should have brought that scepter to work. it had an air of confidence about it, and she needed some now.

"but mark always goes first," she stammered, trying to shift the responsibility.

"well mark isn't feeling so well. gas or something. so you'll get to go first."

molly wanted to say something, anything, but nothing came to her lips.

"also," mr. richard added as he turned to leave, "can you get max's notes? he's going to be in an important sales meeting all morning, and won't be joining us. you'll be doing his presentation as well."

molly's jaw dropped as charles walked away. first mark gets out of his report because he never prepared it. now she had to do max's as well. she might be in the same department as max, but they never worked on the same projects. she didn't even know what he was working on lately. this was too much. she thought everything was going her way, and now it's changed. her bad luck had returned as usual. she wanted to curl up and die. no, that's not what she should do. confidence. that's what the scepter told her, and her fortune said the fool would play a big part. she needed to stand up for herself, and good luck would go her way. a faint smile crossed her lips as her determination returned. first, she needed to talk to max.

talking to max was harder then it sounded. when she got to betty's desk, her courage had waned. betty was the office bitch. blonde hair poofed up higher then any hair should go. fingernails the length of talons, painted red like blood. a tight blue turtleneck wrapped snugly around her ample bosom. overall, she was quite a beautiful person, if she were a call girl. molly was never comfortable around her.

"i need to see max," molly spoke up, after standing around for a while.

betty looked up as if molly had just appeared, and then back down at her terminal.

"he's busy," she replied curtly.

"it's about his report," molly continued desperately.

betty opened a drawer, and pulled out a file. "here you go," she said as she handed molly the report.

"i need to talk to him about this report," molly stated firmer this time.

betty looked up at her, and then rose. with her hands on her hips, jutting out her chest for emphasis, she reprimanded molly, "you can talk to him after two p.m., but he's not going to see anyone before then."

"but the meeting will be over by then," molly whimpered, her confidence failing. betty sat back down and returned to typing at the keyboard, ignoring her. molly wanted to say something else. she needed that scepter. it was the key. she was lost without it. molly picked up the file and sulked back to her desk.

maybe i can run home quick and fetch it, she thought. then i can handle both reports, and the day will be saved. she'd be a hero. she smiled at her idle fantasy. coworkers cheer her for a job well done. the boss hands her a promotion and a raise. everyone would love her, and max would be overjoyed. yes. max would see how good a job she did, and want to marry her on the spot. molly sighed, and then was rudely shaken out of her trance by crashing into someone. papers flew everywhere.

"sorry ms. mulligan, i didn't see you there," arnold mumbled as he helped molly back up.

"that's all right arnold, i was lost in my own world," she politely replied. molly looked down at the papers. the file had spilled open. the report was scattered everywhere.

arnold bent over and helped her pick up her things. "i really am sorry. is that your report? i hope you didn't lose anything."

molly looked at the stack arnold was collecting. knowing her luck, she probably lost the more important pieces, and wouldn't find them until later. she sighed.

"i left your mail on your desk," arnold continued, nervously, "you only had one letter."

molly looked at arnold. normally he was shy around her, but something about the way he was acting was odd. then she noticed he was whispering something.

"what?" molly asked.

"don't sit down," arnold stuttered, then handed her the papers and hurried off. molly watched him as he left, then stuffed the papers back in the file. odd boy, she thought, as she continued toward her desk.

a strange foreboding filled her as she walked closer and closer to it, and she thought about what he said. she looked around the office. mark was standing near the water cooler, slowly sipping from a cup. susan was at her desk, banging on the keyboard, cursing at her computer. she glanced at her cubicle, and placed the file down at her desk. everything looked normal, but she couldn't shake the feeling. she pulled the chair out, and looked down.

it shouldn't have surprised her. it was april first, after all. there was a small lump in her seat cushion, and a little red rubber tube hanging out the back. someone had booby-trapped her chair with a whoopee cushion. it was a superb job, hidden nicely. she never would have noticed it, if not for arnold's warning. she scanned around again quickly. mark was still standing by the water cooler, and was watching her out of the corner of his eye.

she pulled on the red strip and the cushion came out. this was low, she thought, even for mark. she glared at him. mark gulped, caught in the act, and fled like a scared child. molly shouted at him, and chased him back to his office, attracting the attention of some coworkers. molly didn't care. she wasn't going to be the fool today. he had made it back to his desk, and was sitting with an innocent expression when she stormed in. she slammed his door behind her.

"this is too much," she shouted. "first you cancel your report claiming to be sick, when we both know you haven't started it, and then you do this."

she threw the cushion down on his desk.

"it's just an innocent prank," he begged as he shrugged his arms.

"every day of every week it's just an innocent prank, and i'm sick of it! you might not take your job seriously but some of us here do. i should report you," she ranted.

"go ahead. it's not like charles would take you seriously. he's never thought highly of women," mark shouted back.

the words stung her. he was right. mr. richard wouldn't give a damn about this, and it would only make molly look bad. she couldn't report him, but what could she do? a wicked grin appeared on her face, as she felt an unearthly force fill her, a force similar to when she had first touched the scepter. she laughed. it was mark's turn to be stunned. he had never seen molly act so giddy, and he didn't know what to make of it.

"you're right. it's just an innocent prank. a small device designed to make a flatulent noise. everyone would laugh, and i'd be embarrassed," molly giggled.

"well yes," mark stuttered for a lack of anything else to say.

"you told mr. richard you were having problems with gas, isn't that right?"

mark nodded, uncertain where this was going.

"what an odd coincidence," she continued, "but so poetically beautiful."

"what are you rambling about molly?" mark finally asked, starting to get irked.

molly ignored him. she didn't quite understand the thoughts going through her head, but a force possessed her. she pressed down on the cushion. a low, deep resonating sound issued from it. she felt a slight shock, and looked at mark. her grin widened.

agitated, mark stood up to ask her to leave when he felt it. a slight pressure, building in his abdomen, seeking release. the pressure began to build.

"what's going on?" mark yelped, as he placed his hand on his waist. an answer came from his rear. it was loud, and foul. the type of sound you never want to hear from a nearby stall when you're in a public lavatory. molly laughed and pointed.

"now that is funny," she cackled.

mark began to feel the pressure building up again. "what are you doing to me?" he exclaimed. another sound emanated from behind him, louder than the first.

"it's no different than the whoopee cushion," molly giggled, "and it's more fun, but let's see what else we can do."

mark was in a panic. he was going to complain when pressure started building up in his chest. he knew what it was, and tried to hold it, but his voluntary muscles seemed to have left him.

"stop it," he burped very loudly.

"i was just having fun," molly griped, "but if you insist."

molly waved her arm in a magical fashion, and a shock ran through mark. he patted himself down quickly to see if everything was still proper, and it was.

"now get out of my office," he insisted, trying to restore his backbone.

"how rude, after i was nice enough to stop playing, but if you insist," and she snapped her fingers.

the pressure returned, twice as strong, filling his abdomen and his chest. mark freaked. he needed to do something.

"please. i asked you to stop it. i'll report you!"

"but i did stop it," molly chided, "you won't fart or belch anymore, but i never said anything about turning off the air."

the pressure continued and moved into his stomach. he felt his belt getting tighter around his midsection, and his shirt pushed out by his expanding belly. mark gasped, and the pressure increased even more. slowly his button-down shirt changed from loose-fitting to tight, and he could feel a swelling in his legs. molly giggled as she watched. this was the perfect revenge. she didn't understand how she was doing it, but it felt right.

"i'm inflating," mark screeched.

"too much gas," she stated trying to maintain a straight face, "you should cut down on that mexican food."

mark continued to inflate. he grabbed his stomach and pressed in, trying to stop it, but it continued. his legs now filled his once baggy pants, and his arms started to grow as well. his belt held fast, tightly holding in his puffing belly. the buttons on his shirt spread apart, and the pressure continued to build.

"you might want to remove that belt. it looks uncomfortable," molly teased as she licked her lips seductively.

it was uncomfortable, mark thought, but he wasn't going to aid in her pleasure. he needed to resist. this was not happening, he kept saying to himself. still, something about it all was exciting. he looked at her. molly was more radiant than ever. he reconsidered listening to her.

"pop," went a button as it flew off mark's shirt. he trembled. this was happening. he really was inflating, and he seemed to be getting lighter.

"help me," he pleaded with molly, "i'll do anything."

molly looked at him, intrigued at his offer. she briefly considered it for a moment. another button popped off, and landed on a filing cabinet. he continued to swell up.

"i'll stop playing practical jokes. please help me!"

molly pouted, then nodded a half nod. she walked around to where he was. he had already enlarged more than twice his size in these few moments. another button popped off. molly grinned, and bent over perfectly showing her nice tight ass to mark. he didn't need to think about things like that right now, but he felt a stirring down below, and couldn't take his eyes off. she was playing with his belt, which didn't help matters.

"there you go," she stated as she undid the belt buckle and his waistline filled the gap, "but these pants and shirt must go as well."

mark tried to reach down to his pants, but his arms had trouble bending. he cried out again, "help me, please."

"i'm going as fast as i can," molly reprimanded him, "but you're inflating way too fast. look at your pants. they're as tight as a second skin, and your shirt already lost three buttons."

"stop me from inflating," mark screamed.

molly paused, and thought about it. "oh," she stated almost surprised, "i hadn't thought of that."

she paused again, "i could stop the inflating, but where would be the fun in that? nope, sorry mark, i can't help you."

mark grew pale, and tried waddling towards the door. his legs now had problems bending. his body continued to inflate. it was odd. as his body stretched and grew, his skin remained taut, like a balloon, and it finally sunk in. he was a balloon, and he was still increasing in size. his feet left the floor before he made it to the door.

"oh dear," molly exclaimed, "you seem to be floating away. good thing you're indoors. of course there is always the possibility you will burst."

mark screamed, and wondered why no one from the office had come to his rescue yet. he was trapped in an office with a mad witch, making him her own personal balloon. two more buttons popped, and his shirt finally came free, only held on by his sleeves.

molly gazed up at the floating mark. he was bouncing on the ceiling. his legs were spread wide open, and a discernible bulge was in his crotch. was he enjoying this? molly knew she was. she licked her lips. mark was gulping air like a fish, and waving his arms around trying to move somewhere. he looked like he belonged in a parade, tied down by ropes.

"you can stop this yourself, you know," molly finally decided to confide.

mark grinned like a madman. "really? quick, tell me how. i feel like i'm going to pop, this pressure is too much."

"it's simple," molly said as she opened the door to his office to leave, "pull your finger."

she had just stepped out of the office as she heard a loud roaring sound. he didn't pop, she thought, relieved, but somebody would have to fumigate that office. she brushed her brow, drained from the experience. her vision was getting blurry. she needed a long rest. that took too much out of her, even though she didn't understand how she did it.

"what's going on in there?" mr. richard bellowed, reviving molly from her dreariness.

"you were right about mark having a problem with gas," she quickly responded, "it seems to have gotten worse. you just might want to send him home early."

mr. richard brushed her aside, and opened the door. a strong odor, not meant to be smelled by humans, wafted out. mr. richard quickly closed the door and turned green.

"molly. get the janitor staff up here right away, and send mr. meyers home early," charles sputtered, before running off to the bathroom to purge himself.

molly opened the door and looked back in. mark was alive, and passed out on the floor, back to his normal self. the odor faded unusually quickly. she smiled, and felt a bit faint. she needed food or energy. mark and the janitors would have to wait. she remembered a candy bar, tucked away in her back desk drawer, and rushed off to get it. arriving at her desk, she found what she needed. sitting on her chair was a long box, wrapped in red and green paper. she grinned as she opened it, and grabbed the scepter. her strength returned at the touch as the energy filled her. she was ready for her next opponent. molly scanned around the office, like a hero looking for wrongdoers. her eyesight was clear again. something about the energy improved her vision.

she looked to see who was about. arnold was helping mark out of his office. she had already taught him a lesson. it was too soon to torment him again. she looked around some more. simon was nowhere to be seen. she always wanted to get even with him for the way he treated susan, but that would have to wait. susan was still at her desk, donut in hand. who knows what had happened, but susan's monitor was off her computer, and she had the main unit open. she was presently in the process of pulling a live mouse out by the tail. molly shuddered. these jokes had to stop, and she was the vigilante to do it, but something was still nagging her. something she overlooked.

she closed her eyes and thought for a moment. then realized what was wrong. just what was going on? this isn't humanly possible, she thought. she looked around the office, and then gazed off into the distance. this must be a dream. i'm asleep, she continued, and i'm dreaming all this. that would explain her perfect vision. in fact, i'm late for work, and i've been fired already, she thought. molly shook. this wasn't a dream. this was happening. something was different, and she grinned. today is going to be a good day after all. she'd finish the reports, get the raise, and max will love her.

she stopped. max, that bastard! making her do his report. she didn't have to do his report. she glared at the file on her desk, then over to max's office. betty was just returning from getting a cup of coffee. if only that bitch wasn't there, or busy, i'd give max a piece of my mind, she thought. without warning, the energy surged within her. her nipples grew hard, and her confidence increased. yes, that is exactly what she'd do. she placed the scepter down in the box, and hid it under her desk. she then picked up the report, and marched over to betty's desk.

betty was sitting there ignoring her like usual, typing away at the keyboard. molly never understood why she was always typing, she never had any work to do. the only reason betty had a job was the way she looked. she had no real talent, molly thought. molly placed the report down on the desk.

"can i help you?" betty spoke up, disinterested.

"i am going to see max, and you're not going to stop me," molly taunted back.

betty stood up and moved over in front of the door. she was just a few inches taller than molly, which made her somewhat intimidating, but molly stood firm.

"i told you," said betty plainly, "that you can't talk to him until after two p.m."

this would get nowhere fast. molly looked up at betty. she was determined to keep molly out. she needed a plan. she could fight her, but mr. richard would probably come out at the commotion, and fire molly instantly. she needed a different angle, something to take betty off guard. a spark of energy filled her, as she felt her perspective shift. she knew what to do.

"one question," molly asked, "what exactly do you do here?"

betty was shocked, and appalled.

"no, seriously," molly continued, "what is your function in this company?"

"i'm mr. learner's private secretary," she proclaimed proudly.

"that's a title, not a function. what do you do?" molly badgered.

"i take notes, write reports, keep appointments, and stuff," betty replied indignantly.

"what appointments? max does mostly accounting work, with the occasional sales meeting," molly baited, "and look. there on your desk. max's report for the monthlies. isn't that your job?"

"you've wasted enough of my time," betty stated, getting angry, "i have work to do."

"that's what i'm trying to say. you have no work. you serve no function in this company. all you are is a piece of meat for the men to ogle over, and for mr. richard to occasionally fuck."

molly almost regretting saying what she did. she didn't have any proof, but felt compelled to say it. betty turned bright red with fury.

"how dare you!" she shouted, "i'm going to tell mr. richard what you said, and we'll see how long you keep your job here."

"fine. you do that," molly snickered as betty stormed off, "meanwhile, i'll be in here talking to max."

betty stopped in her tracks, and spun around. she had almost fallen for molly's ploy. in a few short steps she hurried back, and was blocking the doorway again.

"so is there something going on in there that i'm not supposed to know about?" molly slyly quipped, "something mr. richard shouldn't know about?"

betty was speechless. she was in an awkward situation. she wanted to tell mr. richard what molly had said, but she couldn't leave her post. molly was correct, something was going on that would get her and max in deep trouble. she tried to calm down.

"please. just go away," betty requested, trying to remain polite.

molly ignored her, and moved over to betty's desk. she sat down and looked at the terminal.

"what are you doing?" betty asked, trembling slightly.

molly looked up, an evil grin on her face.

"oh!" she exclaimed, and in her best impersonation of betty she continued, "can i help you?"

"all right, what's your game?" betty inquired, feeling like she was being toyed with, "if you want me to write the report, i'll write the damned report. just go away."

"what a novel idea," molly cried out in fake surprise. she had never felt this cocky before, and was relishing every minute, "but i don't believe your sincerity. you'll probably pretend to write it, and then five minutes before i need to present it, you'll claim the computer crashed and wiped out everything. we can't have that can we?"

betty was shocked that molly had figured her out so easily. she had no plans on writing the report, but now she was at a loss.

"so what do you suggest?" betty sneered.

"a wager, plain and simple. you win, i'll present the best report ever, then resign on the spot. you'll never see me again," molly stated, running her fingers across the desk edge.

"and if you win? what do you get?"

"i'll collect that later," molly grinned in a way that unnerved betty.

"so what's the wager? do we flip a coin?" betty asked almost regretting it. she felt like she was making a deal with the devil. something was just not right.

"oh nothing so droll," molly countered, feeling like the devil himself, "it's quite simple. i'll give you an hour, and all you have to do is type up a semi-reasonable report for me to present. if you can finish in an hour, we'll consider that you have won. it's that easy."

"that's absurd. you just want me to write your report!"

"max's report," molly corrected.

"i won't do it. no deal," betty cried out.

"well then, that just goes to prove my first point. you're only here for your looks, not your skill," taunted molly. she knew she had won. one way or another betty would type the report for her, and molly was about to play her ace. betty just stood there, not sure how to respond.

"looks or skill," molly started to chant, "looks or skill. which is it?"

"i can type," betty retorted as her only form of defense.

"then we have a deal. an hour starting now. finish the report, and i'll resign."

"that's not what i meant," betty protested.

molly ignored the complaint, "and to spice things up, let's make this truly a contest of looks versus skill."

the energy surged through molly. it was time for the ace. she looked betty in the eye, and then lowered her gaze to her bust. her breasts were slightly larger than grapefruits, each tightly packed in the blue turtleneck. her bra was quite visibly outlined. molly felt the energy surge toward them.

betty felt uncomfortable. men staring at her ample chest had never bothered her, but this was different. this intense stare made her feel naked. she placed her arms over her chest in reflex.

"what are you doing?" betty sputtered, yet molly continued to stare and smile. betty began to feel ashamed, and confused. she didn't know how to react, but the feeling didn't last long. she began to notice something else. her arms that held her chest tight were beginning to move outward. betty looked down. her chest was growing.

"what the fuck?" she gasped.

molly finished staring, the energy subsiding. "it's simple," she stated as she stood up, "the hour has begun. prove your skill, and type the report, and everything will be fine. otherwise looks will win out, and well, you will most certainly become the desire of the office."

"i don't understand?" betty whined, "my breasts are growing!"

betty continued to press down on her chest, trying to stop the growth, but it only increased. flesh, overflowing the tops of her bra cups, was visible through the thin blue material.

"as i said, it's simple," molly retorted, switching to layman terms, "type, or grow. one, or the other. even you should be able to understand that."

betty continued to press against her inflating bosom. flesh held within her shirt was pressing out over the tops of her arms. she looked like she was trying to conceal bread dough that just wanted to rise. she looked up at molly, and down at her chest. rational thought had left her as she gazed at the impossible happening. molly took pity, and stood up.

"come sit in this chair," molly demanded, and betty absently obeyed and sat at the terminal. some semblance of rational thought returned, and she began typing at the keyboard. the growth slowed.

"see," said molly, "that's not so hard. just type the report, and they won't grow. you might want to reference the file, to flush out the details, but i wouldn't pause for too long."

betty continued to type. she had one thing on her mind. she had to type. her breasts had stopped growing, which distracted her for but a moment, before resuming the report. molly surveyed her. they had doubled from their original size in those few moments. she considered for a second what would happen if betty got up and went to mr. richard's office to report all this. she doubted betty would be able to get back out, but not because she was too large to get through the door. molly sighed happily.

"well then," molly whispered in betty's ear, "i guess you won't be able to stop me from going into max's office now, will you?"

betty ceased typing and turned around. she was about to protest, when she felt the growth resume in her chest. panicked, she banged her fingers on the keyboard to fake typing. the growth increased even more, stretching her shirt tighter and tighter.

"oh, too bad i forgot to mention that spelling errors make things worse," molly snickered. betty quickly backspaced, and resumed the report. the growth stopped again. she was now clearly immense. her chest blocked her view of the keyboard, yet betty was still able to type. she really did have some skill, molly thought.

"if you type faster, you can reverse the process," molly finally confided, giving betty a little bit of hope.

molly began to walk away, but one final detail was bothering her. something she had forgotten. she looked back at betty. her ample chest, flowing over the tops of her strained bra. that was it. can't leave her in too much discomfort, she might not write a good report. like a magician pulling a rabbit out of his hat, molly reached into the back of betty's turtleneck. betty paused to see what was happening, and in one swift move, noticed molly was holding her bra. she felt a bounce in her chest, and her nipples quickly hardened. she had paused too long, and her breasts started to grow. startled, betty resumed typing. she had no other choice.

molly smiled. the sight of betty's bouncing bosom stirred her. she had never felt that way about another female. the added bonus of her hard nipples poking out from her melon chest aroused her even more. she was going to enjoy winning this bet.

"well, i didn't want anything to hold you back," molly gloated, knowing either way, she would win. "time to see max. wish me luck."

betty didn't even flinch, she had already paused too many times, and typing was becoming harder, especially without being able to see the keyboard. molly grinned, and then walked through the door to max's office.

molly wasn't surprised at what she saw. she half suspected it. it was only the details that disturbed her. max was wearing a black leather mask, and a tight leather vest that accentuated his muscles, and nothing else. an unknown redheaded female, the sales lady, was tied to the desk completely naked.

"what are you doing in my office?" max shouted at her.

"i was going to ask you the same thing," molly chuckled, "oh, please continue, i love being a voyeur."

max blinked. molly had always been timid and shy. he didn't know how to react. molly closed the door, and sat down.

max pulled off his mask and yelled at her, "leave my office now, or you're fired." it wasn't the response he wanted to give, but he couldn't think of anything else.

"now why would i do that?" molly chided, "you seem to have gotten to the best part. if i were to leave, i'd miss all the fun, and what would mr. richard think if he came in and saw you like this?"

max was confused. betty was supposed to be guarding the door. he made a quick mental note to reprimand her later. right now, he needed to figure out how to handle this situation. he didn't have a clue.

"hi, i'm molly mulligan," she stated, looking at the redhead.

"i'm sandra, sandra brookston," the redhead stuttered.

"nice to meet you sandra sandra," molly joked as she stood up, and walked over toward the desk sandra was tied to. she reached down and checked the ropes. "these look tight, i hope they don't hurt."

"please go molly," max begged.

"what is with people not wanting me around? and i thought i was so much fun."

"molly," he shouted just a little bit louder, "i'm warning you."

"oh max," she mewed, as she walked around toward him. energy surged through her, into her throat. she spoke with a mesmerizing tone, "you like me being here."

max's eyes glazed over as he watched molly, and he spoke out, "i like you being here."

"you like it when i watch you fuck ladies."

max nodded his head. he didn't know what came over him, but molly made so much sense. sandra felt nervous. something was definitely wrong here. she didn't like being tied up anymore.

molly walked behind max, and placed her hands on his shoulders. she whispered in his ear, "so fuck her."

sandra screamed as his dick plunged deep into her. this wasn't right. well, it was right. they had been doing it all morning, but molly being here scared her. max pulled back slowly, and thrust again, harder. molly gasped, enjoying the power, and scratched her fingers down his back.

"oh yes," molly cried out, "this is good."

molly pressed tightly against max, and thrust with him, as he slowly pounded against sandra. she felt his tight ass pressed up against her skirt, and began to get moist. this was definitely good. she always wanted to do max, but this was better, much better. she reached around front, and grabbed his balls from underneath. she started to breathe heavier.

"are you enjoying this sandra?" molly cried out, "i know max is. what man wouldn't want two women at once?"

sandra was speechless. she was enjoying this, or at least max's dick inside her cavity. molly being there was just odd, but exciting. did max plan this?, she thought, but she didn't speak up.

"i asked you a question," molly stated, and she pulled back on max's groin, slowly dislodging him.

"i don't know," sandra spoke up. molly glared at her. she panicked, and continued, stumbling over the words, "yes, please, put him back in me."

molly smiled, and slid her hand up max's dick. she stopped and looked down.

"max," she cried out, "you're not wearing a condom! shame on you."

max shrugged. this was too weird an experience to merit a response.

"is this all right with you?" molly asked sandra. "that he isn't wearing a condom?"

sandra just shrugged. little strands of red hair flowed into her eyes. molly moved back from the couple. their eyes followed her as she walked away. she turned back to see them staring at her.

"oh, you can continue," molly stated regally, waving her hand. max resumed thrusting into sandra, almost robotically. molly just watched.

"this does put new light on the subject though," molly absently talked with herself. she turned back to the couple. max was less mechanical now, and was pounding with feeling. sandra was squirming, and yelping in an enjoyable fashion.

"stop," molly commanded, and the couple froze in their place. they both looked back at her. max wanted to continue, and so did sandra. they didn't care that molly was there, but their bodies no longer followed their commands.

"do you love her, max?" molly asked honestly.

max stuttered but no words came out. he just shrugged his shoulders. sandra looked up at him with contempt for not answering. she was beginning to panic about being tied up again.

"what kind of question is that?" max finally replied.

"a simple one. what would happen if you got her pregnant? if you didn't love her, you'd probably just leave her," molly said cynically, "knowing you, you'd probably cum, without regard to whether she was pleased or not."

max looked down at sandra, and back at molly. "of course i'd take care of her, if she got pregnant. i do care for her."

"but do you love her?" molly asked.

max looked back at sandra. she was petite, with a thin build. ever since he met her, he felt something towards her, something beyond just the physical. she was looking back at him with her emerald green eyes. he reached down and brushed the wisps of hair out of her face.

"of course i love her," he said, not removing his glance from sandra's beautiful eyes.

molly turned around, and picked up a small silver bell that sat on a filing cabinet. she paused, examining it, before turning around to resume her questioning.

"and what of you sandra? do you love max?"

sandra was stunned. this was weird, too weird. she cared about max, but love was such a strong word. yet, if she did get pregnant, she would want to be with him. it was sudden, but she felt sure of her answer.

"yes!" she declared, gazing up into max's strong brown eyes.

"well then," molly smiled, "it's official. with this ring i thee wed," and she shook the small silver bell. the sound echoed softly, and the couple felt an energy stir through them. somehow, they knew they would be together forever, as if they had just been married. a feeling of peace and happiness filled them.

molly sighed, with all her power she had done something good for once. she didn't always have to play pranks, yet something was bugging her. a voice somewhere deep inside wanted her to ruin this perfect moment. she grimaced as she tried to resist, but the force was strong. she started over towards the door.

"it seems my work is done, you two can resume your honeymoon," she stated quickly. she needed to get out now. the energy was building inside her, wanting to cause mischief.

"i'll just take care of your report, and everything will be fine," she said as she reached the door handle, and then stopped. she thought about the report, and how the bastard wanted her to do it, while he boned away the meeting. anger filled her, and it started to change into the mischief devil that possessed her to play awful pranks. she couldn't resist, and turned to face the couple, a demonic grin on her face. they were still gazing at each other, and max had resumed his slow thrusting.

"by the way," molly cried out, "you were going to let her come a few times before you did, right?"

max was offended. he had regained his willpower, and glared at her, wanting molly to leave. sandra considered the question more seriously.

"honey?" sandra asked naively.

max looked back down at his new bride, "of course honey," he gritted his teeth and said, "i want this to be as pleasurable for you as it is for me."

molly could tell max was lying. he had all intentions of squirting his load, and then being done with her. that's no way to have a honeymoon.

"well then, how about a little gift, to ensure your sincerity," molly cackled. she had no clue what she was doing or what she was going to say next. she was as much a prisoner now as max and sandra had been when they were under her spell.

"what kind of gift?" max and sandra asked in unison. molly sighed. they were already on the road to being a perfect couple. talking at the same time. how cute.

"it's quite a simple, pleasant gift. you'll both enjoy it very much. you see, i have somehow acquired an unearthly power. i can't quite explain it, but i can guarantee prosperity for both of you. it's that simple," molly offered. she felt like a carnival huckster, about to show these two to the great egress. she tried to resist, but her own will had diminished. the force had taken over.

max's eyes gleamed at the word prosperity. he was a greedy man by nature, two strikes against him. molly knew he wouldn't last the wager she was about to offer, but shrugged off her fears. the power needed release.

"prosperity?" max asked. sandra just kept turning her head. it was difficult to watch molly from an upside down position.

"money, a house, everything a new couple needs to get started in life," molly grinned. she had seized him. now to reel him in.

"you only need to do one little thing, and you can have more wealth that you could possibly imagine."

"and what is that?" sandra piped up, intrigued by the offer.

molly looked down at sandra, and placed her hand on sandra's forehead. she stroked slowly down, running her fingers through the bright red locks.

"you will most certainly enjoy this part dear," she giggled, and then sobered up. she looked max in the eye, "all you have to do, is make sure that she comes at least ten times before you do. it's that easy."

sandra squealed in delight. max just batted his eyelashes, boggled at the idea.

"i make her come ten times before i do, and you will give us a lot of money?" the concept seemed foreign to him.

molly grinned and shook her head. "it's that simple."

sandra looked up at max, "oh honey, you can do it. please."

max was getting excited. the though of being rich beyond his wildest dreams, and having a woman to share the rest of his life with was arousing him. he looked down at sandra, she shared the same greed he did, and he was willing to make it work, just to please her.

"i can do it," he cried out, as he slowly began thrusting in to her. he paid close attention to his own groin, just to ensure they'd win the bet.

"oh, yes," sandra called out, "press your meat into me."

this aroused him even more, so he placed his finger over her lips, "shush," he told her, "if you want to win this bet, just keep your pretty little lips closed."

sandra licked his finger, and continued to mew and sigh. max knew he wouldn't last for the ten count if she kept that up. he reached over to his discarded leather mask, and rolled it into a small ball. sandra was in her own world, oblivious to him. he placed his finger on her chin, and she opened her mouth. he slid the leather ball in, and her eyes opened. she tried to spit it out, but it was too big.

"i asked you to be quiet. if you want to win, then this is the way it has to be," he reprimanded her. sandra blinked her eyes guiltily, but shook her head in acknowledgment.

molly felt ill. she knew max was shallow, but to realize that sandra was also annoyed her. they would indeed be a perfect couple. molly sat down, and watched them. it was time to drop the bombshell.

"by the way," she spoke up, ruining the perfect moment, "i forgot to mention what would happen if you came before she reached number ten."

max froze, and sandra squirmed, frustrated. she was close to coming.

"oh nothing too serious," molly chided, "did i panic you? i'll still bring you both prosperity."

max started up again, slowly, while eyeing molly. she wasn't telling something. "what form of prosperity?" he asked.

"something every married couple needs," molly continued, "a large family. wouldn't you like a large family?"

max was stunned. sandra just opened her eyes wider. she felt the moistness in her slit grow.

"i don't know," he stammered, and looked down at his new wife, "honey?"

sandra was nodding her head furiously. she always wanted several children, and even if they couldn't have money, a guarantee of having a large family was quite agreeable. max wasn't so sure. he would prefer the money instead. he just had to maintain his willpower, and win the bet. max kept thrusting at a steady, slow pace, to help ensure his victory.

molly ignored the couple. watching these two have sex wasn't as exciting as she had anticipated. max was taking his time, being deliberately slow and methodical. sandra only managed to come a few times, and overall it was taking longer then expected. molly thought about betty, still typing away at the report. she wondered how much betty had grown in the time she'd been in here. she looked down at her watch. thirty minutes had passed. who knows? betty could have grown so large as to be blocking the door, and then molly would be stuck in here with these two. she needed to speed things up.

"so what's she up to?" molly spoke up.

"four," max replied, his breathing heavier, "make that five."

sandra shuddered. it looked to molly like max was giving cpr to an epileptic, the way those two were shaking. molly's stomach rumbled. she was hungry, and she felt her energy draining. she needed to get to the scepter, but she didn't want to leave these two here. she looked up at max, and stood up.

"six," he called out, panting even more. his hands were massaging her small, pert breasts. his fingers squeezing the nipples. he was trying to get her to come again, and again. one good multiple orgasm would set them over the mark, but he began to feel himself slipping. his own needs wanting to be met.

"seven," he shouted. molly looked at him. he didn't look like he could hold out much longer. she gazed down toward where their hips joined. fluid from sandra coated his belly, and trickled down her legs. a thin layer of sweat glistened over both of them. he continued to pound. molly pondered for a second, he could have just used his fingers or tongue, and then he wouldn't have to resist so badly. she almost felt sorry for him, her conscience returning, but the nagging devil remained there, keeping her in check.

"eight," he screamed. molly wondered why no one came to see what was happening. max was certainly shouting loud enough for any nearby coworker to hear. maybe they're distracted by betty. maybe mr. richard called betty into his office for dictation. molly shuddered at that thought. mr. richard was a disgusting man.

she looked back at the happy couple, or at least partially happy couple. sandra had an expression of sheer pleasure, or terror, on her face. it is odd just what muscles are used or stretched when a person orgasms. molly wondered if she looked that contorted when she had sex. she glanced back at max. he looked constipated. his eyes were shut tightly, and his teeth clenched together. she looked down toward the action. his pelvis was shaking like a pile driver, slamming harder, and harder in to her, and then he stopped. molly was shocked, wondering what happened, and then grinned as realization struck her. she looked at his face, he was shuddering, yet with an expression of sheer joy. sandra was just convulsing. molly was just glad it was over, she looked down at her watch, and nearly fifty minutes had passed. time to wrap things up here, and go back to betty.

max was out of breath, he collapsed down on top of sandra, and just panted. sandra looked up at him, wondering what was wrong, and then realized what happened. he had come. she wondered if they had gotten above the ten mark. sandra lost track after three, but she didn't care either way. it was still one of the most pleasurable times she had. she looked at max, and then down at the makeshift gag. he raised one tired arm, and pulled it out of her mouth.

"that was wonderful," she spoke up, "so did we win?"

molly grinned, the energy returning to her. "sorry, max was only able to hold out until eight."

max grunted. sandra sighed.

"at least you get the satisfaction of knowing you'll have a lovely family of eight children."

"oh yes," sandra squealed, "i can't wait."

"don't worry about that. you won't have to wait. you're going to have them now," molly smirked, snapping her fingers.

sandra's belly rumbled. max stood up. "what?" they shouted in unison. they definitely had the timing down.

molly paused for a second, then mentally reviewed what she had said. "did i stutter?" she asked.

sandra squirmed. she wanted to reach down, and feel her belly, but her hands were still tied. something was happening. max looked at sandra, and then at molly. "what is going on?" he asked.

molly shrugged, "well, she didn't want to wait."

"something's happening," sandra shouted, as her belly continued to rumble.

"that would be the first month," molly stated looking at her watch, "followed soon by the second."

max was astounded. he was still exhausted from the sex, and completely baffled as to what to do. he just stared at her belly, like it might explode. sandra kept squirming, trying to free herself.

"if you want something to do, max, you might want to untie her," molly suggested, "we've just entered the third month."

sandra screamed. something was happening, she could feel a swelling inside her. she looked down at her belly. there was a slight bulge. "quickly, untie me," she shouted.

max tried racing around the desk, but managed to trip over his chair, and fell face first in to a small potted fern.

"hurry," sandra shouted.

"fourth month," molly drolly stated.

the swelling in sandra's belly had increased. it was now rapidly inflating like a balloon. in just a matter of a few seconds, she looked like someone who should be nine months pregnant, with one child. instead there were eight children within her. she continued to watch in amazement, and her breasts began to swell as well. she tugged at the ropes. she needed to be free.

"where the fuck are you?" she shouted at max, turning her head to look for him.

"fifth month."

"i'm right here honey," max called back, standing up. he looked back at sandra. she looked marvelous. her belly continued to swell, faster and faster. she was already more pregnant than any woman he had ever seen, her tummy stretched taut, and expanded by the second. her large belly emphasizing how tiny a lady she was. he felt aroused, despite his most recent ordeal and paused to gaze at her.

"sixth month."

"oh, god. i feel like i'm going to pop. get me out of these ropes," sandra yelled.

max shook himself out of his trace, and rushed over to her side. he struggled with the ropes, working a few knots free. he still was gazing at her swelling, and ended up fumbling more with the ropes than he should have. her breasts were increasing along with the rest of her. not as fast, mind you. while her pregnant belly increased towards a truly immense size, her breasts had only increased to the size of small melons. he shivered, and looked directly at the ropes, trying his best to untie them.

"seventh month."

sandra was breathing heavily. she really did feel like she was going explode. "my skin is so tight. i'm going to pop. i'm going to pop," she cried out. max was panicking. the final knot in the rope didn't want to come free. he looked up at sandra. her belly loomed over her, like a giant pink balloon. in fact, all he could see besides her arms, were her belly and her breasts. her face was almost covered with her growing tits. sandra was still screaming, but her voice was muffled by her mammaries.

"eighth month."

max managed to untie the last knot, and sandra immediately placed her hands on her belly. it was immense. there was no way she could even reach her belly button. max watched. little feet were kicking from the inside, and her whole tummy shivered like jell-o. although she was free, it would be impossible for her to walk. he needed to do something, fast. he turned around to molly and shouted, "stop it!"

molly just looked at him blankly, and said, "ninth month, pop!"

max turned around expecting to see an explosion. sandra stopped reaching for her belly, and was now clawing at her breasts, so that she could breathe. they were as big as overripe pumpkins.

"oh, god," she screamed out, "i'm going to explode. it's still growing," and then she yelped very loud, as her belly button popped out.

"bing," molly chirped, "turkey's done."

the growth stopped. max stood and stared at sandra, who was pressing her hands all over her body. she was gorgeous, full, and completely covered his desk. he reached over and touched her belly. her skin was extremely tight. he looked down at her. she was scared, but otherwise perfectly all right. he peered over at molly.

"what do we do?" he asked.

she gazed at her watch, "well, she'll probably be in labor within a half hour. i recommend getting dressed, and calling for an ambulance, unless you want to go to the delivery room looking like that."

max glanced over himself, and then at sandra. she was too frightened to move or speak, but some part of her enjoyed this. max reached down, slipped some underwear on, and then grabbed the telephone. mission accomplished, molly thought, time to check on betty. she strolled out the door, confident that max could handle the situation.

betty was not faring as well. she had a look of fear in her eyes. she was standing a few feet back from the computer, and was slowly inching backwards. the in-between space was filled up quite nicely with her breasts. they spread out covering the keyboard and monitor. her blue turtleneck stretched to its breaking point. the little seams along the sides of her shirt were starting to snap open. the bottom of her shirt was pulled out of her tight jeans, exposing a section of her midriff. she was in quite a predicament.

"help me, please," she cried out to molly.

betty looked down at her watch, only a few minutes left to go. she looked up at betty and spoke out, "the hour's not up yet."

betty continued to walk backwards as her breasts filled increasingly. a small section on the right side of her shirt popped open as the seams split apart. betty was even more panicked. she grabbed around to the front of her chest, trying to hold it all in, but it kept expanding.

"please," she begged.

"you can always forfeit, and declare me the winner," molly responded.

"yes. anything. just stop this," she pleaded, and it stopped. betty breathed a sigh of relief causing her chest to heave. a few more seams snapped. betty froze.

molly was relieved as well. the two encounters had drained her. she needed to get back to the scepter to recharge. she felt her energy draining, and leaned back, up against the wall.

"molly," betty shouted, stirring her awake, "look at me. please help me."

molly looked at her. she was the same betty that she had always known, except with larger than beach ball sized breasts. what did she want? molly was tired. she wasn't thinking clearly. molly staggered over to the desk and looked at betty. what did she want her to see? her eyes were getting fuzzy, hard to focus. she needed to rest. no, she needed to recharge.

"are you o.k.?" betty asked, ignoring her own concerns for the moment.

"i feel ill," molly slurred, "like my body has been drained of every ounce of strength."

betty shook nervously, quivering her round breasts nicely. "can you at least shrink these down some?" betty pleaded.

"i don't know. this power is too unpredictable. it's like another entity. i have little control over it. if only i had some energy."

betty hefted her breasts off the keyboard, and on to the desk. a few more seams popped, and she managed to knock over her coffee cup, but she didn't care. molly gazed down at the massive mammaries. she hadn't realized how large they were, but to have them presented directly to her face, she was quite impressed. some energy started to stir within her. she grinned, staring at the breasts, like an undersexed teenager would. betty got an idea. she looked into molly's eyes, although they were focused lower, and rubbed her hands across her breasts, gently squeezing the tight blue turtleneck.

"if you shrink these down some, to a more manageable size," she said, "i'd easily be able to finish up max's report for you, and after the report i'd be more than willing to return the favor i owe you."

molly gazed at betty's breasts. she was entranced. she'd never felt this way about another woman. the power continued to grow in her. she looked up at betty. betty had somehow figured out how to control the power. it was linked to sex. no, that's not right. not sex, but emotion. emotion fed the power, which in turn released it. she wanted to help betty, not because she needed the report done, she didn't care about that anymore. somehow, she cared for betty. molly concentrated, and continued staring at betty's breasts.

"yes. look at them. you like them, don't you," betty chided, "you want to touch them, to fondle them, to place your face in them, and suck on my nipples."

"yes," molly cooed. the energy continued to build. she needed to desire betty, if she was going to help her. she understood that now. molly continued to focus on the breasts. they started to shake.

"oh yes, that's it. focus your energy on my breasts. you like my breasts don't you."

"yes," molly replied, entranced by betty's bosom. the quivering continued. betty could feel energy focused on them, and then yelped. they were starting to grow again. the last of her seams on the right side popped open, and her skin was exposed.

betty reached her arm out, and placed her hand under molly's chin, so that their eyes would meet. a cold chill ran down betty's spine. she knew she was taking a risk, but this had to work if she ever wanted her body back.

"that's very nice, it feels good when you make my breasts bigger," she mewed. molly was putty in her hands, the energy rising even more. "but i really do need them smaller, just so i can finish up the report. you do want me to finish up the report, don't you?"

"yes," molly replied, confused. her head felt dizzy. vision still blurry. something inside her was saying to cause the breasts to grow, but another force was pervading, wanting the opposite reaction. the second force was winning. betty sighed out of relief as she noticed her breasts slowly deflating.

"oh yes, that feels so nice," betty smiled, while rubbing her breasts, "thank you so very much molly."

molly shook her head. this was wrong, everything was wrong. the power was fading again. she needed the scepter. she needed to recharge. betty, on the other hand, enjoyed the situation. it was working perfectly. in just a few moments, her breasts had shrunk down to about twice their original size, which was still quite a plentiful amount, but nothing she couldn't handle.

"wait," molly cried out. the breasts stopped shrinking. "you're using me."

"molly, please let me explain," betty interjected.

"what's going on here?" mr. richard's booming voice cascaded in from behind molly. molly gulped. what was he going to think? betty's breasts were twice as large as normal. her shirt was stretched and torn. the desk was in disarray from having a pair of large tits smash down on it and spread everything apart, and the computer was making a low annoying beeping, because the spacebar was jammed down.

"everything is fine here," molly stated while turning around to face mr. richard. betty stared down in astonishment. everything was fine. she looked at her desk. all the shuffled papers were in order. she reached down to her shirt. all the seams had been sewn back together. she glanced at the computer. the stuck key was fixed, and the monitor was showing a completely typed up report. even the coffee mug, which had been accidentally knocked over earlier, was back on her desk. betty's jaw dropped.

"well, betty," mr. richard's asked, "is everything ok here?"

"peachy," betty replied, in a bouncy way. then she noticed. her bra was still missing, and her breasts were still twice their usual size. mr. richard had noticed too, and his gaze fixated on her chest.

"so betty," mr. richard asked, his eyes still focused on her bosom, "do you have time to take dictation in my office?"

betty felt like retching, but managed to stifle the response. "i'm sorry mr. richard, i have to finish up max's report for molly here. i won't have any available time until after the lunch meeting."

"oh, i'm sure molly can handle it all by herself," mr. richard reprimanded.

"we're actually quite busy," molly stuttered. her confidence diminishing.

"yes, exactly. we're very busy, and what the hell is that?" betty screamed.

mr. richard spun around, and jumped back as two men rolling a gurney came rushing down the aisle towards max's office.

"oh, that's the ambulance, for ms. brookston, the sales lady. seems she's gone into labor," molly stated plainly.

"what?" mr. richard and betty exclaimed at the same time. molly just shrugged. some other coworkers started to gather around the area. one of the paramedics walked out of the office and looked at the crowd.

"all right everyone," he shouted, "we need to clear the area. just go back to work."

"excuse me," mr. richard spoke up, "i'm the boss of this company. what's going on?"

"listen. we have a very pregnant woman going into labor," the paramedic scolded mr. richard, "unless you want to help push this gurney, i suggest you just get out of the way."

molly slid into the space behind betty. mr. richard stormed back to his office. betty let out a sigh of relief.

"i thought you liked him?" molly asked, looking puzzled.

"that balding old leech. he's always trying to get his hands on me. if i didn't need this job so much, i'd do something about it," grumbled betty.

quickly, the gurney rolled out of the office with sandra. she hardly fit on it, and her breasts were spilling over the edges. at least they had the decency to cover her with a blanket, molly thought. max followed afterward. he was trying to say pleasant things to calm sandra down. max never finished getting dressed. he was still wearing his black leather vest, and had managed to put on his pants, but he was only wearing one shoe. he glared at molly as the parade strolled past the desk, and out the front door.

"wasn't that a bit excessive?" betty asked, after everyone had left.

molly shrugged. "i don't know. i don't have much control over it, as i said."

"good thing you didn't do that to me," betty sighed.

molly just winked, as she started to walk back to her own desk, "who says i won't."

betty gulped.

molly was glad to get back to her desk. she needed the recharge. she sat down in her chair, and reflected on what she had done. was it really so awful? betty wasn't as bad a person as she originally thought. maybe max and sandra weren't as bad as well, and the idea of being pregnant with eight children brought a bad pain to molly's own stomach. at least the magic will ensure she survives fine. she felt guaranteed of that. if nothing else, the scepter caused no permanent damage, she hoped, just because she wouldn't want any permanent damage done.

molly yawned. she wanted to sleep, but if she recharged, she wouldn't need to sleep. she reached down under the desk, putting her head on the table, and unintentionally closed her eyes. before she could even reach the long red and green box, she dozed off.

an hour had passed when a large ruckus woke her. she rubbed her eyes. everything was blurry. someone was shouting. it sounded like simon. molly needed the scepter. she reached under the desk. nothing was there. terror filled her. what if someone else had the scepter? she looked under the desk. there it was. at least the box was down there. she must have kicked it when she slept, knocking it further back. she crawled down onto her hands and knees to reach for it. more shouting in the background, it sounded like susan. molly stretched her arm as far as she could under the desk. the box was barely within reach, but she managed to slide it towards her.

"molly," a voice spoke out. it startled her, and she ended up banging her head on the bottom of the desk. molly looked up. betty was standing there. molly rubbed her head. it was sore.

"sorry about that," betty apologized, "i have the report all typed up right here."

she handed molly a small stack of papers. most of it was cursory notes, but it looked fairly complete. enough to present a reasonable record of max's latest accomplishments. the idea of having to give max's report still sucked, but he was down at the hospital now, so there was nothing she could do. molly sighed.

"and this is for you also," betty stated, giving molly a long stemmed rose. molly looked at it, then betty. this was too weird. she looked up into betty's eyes. they were soft and warm. molly wondered.

"oh, it's not from me," betty giggled, blushing. she pulled out a card, and handed it to molly. "it's from mark. i read the card. sorry. he wanted to say he had a good time this morning, and hopes you forgive him enough to see him later. he's feeling much better."

molly looked at the card, it was indeed from mark, and said what betty claimed it said. molly scratched her head. this was definitely an unusual day.

"if it was anything like what you did to me," betty grinned, thrusting her breasts out emphasizing their new largeness, "i'm sure he had a great time this morning."

"it was not like that," molly protested, "i just turned him into a balloon. that's all."

"uh huh," betty replied snidely, "and just where did you blow to inflate him?"

"why you!" molly snarled, mockingly.

betty put her hands up to protest, "i'm just playing with you. no harm done. you're a good kid. in fact, i'll do max's report for you."

"you would?" molly asked shocked.

"sure, who knows better than i what he's been up to?"

molly sighed, and looked down at her watch. "we still have some time left. i'm going to go freshen up."

"mind if i join you?" betty inquired.

molly looked at her uncomfortably. betty had always been the enemy, but now she was seeing a side of her that was different. betty wasn't the stuck up bitch that everyone in the office made her out to be, but a real human being. molly felt ill. she needed the scepter.

"i'll be along in a minute," molly stated, "i just need to get something from under my desk."

"ok," betty grinned, and bounded off towards the ladies room. molly watched her as she left, and could swear she was humming, but she couldn't really tell. she was too distracted by her bouncing breasts. molly sighed and pulled the box out from under the desk. yes, just what she needed. she reached in, and pulled the scepter out. immense energy flowed into her arm. she felt like she had grabbed an electric fence. power surged into her. she felt like she was glowing.. she was happy. her happiness was purged by an awful sound. the kind of sound caused by flesh hitting bone. almost a crack, but not quite, followed by weeping. susan was weeping.

"get up bitch," simon was shouting at her, "i said get your fat ass up!"

simon and susan had dated off and on for a little while now. their relationship wasn't a secret, nor was the fact that they were having difficulty, and being in the same department didn't help. molly had never before seen simon strike susan before, but suspected he was abusive, at least verbally. simon was clearly a foot and a half taller then molly, built out of solid muscle. susan, who was about the same height as molly, was on the floor crying. the computer on her desk was in several pieces. she was sobbing about someone putting live rodents in there, which is why she didn't have her report ready. simon didn't care. he raised his fist again.

"what the hell do you think you're doing?" molly shouted, storming over towards simon, after putting down the scepter. simon glared at molly, and realized where he was. he quickly regained his composure.

"i wasn't doing anything," he stated back. he wasn't afraid of molly, but this wasn't the right place for his actions.

susan was still weeping, and holding her cheek. little trickles of blood flowed down from beneath her left eye. her other hand was held out in front of her, prepared for another strike.

"you like to hit women, don't you," molly accused, shoving simon.

"what the hell?" simon shouted.

"you think just because you're bigger and stronger, you can do whatever you please," she scolded while pushing him again. simon fell back into a desk.

"listen molly, this has nothing to do with you, so go away."

"fuck you, i am a woman, and this has everything to do with me," she shouted at him, shoving him again.

"i've had enough of your shit," simon yelled back, and he swung at her with full force, but he never connected. at least not how he hoped. she had only raised her hand, catching his fist, stopping the punch.

"what the fuck?" he shouted out of amazement. no one had ever stopped his punches before, at least no one as small and weak as molly.

"lesson one," molly stated calmly, "careful who you strike, they just might be more powerful than you."

molly punched him in the gut with her right hand. simon flew up about a foot into the air, before landing down hard on the desk behind him. it creaked when he landed, and pieces of wood splintered off. he was in pain.

"lesson two," molly continued, "you strike one woman, you strike all women, and that is a force more powerful than you."

molly grabbed the back of simon's shoulder, and threw him to the ground. he landed on his arm, and a bone chilling snap was heard. simon was in serious pain.

"you broke my arm," he shouted, as he tried to get up, "you're going to pay for this, bitch."

"that's nothing," molly laughed, "before i'm done with you i'm going to castrate you, and shove your dick down your throat."

molly slammed her heel into simon's back, knocking him onto the floor again. another crunch was heard. she didn't really want to know what broke that time. he was struggling to get up, but her foot kept him easily pinned to the ground. she relished her power.

"stop. don't hurt him," shouted susan as she pushed molly off simon.

"too late for that," molly joked, looking down at the bleeding man. it looked like the ambulance would have to return for another trip today.

"darling," susan cried as she tried to cradle simon, but he shoved her away.

"get away from me, fat bitch," he shouted.

"look what you've done to him," scolded susan.

molly began to feel a little bit guilty. she was angry, but she acted a bit excessively, and hadn't solved anything. as soon as simon got better, he'd be madder then before, and would probably do some real damage. this wasn't teaching him anything, nor had it solved anything. she was beginning to feel bad.

"the problem as i see it, is there's a lack of understanding," betty spoke up. molly turned around. how long had she been standing there? did she see the whole fight?

"there's an old saying. to understand someone you need to walk a mile in their moccasins," she continued.

molly considered it for a second. it was precisely the answer she was looking for. it would solve everything. she grinned, but was disappointed she hadn't thought of it herself. she looked back at the couple lying on the floor.

"you're right," molly said to susan, "i was wrong in punishing him. it was bad of me, and i offer amends."

she raised her arm up. the energy flowed into it, and a bright stream of light covered the couple. she lowered her arm, and looked at the two. they were in perfect health, exactly the way they were before the fight ever began. the bruise under susan's eye had disappeared, and the bones in simon's arm had mending. everything was back to normal, almost.

simon looked down at his arm in amazement. he knew he had just gotten his ass kicked, and now was back to full health, but something still didn't fully sink in. he was angry at molly, and going to make her pay.

"you bitch," he shouted as he dove up towards her.

"stop," she whispered, raising her hand. he froze in mid-air.

susan stood up, and looked at simon, fearfully. he was just there, hovering over the ground, in a lunge position. she waved her hand over his face. his eyes blinked.

"well, that's one solution. turn him into a park fountain, now all you need is the water flowing out of his mouth," betty joked.

"oh hush," molly playfully chided back.

"maybe you could shrink him down, he'd make a great car hood ornament," betty continued. molly just turned around and glared at her.

"ok, ok, goddess at work, i'll hush," betty finished.

molly turned back to the couple, susan was focused solely on simon, and was softly stroking his hair. "please release him," she begged.

"i don't know, susan," molly shook her head, "he's already hit you once, and he definitely wants to strike me. i think i might just go with betty's idea, and shrink him down into a hood ornament."

simon's eyes widened. he wanted to protest, but his lips wouldn't move. he was stuck. susan protested for him, "oh please don't. he's a good man. really."

"well. i really don't know. if he promises never, ever to hit you again, i guess i can free him," molly stated, and then glanced up at simon, "do you promise?"

again simon tried to speak, but his lips still wouldn't move. he attempted to nod his head, but that didn't work either. out of desperation, he blinked several times rapidly.

"he could be saying yes," molly played, "but i don't really trust him. what do you think betty?"

"arm wrestle contest," betty replied.

"what?" molly questioned.

"you asked what i thought. that's what i think."

"between me and him?" molly asked, "i'd easily win, no contest."

"not between you and him, between him and susan," she replied.

"but he'd beat me," susan whined.

"then i guess we'd have to even the odds, winner takes all. great idea, betty," exclaimed molly, "knew i kept you around for something."

betty shrugged, causing her breasts to shake. she looked down, and enjoyed that, so she shrugged again. large breasts weren't that bad after all.

"oh, do stop playing with yourself," molly scolded. betty stopped, a bit embarrassed.

molly looked back at the couple, and snapped her fingers. simon fell out of the air, onto the ground. susan tried to help him up, but he shrugged her off.

"so you want me to have an arm wrestling competition," simon sneered, and then pointed, "with her?"

"yup," molly grinned, "just have a seat on either side of this desk over here, and we'll begin."

"and what do i get when i win?" simon jeered.

molly looked around, and thought about it for a second. she looked back at betty, who had returned to bouncing her breasts, and admiring them.

"betty," molly stated.

"what?" betty asked, noticing people were staring at her. she felt embarrassed again.

"no, no, no. you get betty if you win. she'll sleep with you."

"no i won't," betty protested.

"you still owe me a favor," molly noted.

betty gulped.

"and she will enjoy it thoroughly," molly added, looking back at simon. he was just grinning, and staring at betty's bosom. there was no doubt what thoughts were flashing through his head. betty raised her arms up to cover her chest, but it was too big to properly cover.

"that's not fair," susan spoke up, "he's going to win."

"sigh, you don't know that for sure," molly said, "this is going to be a fair wrestle after all."

"and how do you propose to manage that?" simon sneered.

"simple," molly exclaimed, locking the couples' right hands together, "by evening out your strength."

the shock that flowed into them scared them. simon wanted to release his grip, but molly held his hand tight. susan was just stunned. she felt the energy fill her. it wasn't unpleasant. simon watched as susan sat up in her chair, and then did a double take. she wasn't sitting up. she was growing. very rapidly, her shirt came untucked, as she finished growing to be the same height as simon. they both looked down at her right arm, which was bulging out slowly. within a matter of seconds, she was the same height and strength of simon.

"this isn't fair," simon protested.

"au contraire! it is quite fair. same size, same strength. it's an even challenge, in which either player can win," stated molly.

susan was still stunned. she lifted her left arm, and flexed it. she had muscles. she looked down, her large stomach had disappeared, yet her breasts remained prominently huge. she grinned. susan was enjoying this feeling.

"wow," she said, "i never realized."

"then begin," molly stated, releasing her grip, "winner takes all, loser ends up in susan's old shape."

simon's jaw dropped. this isn't what he had planned. he was supposed to easily win, and get betty. susan took advantage of his hesitation, and slammed his fist on to the table.

"i win," she shouted.

"no fair," simon whined, "i wasn't ready."

"best two out of three, susan?" molly asked.

susan stood up, towering over molly. she flexed her arm. it was so strong. her muscles bulged, straining to be free of her shirt. she looked down at her stomach, now exposed in the too short shirt. it was flat as a board. she reached down to her legs, and felt her calf. it was solid, not flabby. she looked back at molly.

"get real," she laughed.

"there you have it," molly said, "winner takes all."

"not fair," simon repeated, and he stood up. something wasn't right. he was about molly's height now, and susan loomed over him. he looked down at his arms. all the strength had left them, and was replaced with large flabby arms. he reached down to his belt. it was tight, and fat spilled out over the top of it. his clothes were not built for such a rapid transformation, and a few buttons had popped off his shirt.

"not fair," he protested again, as he got up to charge molly. susan stopped him with one hand. she stood right in front of him, and looked down into his eyes. he was staring right at her breasts, which were eye level for him.

"bitch," he shouted as he punched at susan. it didn't hurt. it didn't even sting. she looked down at where he struck. she had barely felt it. susan laughed heartily.

"do that again," she requested.

simon struck her again, out of anger, and again once more. susan stood there and laughed. for once, she was the stronger one, and she relished the feeling.

"oh dear, simon," she snickered, looking down at him. he was shaking out of fear. "whatever will i do with you? maybe the same thing you've done to me, and all your other girlfriends?"

susan laughed again. simon was clearly nervous. his eyes wide with fright. a distinct wet spot appeared at the front of his jeans. susan pointed and continued to laugh.

"we've created a monster," molly whispered to betty.

"he'll get no more then he deserves," she replied.

"i'm going to quite enjoy you, little man," susan sneered.

simon screamed, and fled. he ran as fast as his short, little, chubby legs could take him, which wasn't very fast. susan chased after him, and dragged him into mark's office. molly and betty watched until they heard the screaming subside into a muffled yelp.

"i wonder what she used to shut him up," molly asked.

"oh i don't know," betty responding innocently, while bouncing her chest, "but i know what i would have used."

"you're evil," molly reprimanded.

"not any more wicked than you," betty corrected, and then looked down at her watch, "time for the reports. it looks like it's just going to be you and me."

molly sighed, "after all that's happened today, i'm not in the mood for reports. i just wish mr. richard would go away."

"i'm sure you'd love to arrange that," betty giggled.

molly grinned back, "yes, yes i would, but first i need something."

molly walked back to her desk. the only person left was mr. richard, and he most of all deserved her judgment. she glanced around the office. everyone else was taken care of. she'd be surprised if this company still existed after today. she sighed. at least, for last days on the job, this was definitely one of the better ones. betty was still standing there, giggling. molly sighed again. her energy was fading, and she needed the scepter for what she had planned for mr. richard. she glanced at her desk. it was gone. she stepped back, and looked again, like that would make it reappear. nope, it was definitely not there. she looked down at the floor. not there either. molly panicked. it had mysteriously reappeared once. it might have just mysteriously disappeared. not now, molly thought, i need it most right now. betty looked over at her concerned.

"lose something?" betty asked.

"the scepter. i can't find it," molly shouted back, opening desk drawers, and closing them.

"would it happen to be a long, black scepter, with a jester's face on top?"

molly spun to face betty. she was giggling, standing there, holding the scepter.

"it's got a nice feel to it," betty joked, "almost electric."

molly's heart stopped. so that's why betty had been so nice to her. she wanted the power. molly needed to get that scepter back. she started to walk over toward betty.

"tut, tut, tut," betty reprimanded, "finders, keepers."

molly stopped. "please, can i have that back betty," she asked. molly still had some energy left in her, and could probably wrestle the scepter from her, but the odds were slim.

"now why would i do that? it's such a fun little toy," betty giggled, "i could enjoy this for hours. i know you have."

"please betty, it's dangerous," molly fibbed.

"oh get real, it hasn't hurt you yet," betty scolded back.

"give me the scepter now," molly commanded, trying to use the power to influence her.

"how about we make a little wager? you win. you get the scepter. you lose. well," betty paused, then giggled.

molly looked at her. she didn't like those odds. nor did she like what betty might have planned for her. anything could happen. luckily, betty never finished. mr. richard walked in.

"it's time for reports people. what do i need to do to get everyone into my office?" mr. richard shouted.

betty looked at molly, and then towards mr. richard, "i'm afraid susan and simon won't be able to make it to the reports. something came up."

mr. richard glared at her, and then looked at molly, "well then i guess it's just you. get into my office now."

"correction," stated betty, "i'll be handling max's report. i thought it would be too much for molly."

mr. richard looked at her and nodded, then headed back toward his office. molly just looked at betty. what was her game? she didn't need to do the report. she had the power right there in her hands. maybe she couldn't use it though. that was a happy thought. maybe the power only worked for molly. that's why it was on her doorstep. that's why she was given the scepter. molly grinned, and confidently walked towards betty.

"do you really believe that?" betty asked, as if she had read molly's mind. betty shook her finger. molly felt a pressure build in her chest. she looked down, and noticed it was growing.

"i shouldn't have to be the only large breasted female around here," betty grinned.

molly grabbed her blouse, and pulled the neckline open. her chest was getting bigger, quickly. she had seen it done, when she did it to other people, but to experience it was thoroughly frightening. it looked like someone had placed two balloons in her shirt, and turned on a valve full steam. they felt like water balloons. within moments, her blouse filled. her bra pulled tightly on her expanding tits. she grabbed at her chest, just as betty had at one time, in an attempt to contain it, but it still grew. the area between the buttons on her blouse spread apart, threatening to pop.

"betty please," she pleaded, in an all too familiar tone. her own victims used the same tone before she normally increased the pressure.

betty snapped her fingers, and the growth stopped. she grabbed her chest, reflexively, to judge the extent of what happened. she was nowhere near as big as betty was, but she was still quite large, considering her small frame.

molly looked up at betty and asked, "why?"

"just wanted you let you be on the receiving end. how does it feel?"

"i meant why did you stop?" molly corrected.

"oh. you want more?" betty asked surprised.

"no, that's not it. forget it, but thank you for being kind to me."

"who says i won't do more," betty mocked, imitating molly.

molly gulped, as betty turned and headed off to mr. richard's office. she looked down again at her chest. what would mr. richard think? two employees blooming so suddenly. molly knew what he'd think, and that thought disgusted her. she grabbed her breasts again. a shock of pleasure shot through her and she quite enjoyed it. something about having large breasts meant power, molly thought, and she liked that idea. molly grinned. betty turned around to see what was keeping molly.

"one second," molly stated, "i'll have to go to the bathroom to take off my bra."

betty snapped her fingers, and molly felt an odd bounce in her shirt as her bra suddenly disappeared.

"didn't want anything to hold you up," betty smirked, enjoying her pun. "now if you're done playing with yourself, it's show time."

molly didn't like the emphasis on the word 'show time', but followed betty into the office anyway. mr. richard was sitting at the head of the table. several vacant seats lined either side. one for each absent coworker, and a few to spare. a personal coffee machine was quietly brewing in the corner.

"won't you have a seat, darlings," mr. richard spoke. it sounded lewd how he stated it. molly complied, and sat in her usual chair, the one next to where max would sit. betty remained standing, and vacantly looked around the room. mr. richard ignored her. he was on the phone, oblivious to the world.

"well since it's only the three of us, i've canceled the usual lunch pizza," mr. richard said grimly, "and betty, since you're still up, can you get me a cup of coffee?"

molly felt her stomach rumble. normally at the monthly meetings, take-out of some kind was ordered. she was looking forward to it, not that it was a special event. it was just that she hadn't brought a lunch, nor were there any places within driving distance. molly felt glum. she wanted the scepter, just to zap mr. richard really well. she still felt some power within her, but she wanted to save it. at least until she knew betty's plans. she looked at betty. betty hadn't moved. she was just standing there glaring at mr. richard. he hadn't noticed. he was leering at betty's ample bosom.

"i'm still standing," betty explained agitatedly, "because i'm going to give my report first."

"oh, ok," mr. richard responded offhandedly, still entranced by her chest.

"and will you stop staring at my chest," betty shouted.

"buh," mr. richard replied shocked, "i was not. i was just waiting for you to start your report."

betty sneered, and moved to the marker board at the foot of the table.

"molly, would you get me my coffee," mr. richard asked, not looking at her eyes, but focusing about a foot lower. molly blushed. no man had ever glanced at her like that before. if it wasn't for the fact it was mr. richard, she could learn to enjoy it. molly humbly stood up. the coffee machine was on the other side of the table. she'd either have to walk all the way around, or brush past mr. richard to get to it. neither choice was appealing. she looked over at betty, for some sort of help, but she was busy drawing a picture on the marker board. molly shrugged, and decided to avoid mr. richard, and move around betty's side. betty was still drawing furiously. molly looked around quickly, for any sign of the scepter, but couldn't see it. maybe betty put it down in a chair. molly bent over to look.

"lose something ms. mulligan?" mr. richard asked sternly.

molly stood up quickly. she had thought she caught a glimpse of it. betty turned around and snarled at her. molly gulped, and hurried off to the coffee machine. she could feel mr. richard leering at her, as she poured his cup. it made her feel ill.

"here you go," she said meekly, as she handed him the cup. mr. richard took the opportunity to slide his hand behind her, and grope her rear. molly jumped.

"if you don't mind," betty shouted aloud, moving back so all could see the board.

"you, mr. richard," she paused, "are an ass!"

the picture was indeed of mr. richard, next to an equals sign, next to a donkey.

"what?" mr. richard stuttered, knocking over his coffee.

betty repeated herself, pointing to the pictures as she spoke, "you are an ass."

"what is the meaning of this?" mr. richard exclaimed, exchanging glances between betty and molly. molly shrugged innocently.

"it means that you are a worthless human being. you are one of the lowest forms of life to walk this planet. you treat women like servants. you ogle us, and grope us, whenever you like as if we were your sex toys. your employees are overworked and underpaid. you yourself don't do any work, and you pocket whatever money you can from the company, money that we should be getting. you're scum, plain and simple, and one day someone will put you in your place."

"you're fired!" mr. richard shouted at her.

"bing," betty chimed cheerfully, looking down at her watch, "guess what day it is?"

"get out of this building right now," he ordered her.

molly giggled, this was all too familiar.

"and you get out as well, ms. mulligan," he shouted.

molly was stunned. she knew this business probably wouldn't survive the day, but something about being fired had an awful tone about it, and it looked bad on a resume. she looked back at betty, who was grinning, and regained her composure. betty had something planned, so things weren't all bad. molly peered back at mr. richard and grinned.

"you know molly," betty spoke up, "since this is our last day, maybe we should give mr. richard something to remember us by."

betty reached down and gently caressed her tits. her eyes gazed down, and she slowly licked her lips. it was quite erotic, and stirred something within molly. twice in one day, molly thought, maybe it was time to rethink her sexuality. molly chuckled, and reached for her own breasts as well. mr. richard was flabbergasted.

"what are you two doing?" he shouted.

"since we won't be working for you anymore," betty spoke in a sultry tone, "we want to give you a going away present to remember us by."

betty moved her hands down to her thighs, and rubbed her crotch.

"wouldn't you like us to give you a present?" she asked.

mr. richard nodded, and brushed his hand over his head, patting down the few hairs he had.

"i might consider forgetting what has happened at this meeting, and letting you two stay on with this company, if you're nice," he grinned.

molly licked her lips seductively, and undid her top button. mr. richard grabbed his tie, and loosened it.

"wouldn't you prefer us to be naughty?" betty giggled, sliding her hands back up her side, to her chest.

"yes," mr. richard declared, while pulling off his tie.

molly placed her hands on the table, showing off her cleavage. she pressed her arms together, and her breasts seemed to jump forward, pulling her buttons further apart.

"wouldn't you like this beautiful chest, mr. richard?" she asked seductively.

"or how about this warm pussy?" betty added, reaching back down to her crotch.

"yes," he cried out. this was exciting. he could feel his dick pressed tightly in his pants, wanting to be released from its prison. he wanted both these women, right now.

the two ladies looked at each other, knowingly. they smiled, then turned back to face mr. richard.

"then you shall have then," betty cooed, and snapped her fingers.

a jolt shot through mr. richard, sparking through every nerve. he doubled over. something wasn't right. he stood up. the two women were still there, giggling like children. mr. richard felt odd. he should be furious, but something felt out of place. he was scared.

"what did you do to me?" he cried out in a high, squeaky voice. he grabbed his throat. his voice was going.

"i only gave you what you want. what you asked for," betty replied.

"but, but, but," mr. richard stuttered. his voice sounded feminine. he looked down. his chest was noticeably larger, and growing. he reached for his crotch. his member was missing. not flaccid, just not there. he screamed.

"i don't know," molly said, "he doesn't make a very pretty girl. he's still balding, and that mustache has to go."

betty sighed, and snapped her fingers again. a jolt passed through mr. richard again. the shock flared through his body, causing him to double over again. he felt the changes as they raced through his body. he reached up to his head. his hair was growing at a tremendous rate, curly and fine. he looked at the two women. they looked taller, and he screamed again. he was shrinking. his hands passed quickly over all parts of his body. everything was changing.

"bigger breasts, bigger breasts," molly chanted.

betty grinned and snapped her fingers. molly felt a tug at her own blouse, and looked down. she was growing again, rapidly.

"not me, him," she screamed.

betty feigned surprise, "sorry."

molly's chest stopped expanding. her second button was stretched to the limit, and threatened to pop. she would need new clothes after all this. she glared back at betty, who was ignoring her, and then looked back at mr. richard. he didn't look like a he anymore. his hair had grown back, long and curly. his arms, which were once flabby, were thin and dainty. his paunch had disappeared, and he was sporting a cute hourglass figure, wide hips, thin belly, and large breasts, almost as large as molly's had grown. he screamed again, and ran from the room.

"another satisfied customer," betty chirped up. molly just sighed.

betty looked at her, "and what's up with you? i thought that was a fitting punishment."

"it's not that," molly stated, depressed, "its just all this excitement has made me horny."

betty looked at her, and then gazed down toward her chest, "and just what are you going to do about it."

molly blushed. something about betty aroused her. she had never tried anything with another woman, but wasn't prudish about it. she just wanted something long and hard thrust into her.

"too bad we got rid of all the good men," she lamented.

"oh not all of them," betty grinned. she turned toward the door. arnold was standing there, looking at the two. he gulped and ducked back out.

molly also grinned as wicked thoughts flashed through her head.

"first one to catch him gets dibs," molly said as she started to run to the door.

"aren't you forgetting something?" betty asked.

molly turned back. betty was standing there, thumping the scepter in her hand menacingly. molly gulped.

"i do owe you a favor. maybe i should return this."

"really?" molly asked surprised.

betty wanted to say no, like in the commercials, but decided against it.

"yes, really. it is yours after all," she answered, "friends?"

molly reached for the scepter. "friends," she replied. a shock flowed out, into both of them. it was warm, and soft, unlike before. molly shivered. it was weird. she felt a new appreciation for betty. maybe it was the magic. maybe it was real. she smiled and looked into betty's eyes. she had found a new soul mate.

"good, then you won't get upset if i catch him first," betty spoke as she dashed for the door, leaving the scepter with molly.

"hey, he's mine," molly called out as she chased after betty.

arnold had a good head start, and had dashed down the stairs, and into the mailroom before molly even made it out of the office. he slammed the door, locked it behind him, and gasped a breath of relief.

molly was the first to reach the office, despite betty's head start. betty was having difficulty with her new endowments, and kept crashing into things. she even knocked over the water cooler. molly tried the door handle. it wouldn't turn.

"what's going on?" betty asked as she finally caught up to molly. her chest was heaving greatly, as she tried to slow her breathing down. the chase had left her slightly winded.

"he's locked the door," molly cooed, feigning being upset, "i guess he's just afraid of two defenseless little ladies like ourselves."

betty sighed, "men. they lust after bodies like ours, and then run when they get the chance. have you tried knocking?"

"i just got here," molly shrugged.

betty took the lead, and rapped upon the wooden door twice.

"who's there?" replied a voice from inside.

molly giggled. the perfect opportunity for a knock-knock joke, and she was fresh out of ideas. instead she shouted back, "just let us in arnold, we need something."

the handle jiggled, and there was a slight click, before the door cautiously opened outward. arnold poked his head out to look at the two women. his eyes lowered immediately to their massive chests.

"what is it, ms. mulligan?" he gulped.

"well, if you haven't noticed we've been experiencing some difficulties," betty butted in, and then jutted out her chest.

"yes," molly continued in dumb blonde fashion, "we seem to have a problem with our outfits. they seem to have shrunk."

"or our breasts could have grown," betty added, twirling a finger in her hair.

arnold gulped again, and nodded.

"anyway, that's what we need you for," molly said, opening the door all the way.

arnold backed up, and the two women walked in to the mailroom. betty closed the door, and quickly locked it. molly placed the scepter down on a nearby countertop.

"i don't understand," arnold gasped, "why me?"

"well, this is the mailroom," molly continued, scanning around the room, "you must have a scale in here somewhere."

"a scale? what?" arnold fumbled.

"yes, a scale. something to weigh these with," betty stated, lifting up her breasts with her hands, "i know how much they're supposed to weigh, and if they're heavier then they must have grown."

"well they are a lot bigger than they were earlier," arnold said, transfixed on betty's chest.

"really?" betty acted surprised, holding her tits up towards arnold's face, "you were looking at them earlier?"

"no!" arnold denied, backing up from the women. they continued to walk towards him.

"oh, why not?" molly whined, reaching over and squeezing betty's left tit, "i think they're rather lovely. i know i'd love to see them."

"ok," betty giggled. she reached down and grabbed the bottom of her turtleneck. slowly, tantalizingly, she raised the shirt, exposing her belly.

"oh darn," betty shouted, "my breasts do seem bigger. i can't get the bottom of my shirt over them."

"too bad it's not a button down like mine," molly chided, "this is easy to take off."

molly grabbed her shirt, and quickly pulled it open to prove her point. buttons popped off and flew everywhere. arnold gasped at the size of her exposed tits. molly giggled, and shivered as a cold breeze passed over her front. quickly her nipples grew hard like two long thumbs.

"i feel chilly," molly exclaimed, as she began to rub her hands over her large surfaces, "could you help warm me arnold?"

arnold was in shock. he had a few girlfriends in the past, but none as buxom as these two ladies, and none as forward. he just stood and stared at molly's naked chest.

"maybe we're just too much for him," betty spoke up, breaking the silence.

"you're right, let's go find us a real man," molly replied, and the two girls turned to leave.

"wait," arnold shouted in desperation. he really had no clue what to do. well he had a clue, but it was too much for him to imagine. he knew he didn't want molly and betty to leave though. the two girls ignored his plea and continued.

"oh drat," betty scolded as she attempted to turn the handle, "it seems to be stuck."

"oh my," molly replied raising her arm to her forehead, "we could be trapped in here for hours. whatever will we do?"

both ladies looked back at arnold, then turned back and shook their heads.

"i know," betty chirped up as she moved closer towards molly, "i can truly repay that favor i owe you."

"we've already settled that," stated molly uncomfortably.

"well then, i can at least help you keep warm," betty cooed as she placed her hands upon molly's chest.

"what are you two doing?" arnold screamed in panic.

betty licked her lips, and slowly rubbed her right hand in slow circles around molly's left tit. molly softly moaned, enjoying the experience. her own hand moved over to betty's breast, and started to rub gently.

"ms. mulligan, you can't do that in here!" arnold complained.

"watch us," molly replied, and then pulled betty's lips tightly against her own in a moist embrace. it felt like tingles of electricity raced through their bodies. betty pulled away and gasped for air. molly moaned slightly. it felt good.

"betty," arnold pleaded to deaf ears. she was relishing the experience, and kissed molly again. her tongue darted deeply into molly's mouth, exploring every inch. molly moaned again, as she slid her hand down from betty's breast to her crotch.

"this is better than i imagined," molly gasped, as betty moved down to nibbling on her neck.

arnold stared at the two women. his own hand had grasped his groin. he had seen women in movies before make out, but to have them in the same room was different, exciting. he could feel his orgasm build. betty continued her trek down molly's smooth body, and latched tightly to her nipple. molly cried out in pleasure.

molly slammed her fist against the wall. "i want you now," she shouted.

"too bad you still have clothes on," betty cooed. she was right. even though molly was effectively topless, her shirt completely unbuttoned, exposing her breasts, her stockings and skirt were still in the way, not to mention her shoes.

"fuck it," molly screamed, and there was a flash of light. arnold blinked. both ladies now were completely naked. their clothes were nowhere to be seen.

"effective," betty snickered.

"shut up, and put that tongue to better use," molly commanded. betty nodded meekly, and bent down to lick molly's lower region. molly gasped, and clutched her own nipples tightly. betty's tongue moved like fire, as if she had done this before. molly was amazed. it was better than any man had done to her before. betty knew just where to lick to intensify the experience. molly twisted her nipples as the warmth flowed through her. she shuddered. it wasn't the same as a man's dick, but it was just as good. arnold just gasped and pulled down his pants. he was rubbing his dick really hard.

"god, yes," molly cried out, as betty continued her onslaught on molly's cunt. she was in heaven. the world had faded. all she could feel was intense pleasure. this was the best day of her life. fuck the company. this is all she wanted, and she wanted it to last forever.

"don't stop," she screamed, and there was another flash, as bright as before. molly gasped as betty's efforts doubled. she felt her orgasm coming quick. molly grasped betty's back, and scratched her claws down it, leaving red traces. the warmth spread throughout her. she shuddered as the intense pleasure filled her, overpowering her. wave after wave struck her. all she could do was grunt as seizures filled her body. arnold was lost in his own bliss. his spray covered a pile of unsorted letters.

betty happily sucked down molly's juices as they ran past her cheeks. maybe it was the effect of the scepter, she thought, but it was the best thing she ever tasted. she couldn't stop if she wanted to.

"oh yes," molly cried, as she slowly returned to consciousness. she felt the tingling from down below as betty continued to suck away. this was definite bliss, she thought. she looked down at betty, and realized betty was captive to her task. molly was in a quandary. it felt so good, but betty should get some pleasure as well. she looked over at arnold, who was still rubbing his now empty rod.

"arnold, be a dear and make better use of that," molly purred as she rubbed her fingers down betty's back.

"um, i'm spent," arnold sheepishly admitted.

"then let me loan you a wad," molly grinned as she snapped her fingers, "so that you can make a deposit over here."

arnold gasped as he felt new life stir down below. he grasped his dick in his hands. it was growing, more so than usual. he wrapped his other hand around it. it was twice as thick and long as usual. he was amazed at the size. molly moaned. betty had begun to speed up again.

"now arnold, don't be shy. betty here is giving me intense pleasure. the least you could do is help me by returning the favor to her," molly cooed.

arnold rushed over to betty's rump. bent over, licking molly, her ass was sticking straight up in the air. arnold wondered for a second how her arms could support her for so long, but she seemed to have the energy. he looked down at her tantalizing butt. it was round, emphasizing her waft waist. he could see her own moist cunt, inviting him, between her legs. he carefully lifted his cock to her pussy lips. betty gasped.

"just shove it in," molly cried, as the warmth started to flood her again.

arnold shoved hard. he was amazed. he was a nice build before, and being double the size, it surprised him to see his dick disappear so easily into betty. she cried out in a muffled whimper, and lost her balance. betty stumbled to the floor, with arnold on top of her.

molly screamed as she was shaken back to reality, "this will not do. how do those movies make it look so easy?"

"maybe if i had some support?" betty suggested.

"then let you gain support, from that which you have given support to," molly riddled, and snapped her fingers.

betty felt a tingling in her chest, and slowly rose off the ground. she gasped. arnold bent over, pulling out slightly to see what was happening. pink flesh, which had only slightly poked out on either side, was now spreading out further. betty had experienced this once before, in front of her computer, but now her breasts were growing quicker, while pressed against a cold tile floor. she shivered, pushing herself back down on arnold's cock. they both gasped. molly licked her lips, and betty quickly rose up to the proper level to finish her job. betty's breasts looked like two over stuffed beanbags.

"continue," molly ordered, as she snapped her fingers. arnold began pumping in and out of betty's pussy, as betty restarted licking molly's clitoris. molly smiled. it was definitely a good day.

several hours had passed before molly looked at what time it was. she had lost herself in the pleasure, as had the other two. despite the magic, arnold was spent, and collapsed onto the marble floor, falling asleep. betty was still at it, licking away, when molly realized what she had done. she snapped her fingers, freeing betty from her enslavement.

betty stood up. her breasts covered her front completely, all the way down to her thighs, yet remained perky and full. "wow," she gasped.

"do you like the new look?" molly quipped.

"they're so huge," betty stated amazed. she reached her hands out to rub them, and couldn't reach her nipples.

molly chuckled, "i like it. all you need is a collar, and you'd make the perfect toy."

betty stuck her tongue out, and made a rude noise.

"sigh, you're no fun," molly gripped, snapping her fingers.

a flash of light filled the room. both ladies returned to the way that they looked before they had entered the mailroom. betty's breasts had shrunk back down to the more manageable size she had earlier, and their outfits were restored. the sweet smell of sex still lingered though.

"what about him?" betty asked, pointing to the prone arnold.

"leave him be, i think he'll like the new gift, and i'm sure he'll find a nice lady who'll like it as well."

"so what now?" betty asked.

"i don't know about you, but i'm through with this place for today. i'm going home, and taking a nice, long bath," molly sighed.

betty looked up at molly, then back down to the ground. in a soft voice she asked, "so, if it's not much trouble, can i touch the scepter one more time?"

"sure," she replied, holding the scepter out toward betty. tingles of electricity flowed out, into betty. she wanted to just grab the scepter and run, but her conscience won out, and she let go.

"so what are you going to do tonight?" molly asked.

"just go to the clubs, and use that last bit of energy to get lucky," betty winked.

both girls laughed, and went their separate ways.

molly arrived home safely, and proceeded with her plans. she filled the tub with hot water, and eased into it. she left the scepter on the side of the tub. she relaxed as she thought about the day. it still puzzled her how the scepter ended up on her doorstep, and how it accomplished all that it had. it was weird. no, it was more than weird. it was just plain bizarre. what was she going to do tomorrow? should she even try to go to work? would anyone be there? did it all really happen, or had she gone insane?

she looked down at the scepter. it was still there, looking rather innocent, yet at the same time naughty. molly hadn't noticed before, but it sort of resembled a dildo. she giggled. maybe she was horny. she still needed to feel a man thrust in to her. she could go out and find one. she looked back at the scepter. something was different. now it definitely looked like a dildo, a large black leather dildo, with a jester's face where the balls should be. his cheeks were puffed out, and his lips closed. molly gasped. had the expression on the jester changed before? she never noticed. on a lark, she stroked her hand down the base of the scepter, and watched the face. the scepter seemed to throb to her touch. molly shook her head.

"i may be horny," she spoke to the scepter, "but a dildo by itself just isn't enough for me. i need a man."

on command, the face moved, stretching away from the rest of the scepter. it was forming a torso. quickly arms and legs sprang from the sides, as the face grew to the size of a normal human's. within seconds, a black leatherbound man with the face of a jester stood before her. he was tall, and muscular, just as molly had imagined him to be.

"perfect," molly purred, "except for the face. can you try a different one?"

the man pulled the jester's mask off to reveal arnold's face. was it really arnold, molly wondered, or had this specter chosen that form? the body and build were larger than arnold's. molly shrugged. she didn't care. she just wanted a good fuck. she stood up in the tub, and the man carried her off to the bedroom.

molly awoke the next morning, very groggy. she felt like she had a hangover, and her vision was blurry. what a weird dream, she thought.

"skeeter," she cried, "where are my glasses?"

a soft meow came from the living room. molly sat up on the side of the bed. something heavy on her chest startled her. she opened her eyes wide. her breasts were huge. no wait, that's how big they were yesterday, she thought, but that's not how big they're supposed to be. then it dawned on her. it wasn't a dream. all of it really did happen. so, where's the scepter?

she grabbed a robe, and started fishing around the room. no luck, she needed her glasses. she went out to the living room. next to her cat were her glasses. she put them on.

"thanks skeeter," she whispered, patting the cat on the head, "now if only you could find mommie's scepter."

skeeter hoped off the sofa, and ran towards the door. molly blinked. was the scepter back outside? she rushed to the door and opened it. skeeter sniffed at the door and ran back inside. nothing was out there. well, nothing but the morning paper. molly sighed, and brought the paper inside. the date read april second.

"well," she spoke to no one, "it all started after reading yesterday's horoscope. let's see what today's brings."

she opened it to that section and read it, "do unto others, as you wish to return back to you. your lucky number is twenty four."

molly shivered. that didn't sound good. especially everything she had done yesterday. at least she didn't hurt anyone, she consoled herself, as she went off to take a shower.

the water from last night's bath was still in the tub. she flipped the switch, draining it out, and then hopped into the hot shower. something was still nagging her. she felt a pang in her gut. guilt? she wondered. she inflated mark, then deflated him, and he enjoyed the experience. betty liked her breasts, and arnold most likely enjoyed his gift. most of the people she affected liked it, except for the boss, but then, molly didn't change the boss. molly felt another pang. it wasn't her gut. it was her tummy. her eyes widened, as she reached her hands to her belly. something was going on. it was sandra. molly had made her pregnant with eight children. maybe this is the price for using the staff. then it clicked. yesterday's horoscope said, "beware the rule of three."

that which you send out comes back three fold. today's horoscope read, "your lucky number is twenty four." molly gasped. it can't be. she looked down, and sure enough, her tummy was slowly expanding. she could feel movement, lots of movement inside.

molly jumped out of the shower, and covered herself with her bath robe. it barely wrapped around her front, and she knew that it wouldn't cover her for long. her belly continued to expand. molly was panicked. she didn't know what to do. the telephone rang.

molly ran over and picked it up. pieces of cat food had dried to the phone. "hello," she shouted into the receiver.

"molly, it's me, betty," a masculine voice spoke back, "something is really wrong."

a masculine voice? molly pondered. betty was the one who changed the boss into a lady. this must be her payment. molly reached down, and grabbed her tummy. her robe had come undone, and she was still expanding. she could feel slight movement inside.

"it's the scepter," molly replied, "exacting its own form of payment."

"why didn't you tell me this could happen yesterday?" the man shouted back.

"betty, i don't have time for this, i'm going to be going into labor soon," molly huffed. her belly continued to grow, yet it was nowhere near as large as sandra's had reached.

"how many?" the voice on the other end gasped.

"i think twenty four. just get over here fast," molly panted as she hung up the phone. a noise, almost a whisper caught her attention. sitting in the garbage was a small long box covered in red and green wrapping paper. it was open, and empty. molly moved closer, and thought she heard laughter coming from the empty case. her belly continued to expand.

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