Compounding the Issue, Part VII

by Dan Standing

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Shared Benefits

Jenna had never been so happy to walk through campus. The stark shadows cast by the lamp posts accentuated the deep cleavage trying to burst its way out of the borrowed dress. Men and women alike stared as the happy brunette strutted towards the off-campus row of frat houses. She was pretty certain her bouncing bounty had caused a passing biker to slam into a parked car.

The smell of pot and alcohol hung heavy in the air at the party. It was immediately clear that most everyone had been partying for some time before Jenna arrived. Not concerned with getting high or drunk, Jenna only wanted to find Joy – and she was rewarded with a scene that seemed out of a movie. As Jenna entered the Kappa house and began to look for her roommate-turned-lover the crowd of drunk and gawking college partiers split aside. There was a clear path now between her and the buxom blonde.

Jenna’s mouth fell open. Joy had purchased a blue, backless mini-dress. She had been facing away when Jenna first spied her, and Joy’s impossible chest swung into view as she turned. The material down her front was clearly intended to be light and ruffled, but thanks to all the extra flesh Joy had up top the blue fabric was stretched nearly to its limits. A few bracelets, a pair of very high heels, and her blonde hair falling just right around her shoulders finished the look. Joy locked eyes with Jenna, smiled, and motioned her over.

You look amazing!” they both giggled, making small claps.

Where’s Jon?” Jenna asked, looking around. She was clearly flushed, her body betraying how much she wanted to grab Joy then and there. But doing so now would ruin the impact they wanted to have on the man. “I’m not sure how long I can control myself.”

I just sent him to get me a-”

Wow, ladies, you look incredible.”

Jenna and Joy turned to see Jon standing with a red plastic cup in each hand. He was dressed in a matching t-shirt, jacket, and slacks. The material hugged him in all the right places, and only a few hours earlier that day the look would have driven both girls to soak their panties.

But his visage had no effect on either of them now.

And they weren’t wearing panties, anyway.

Oh, hey Jonny,” Joy pouted, “We have something we wanted to tell you.”

Oh yeah?” Jon smiled. A small group of partiers around them had begun to watch the trio. The girls’ outfits were already all that was needed to attract attention, but rumors of the roommates’ breast expansion had already spread through the jock and hottie grapevine. Quite a few people were eager to see if the best was yet to come.

It was, but not even Jenna and Joy knew that yet.

Yeah,” Jenna answered Jon, allowing her body to dip a bit so he could see down the front of her dress, “We wanted to tell you we found ourselves a bedmate for the evening.

Oh yeah?” Jon repeated, the enthusiasm in his voice barely contained. It was still clear that he thought they were talking about him. His chest was puffed up, and he was glancing around at all the people he thought were going to witness the greatest score of his college career. “Who is it?”

She is,” Joy and Jenna replied simultaneously. And they began making out in front of everyone.

Jon wasn’t sure how to react at first. As he had been prepared to learn more about the sexiest threesome he could possibly imagine, most of his blood had rushed from the top head to the bottom. Since his expectations had been shot down in a less-than-clear fashion that was also immediately followed by a lesbian make-out session, it took him a moment to realize the kissing women didn’t intend for him to join them. His first thoughts were about how his rock hard cock felt, not how he may have just been humiliated.

But it was when Joy’s lips started to merge with Jenna’s, and her head started to push down towards Jenna’s cleavage, that the power of speech returned to Jon.

What the fuck?”

Thanks to the relationship spell Jenna and Joy weren’t even aware of an issue. All they knew was that they were sharing an incredible kiss, when an absolutely amazing sensation fell over them. Joy felt her mouth start to fuse with Jenna’s – and it felt wonderful. She instinctively moved towards Jenna’s breasts, more and more of her head merging with the other woman’s chin, then neck. Jenna, overwhelmed with a feeling of a pleasurable intimacy like none she had never known before, threw back her head and gasped as Joy’s face, all the way back to her ears, pushed into her chest.

Joy knew she was being sucked into Jenna’s body. It was a warm, loving feeling. It felt like everything that lead up to great sex and great sex at the same time. Her body was being pulled out of her dress and flowing into Jenna’s tits, inflating them, but not at an equal rate to how much of Joy’s body was being taken in. Absorbed up to her ribs, Joy could feel some of her flesh moving to enhance Jenna’s ass and her legs, making her slightly taller and toned.

But most of her was being taken in to Jenna’s growing titties.

As Joy’s breasts were absorbed into her Jenna found herself finally needing real support. She pushed past Jon, who backed up well clear of her. Joy’s dress fell to the floor while the seams of Jenna’s split as she threw her arms to the wall. She watched the crack of her roommate’s ass line up perfectly with the split of her own breasts, and in a few moments Joy’s legs and feet slipped into each boob. This was accompanied by Jenna’s dress tearing down the sides. Jenna’s breasts now hung free and proud.

There was nothing left of Joy. Not physically at least. Inside Jenna’s chest the remains of Joy’s consciousness took up residence. She’d never felt so warm, so happy, so loved. The spell was designed to make them find happiness and love each other each time the dynamic of their relationship changed, so now Jenna and Joy deeply adored the fact that Joy had become, mostly, Jenna’s own round flesh.

Each of Jenna’s tits had gained at least six inches from Joy, probably more. Watermelons were no longer an appropriate point of comparison for them – ovular beach balls, maybe? It didn’t seem like there was anything more to do at the Kappa house now. While Jenna’s dress was destroyed there was a chance that Joy’s dress could still stretch far enough to get them back to the dorm room. Jenna pushed the remains of her clothes down her enhanced body and picking up Joy’s dress from where it had fallen.

Jon seemed to be the only one completely panicked by what he had just seen. Everyone else had cheered and hooted, either believing it to be yet another crazy stunt or just being too high/drunk/both to really register what had just happened. Jon just backed up and ran away in horror while the rest of the partiers returned to their own cliques once it was clear that Jenna was getting dressed and the show was over.

Joy could not believe how good it felt to bounce around and bobble as Jenna walked, bent down, and came up again. Jenna could not believe that she now had the strength to do all of that with a straight back – she figured some of Joy had gone to enhancing the required muscles, which was true. Joy shuddered with delight as the blue dress was pulled on over her. The material was stretched beyond the fashionable point, but not beyond its ability to hold in Jenna’s Joy tits.

With their job at the Kappa house completed Jenna started her way back to the dorm. The blue dress had much less support than anything Jenna had ever worn before, but she didn’t need it thanks to her enhanced back. Joy hummed and bobbed in silent – but building – pleasure.

As she walked Jenna was once again thrilled by the glances she was getting. She was looking forward to getting back to the dorm and really enjoying her Joy breasts, but the dynamic of their relationship had changed even more – Jenna felt the desire to fuck a man starting to creep back into her mind. After all, Joy was a part of her now, so Jenna could pursue physical relationships with men once again.

But then something unexpected happened. It started when Jenna caught another guy staring at her breasts as she approached the dorm. At first Jenna just blushed and felt good about being so attractive. But then a thought struck her. Yes, technically these were her boobs. But now they were also another woman; Joy. So when a guy was staring at them, were they really staring at Joy, not Jenna? Were their looks derived only from an attraction to what Joy now was? Not the parts that made up Jenna? If she took this guy to bed would he just want to titty fuck her and ignore the rest of Jenna’s body?

A strange pang of jealousy struck the brunette.

And warmth overtook her chest.

Jenna stumbled down the hall of the dorm as she tried desperately to carry her tits in her hands. Inside them Joy was cumming over and over again as she felt herself expanding, the feeling of wet hot clay filling her. But this wasn’t just Jenna growing from the spell she had first cast on herself; she now had her first spell and Joy’s acting on her. Jenna’s breasts were growing while simultaneously trying to outgrow themselves.

Jenna finally had to release her breasts as five inches of new volume was surpassed. Her hands were needed to cling to the wall as she tried to remain upright. They pulled hard on her as gravity took them; the weight being rapidly added to her upper body outpacing the ability of her new muscles to support it. There was no longer anything that could act as a natural size comparison for the scale of her titties. They’d pushed aside the blue fabric that had once contained them and were hanging to her navel. A gasping Jenna was thankful that no one was in the hallway to see her toplessness.

It had had been nearly impossible to unlock the door to her room, since she couldn’t see the lock. Once the door finally clicked open Jenna stumbled in, struggled to close it again, and then collapsed forward onto her bed. She’d not even had a chance to turn on the lights, using the brief glint of light from the hallway and the various power strip LEDs to find her way.

Joy mentally gasped in pleasure as her enormous expanse bounced onto the mattress. She could feel Jenna leaning against her, trying to catch her breath. There were parts of Joy that were sore from being stretched and knocked around, but overall she felt more pleasure than pain. Jenna’s heavy breaths were rocking her wonderfully into the sheets.

Leaning against her finally-support-gigantic-titties Jenna just breathed for a while. As her exhaustion and aching started to fade away the intimate joys that Joy was feeling slowly overtook Jenna’s mind. She let the dress fall away from her and carefully climbed into the bed, pulling herself to a kneeling position behind her chest. As she repositioned herself the sheets rubbed on her enormous underboob and Jenna felt her slit seriously dripping.

Oh…Joy…” Jenna sighed, running a hand over each mam and kissing them. She could just reach her fingers to a nipple. Gripping it was difficult, but she could run her tips up and down the shaft of the hardened teat. Jenna and Joy shared a little pre-orgasmic shudder, and Jenna slid her other hand under her breasts and between her legs. There it found a very wet bit of femininity.

Jenna bit her lip and let a little gasp escape as she plunged her fingers into herself. While two filled her needy dripping void her thumb found her clit. Joy could not directly feel the delight between Jenna’s thighs, but she could feel a general bliss emanating from her host. In addition to that, as Jenna’s work down below became more harried and urgent, the hand working her breasts also doubled its speed.

Soon both Jenna and Joy were shuddering and cumming. As Jenna’s muscles started to relax, and wonderful afterglow took her, the fully human roommate let her body slide backwards and to the side. She curled her legs up and spooned the breasts that had once been her friend, and both girls found a deep sleep waiting for them in the impossible embrace.

to be continued…

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Compounding the Issue, Part VI

by Dan Standing

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New Ground

Jenna arrived back at the dorm to find it empty. She pulled off her completely defeated blouse and once again examined her breasts. She lifted them up, and could brush her cheeks against the upper curves. A light smell of her own sweat wafted from them, a scent that Jenna did not find entirely distasteful. Her thighs were fidgeting and squeezing together a little. All the rubbing to her nipples and titty skin was creating quite a fire down below. Jenna released her breasts, letting them slap down against her. The slight pain from gravity’s tug helped push back the need between her legs.

She was just about to start looking through Joy’s clothes when she heard someone keying into the room. Terrified that it was Kora Jenna grabbed her blouse and tried to cover herself, but let her arms drop as she saw Joy enter.

As the door closed they got a look at each other.

What the fuck did you do to yourself?” they both said, simultaneously.

Me?” Jenna was the first to respond, “You know what I did, I cast a spell for bigger breasts! Which was not something you needed! What did you do?”

Well,” Joy sighed, not seeing the point in lying because of the second spell she’d cast, “I was afraid you’d end up bustier and smarter than me, and I couldn’t handle that, so I cast a spell that would make me grow every time you did.”

What? Why would you?” Jenna’s anger at what felt like a betrayal was rising up faster than she could fully process it, “I just wanted to be a little more desirable, but you had to…go and…”

Jenna’s tirade faded off as Joy’s other spell acted on them, eliminating any cause for jealousy or feelings competitive underachievement. Before now neither woman had ever considered a member of their own sex attractive.

Now they couldn’t imagine being attracted to anyone else.

Fuck, your titties look delicious.”

I need to feel your skin against mine!”

In a flash Jenna and Joy were embraced. It was difficult, since their breasts took up so much room, but with a little bending they managed to get their lips to meet in a sloppy French kiss. They both worked to get Joy’s sweatshirt off, and as they moved to the nearest bed each girl shimmied their bottoms and panties to the floor.

A heavy scent of womanly musk was released into the room from both of them.

Amidst the sheets they were an awkward flailing of limbs and boobs. When nipples weren’t being squeezed between fingers at least one of the roommates had a teat between their lips. For the first time their hands felt the smooth, soft skin of a woman, moving from shoulders to hips to ass, pulling each other as tightly against themselves as they could.

I need…I need your tongue on my clit!”

And I need mine on yours!”

The weight of their massive breasts made assuming the sixty-nine a challenge. When it became clear that doing it on their sides wasn’t an option Joy rolled onto her back. Her boobs barely pooled out to the edges of her ribs, retaining much of their round curve. Jenna had to lift her leg high to get it to the other side of her lover’s body, and as she settled down atop her Joy actually had to nestle Jenna’s lower body into her cleavage in order to reach the brunette’s dripping slit. Jenna’s breasts rolled down either side of Joy’s hips as she lowered her face between the blonde’s thighs.

They each found that the other’s juices tasted amazing. Their tongues lapped eagerly at the slits before them, while arms continued to play with tits and ass. After a minute each girl felt the warmth of an orgasm begin to tighten their bellies, and soon they were both cumming. Their bodies locked and their muscles spasmed against each other as their orgasms took hold. They were both so taken by the experience that neither had it in them to scream, instead a silent yell of pleasure stretched their faces.

As the girls finally came down from their bits of bliss Jenna lifted herself up and collapsed next to Joy on the bed. Their four boobs rolled against and amidst each other as they let the afterglow warm them. Their hands found each other, and fingers gently caressed palms.

That was amazing…” Jenna finally managed to sigh, “…but what happened? I’d never thought of you like that…this…before.”

I was afraid my first spell would upset you…”

First spell?”

Yeah,” Joy fessed up, now incapable of lying to her lover, “So I cast another one which I thought would keep you from being mad at me once you learned what I did.”

Well, that part certainly worked!” Jenna smiled, realizing she held absolutely no ill-will towards Joy for anything she was admitting to, “But this wasn’t what you expected, was it?”

No.”

But I really liked it. Like it.”

Me, too.”

And here I thought I’d be fucking Jon Ronson tonight.”

Me to – wait!”

Although each girl really wanted to fuck the other again, that desire was far from capable of suppressing to urge to gossip. It didn’t take long for them to put together what had happened inside and outside the student store.

That…that…” Jenna was fuming.

Cut him some slack, if you could fuck us both, wouldn’t you?”

Well, yeah, now. So…I guess, yeah, he didn’t do anything wrong…”

But that doesn’t mean we’re not going to go to the party, make out in front of him until his dick practically bursts, and then leave him with the worst blue balls ever, right?”

Jenna almost fell off the bed from laughing at Joy’s little plan.

I love it!”

Wonderful!” Joy giggled, giving Jenna a quick kiss on the lips as she got up. Jenna’s body actually ached a little as the other woman left the bed and started putting her sweatshirt back on.

What are you doing?” the brunette asked.

Getting dressed enough that I can run over to that boutique off Payne Street without getting arrested.”

Why?”

Because I don’t think I have anything sexy that will actually fit these babies,” Joy grinned, hefting her watermelons as she bent down to grab her panties and skirt.

I’ll go with you,” Jenna replied, standing up from the bed and reaching for her own bottoms.

No, no, some of the fun will be surprising you,” Joy winked. She flipped one foot up a little to accentuate her flirting. Jenna laughed at the silly move as Joy grabbed her bag. “Besides, I think we’re big enough! I’m certain you can find something of mine to wear. Use the extra time to find a spell in here that will turn off this growth!”

Jenna almost dropped the book as Joy tossed it to her. It actually bounced off the brunette’s boobs and tumbled into her grip.

You took the book! I thought we’d lost it!”

Nope, figured I might need it if my second spell went wrong. And it did, but in the best way possible, right?”

Oh God, I can’t imagine my life without you as a part of it!” Jenna exclaimed. Nothing about that felt wrong to her at all.

Seriously!” Joy grinned. Fully dressed she made her way to the door, “If Kora comes back, um, I guess hide! And I’ll see you at the party, okay?”

Absolutely!”

With that Joy was gone. Jenna retrieved her phone and climbed back onto the bed. Still completely naked she sat cross-legged. Her breasts almost came to her thighs. She was certain that in the same position Joy’s sex bags would have rested on her legs.

It took a little while of translating before Jenna found anything that sounded like it would undo or remove any of the spells. To be honest, Jenna didn’t want to remove the spell on her – not just yet. She’d honor Joy’s desire to not grow her own chest any further, but Jenna felt she could go bigger.

It took a little additional translating before Jenna was satisfied that the “Combine two spell” was probably what she was looking for. If she couldn’t flat out cancel the spell Joy had cast on herself, then the next best idea was for Jenna to move it to herself. Then she’d be the only one growing. A prick from her nail clipper, a few incantations, and it was done.

After hiding the book between the wall and her dresser Jenna gleefully threw open Joy’s closet.

Thirty minutes were spent giddily going through the blonde’s collection of sexy outfits, and the final thirty minutes were spent by Jenna trying to decide which ones she believed she could actually fit in. Ultimately she managed to squeeze into a small-shouldered sundress with alternating horizontal white and soft-red stripes. A small black belt would have completed the look, but Jenna’s breasts caused the dress to ride up too far past where the belt would look right. The sundress was supposed to stop midway between Jenna’s hips and knees, but was pulled up just beyond the crease where ass met thigh.

Satisfied with her look, and not feeling like her breasts were too constrained, Jenna freshened up her make-up and left for the party. As she left the dorm she was completely flabbergasted by how she’d avoided Kora yet again.

She no longer believed she could just be lucky.

to be continued…

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Mind Control Stories by Doctor MC

I don’t write a lot of stories involving Mind Control, but there are some really great ones by Doctor MC. Just like me Doctor MC believes in bringing a great story to the projects he works on, and I have had the pleasure of reading Three More Wishes and really enjoyed it.

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Compounding the Issue, Part V

by Dan Standing

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What Comes Around

Joy cleared her throat as she took the podium. She’d accidental bent and rearranged her 3×5 cards when she stuffed the spell book into her bag, and now she hoped she’d arranged the cards correctly. She’d never heard of someone failing Public Speaking, and she wouldn’t be the first. She set her phone to buzz when her time was almost up, and placed it in the podium’s small shelf. She gripped the wooden stand with sweaty palms and began reading.

The curvy blonde was accustomed to having to read over her bosom. It was something she lived with gladly. What was different this time was that her bosom had gone warm and was now trying to actively block her view of her cards.

Pretty much everyone gasped at the same time as Joy’s breasts grew outwards. With her bra and tank top already tight on her the pink flesh had only two choices for escape; either push out under her arms, or up into a cleavage that resembled a bubblicious butt more than breasts. Joy could think of nothing more to do but stare slack jawed down at her painfully pulling tits as they billowed up towards her chin.

“Ow ow ow ow ow…” she hissed, her mind finally catching up and realizing that it was the spell acting on her. Joy considered for a moment how good it would feel to rip off her shirt and bra and relieve the pressure in one swoop. As desperately as she wanted to do that Joy was now aware of the cell phone cameras that had risen up from the student audience in front of her. She was not about to strip in front of the digital world. Instead, she calmly reached back and undid the clips of her bra through her tank top. Her shirt jumped as her tits pushed forward. The tank top still kept things restrained, but it was clear from the stress on her shirt and loose brassiere that Joy had just gained three extra inches of soft flesh.

She knew that Jenna must have had quite a jump in size if it had given herself so much growth – these were practically the size of Joy’s head!

Now that the immediate pain was dealt with Joy looked up at a new problem; the professor and students all staring completely dumbfounded at what had just happened. Joy fidgeted for a moment. With the number of phones still raised with their cameras pointed at her she didn’t want to try running from the room. She looked down over the more distant horizon of her bosom and considered picking up where she’d left off on her presentation.

What did one do in this sort of situation?

Joy’s options were narrowed down for her as another wave of warmth washed over her boobs.

Oh no! rang through her head as Joy realized she was growing again, What the fuck are you doing, Jenna?

There was no choice in the matter now. Joy knew she was already lucky that her tank top hadn’t yet burst down a seam. She was probably already the queen of video uploads, she didn’t need to help that by having her boobs spring from her shirt.

God, how could someone resist editing something like that into slow motion?

Trying to keep her balance as she bent down Joy grabbed her bag from next to the podium, struggled as she stood up, and jiggled her way out of the room – leaving her phone on the shelf. Once in the hall she fled through the first door she could find.

Which was an exit out of the building.

This left her slowly spreading her stitching outside at the edge of the quad. Clutching her bag to the growing flesh Joy looked around for a place she could quickly duck into before her classmates thought to follow her. She spotted the school store two buildings down and made her way for it. She could feel the meat of her chest pushing against her, and the pressure she was placing against it was painful. She barged her way through the door of the store and down the first row of aisles. As she made her way towards the dressing rooms she grabbed the largest sweatshirt off the first rack that offered them and disappeared inside the little room.

Dropping her bag to the floor Joy struggled to peel off her top and the remainder of her bra. As all supports left them gravity pulled her mams down through the open space between stomach and fabric and Joy threw the confining fabric aside.

“Holy. Shit.”

Round sex pillows the size of watermelons hung from her. Joy was barely able to keep her back straight. They were bigger than anything the girl had ever imagined having.

They were amazing.

“I must have, like, the biggest titties of all time!” she exclaimed, clapping and lifting up off her heels for a moment. The fresh flesh bounced and pulled, forcing Joy to brace herself against the wall. Once they stopped moving she took a moment to hold and cradle them, reveling in the sensation of her palms against her bosom. They felt good – maybe not much more so than her breasts usually did – but the novelty of being able to lose her face in her own cleavage added something to Joy’s experience.

The reality of having to eventually leave the dressing room hadn’t been forgotten, and when she was done exploring she picked up the sweatshirt. There was some struggling before she was able to get the XL sweatshirt over her assets. So big were they that the supposedly large top barely reached Joy’s belly button.

As she left the dressing room Joy looked for the credit card in her bag. Making her way towards the front, with both her breasts blocking her vision and her attention directed towards the search for her card, she didn’t see Jon Ronson in front of her.

“Oh! Hey, look where-” was all Jon got out before he saw the size of the chest that had bumped into him. The gears changed. “Sorry, I didn’t see…Joy?”

“Oh hey Jon, how are you?” Joy blushed. His gaze at her fully-filled sweatshirt and the obvious shifting of things around his crotch wasn’t anything she was unfamiliar with, but something about the over-the-top nature of her changed body made her suddenly bashful.

Also, her bra-less nipples were rubbing against the inside of the sweatshirt and stirring things up around her crotch.

“I’m fine, thanks,” Jon finally answered, not initially registering that she’d asked him a question. “What’s nnn…uh…what are you up to?”

“Oh, just some clothes shopping,” Joy replied. She pulled out her credit card in a victorious flourish, and simultaneously twisted her torso back and forth. This caused her boobs and his eyes to swing a bit. “Would you like to help me try something on in the dressing room?”

The pause that followed Joy’s question was caused by Jon’s brain trying to pull itself together.

“I, uh, I’d love to, but I have practice to get to. However, I’d love to check out one of your new outfits tonight at the Kappa party,” Jon finally replied.

“Oh, sure,” Joy replied. Then a fun thought struck her. If her breasts alone were melting his mind, then… “And you know what, Jon? If you see my roommate Jenna you should invite her as well. If I see her I’ll do so myself. I think you’ll find out that there are some new things we’ve been…sharing.”

Joy’s response had been purposefully unclear, and Jon’s mind filled in the blanks Joy suspected that his young male mind would. She couldn’t wait for his reaction to seeing them together.

“Uh sure. See you then,” Jon affirmed, and he stumbled into two clothes racks as he tried to leave while letting his eyes linger on the expanse wrapped within the sweatshirt. As he finally left the store Joy giggled to herself, then approached the counter as she searched for the UPC tag hanging somewhere from her yet-to-be-purchased top. This would do for now, but she hoped she could find something much sexier back in her own closet.

to be continued…

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Compounding the Issue, Part IV

by Dan Standing

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Subpar

Jenna had walked to Prob/Stat 101 absolutely beaming. With a shirt that fit and a bra that kept her from being completely obscene she could not have been giddier about the looks she was getting. Seated in the second to last row, smack in the center, Joy could watch the reactions of the various male students who came in. Instead of stepping up onto the rows of desks some flat out stumbled as they eyed her eagerly bared cleavage.

In a way Jenna also relished the sneers she was getting from many of the girls, although deep down she did feel sad that someone would dislike her just for having big breasts. Soon the teacher arrived and class started. For the first ten minutes or so Jenna was able to concentrate on the class. However, it wasn’t long before her pencil was lowered and her eyes were raised. They wandered to the hunkier boys seated in the rows below her. Now she had the titties, so now she needed to decide who to use them on.

As Jenna’s eyes flitted about she settled on one of the basketball players. He had on shorts and a t-shirt that let her see the muscles of his arms and legs. Jenna nibbled her finger for a moment as she thought about running her hands over his flexing body, feeling his – what was he looking at?

Again Jenna followed a guy’s eye line and found him to be staring at a girl’s cleavage. Unlike last time this girl’s breasts were smaller than Jenna’s – although still nothing to scoff at.

He should have sat up here to gaze upon me… Jenna thought, suddenly jealous that a guy would even look at someone else’s subpar chest just because Jenna’s boobs were out of view.

As the thought concluded warmth welled up in the student’s chest. She looked down and this time managed to stifle her gasp as she saw her breasts once again growing. It was as if her stretched skin was being filled with warm clay. She felt the weight on her shoulders increase as the bra’s cups filled with her sinful cushions. Her nipples, which had been comfortably cradled by the cups, were now being plowed into the material.

Jenna sat as quietly as she could. When she’d grown the first time her surprise had robbed her of the chance to enjoy the magic acting on her. This time she would relish the changes being made to her. The bra and blouse had some room to spare, and as the support of the brassiere billowed her boobs up into the blouse’s collar Jenna let her bodily pleasure give her a little shiver as fabric and skin rubbed against each other.

After a moment the changes were done, and Jenna tried to calm her breathing. The bra was being strained, but was not cutting into her with any pain; Jenna figured she’d grown at least three inches, the last inch pushing her over Joy’s size.

As the full faculties of her logical mind returned to her Jenna acknowledge that she was a little confused by what had happened. She’d thought that the spell would just make her the same size as anyone she was jealous of. This girl had tinier titties than her, so…had she mistranslated the spell? Or, at least, misinterpreted? Would jealousy of any perceived competition cause her to grow, regardless of the difference between chest sizes?

Jenna’s concerns and thoughts on this wafted away, however. The supernatural warmth may have ebbed from her chest, but a far more natural one had welled up between her legs. The seemingly more important goal – or, at least, the more immediate one – was to sate the lust nestled amidst her thighs. So the search for a cock continued, and this time she looked around to those closer to her – perhaps a quickie in the restroom would be possible. A guy down a row and to her right had on some tight jeans which weren’t hiding the fact that he was excited about something. Jenna licked her lips; a nice thick object the size of a kielbasa was clearly outlined between the boy’s leg and his denim.

Assuming that this guy wasn’t turned on by math Jenna again tried to see what he was looking at. This time it was quickly obvious to Jenna what was going on. One female student in the second row was leaning back in her chair. She had small breasts, only about an inch bigger than Joy’s had been that morning. She was wearing a thin shirt over a bra. As Jenna had once done, this girl was wearing a bra far too big from her just so that it would give her some curves. But because of how far the cups pushed out the neck of her shirt this girl’s nipples were clearly visible inside the bra.

Fuck, he’s looking down there at her when I have way better tits and nips up here! Jenna muttered in her mind.

And then the warmth hit again.

Oh no no no…”

Jenna began squirming in her seat as the inflation of her mams began again. The bra was already filled, so the flesh had nowhere to go but up and out. The straps of the bra began digging into her shoulders, and Jenna sent a hand behind her back to try and release the hooks through her shirt. As those students behind and beside her took notice of Jenna’s struggles, and began not-so-subtly whispering amongst themselves, Jenna because self-conscious of what was happening. Between that, the pain on her shoulders, and the sound of material stretching near its breaking point, Jenna’s hands were too fumbly to make any progress behind her back.

It was when the top button of the busting blouse blasted off beyond the teacher’s podium that Jenna grabbed her things and lurched out of the classroom. Each desperate step down to the door threatened to throw her flesh into Jenna’s face. In the hallway her breasts were still growing as she saw her first chance at privacy; the handicapped bathroom. She locked herself inside the room and started to undo the remaining buttons of her blouse.

It was now that one of the bra straps finally had enough and snapped. Jenna was almost pulled to the floor as gravity yanked the overflowing tit down and forward. The brunette had just enough time to grip the sink and stop her fall, and the momentum caused the other bra strap to snap. Both breasts now overflowed out of Jenna’s shirt and across her ribs, and she stood braced against the sink as the growth came to an end.

Once she had her balance sorted out Jenna took a wobbly step back and looked in the mirror.

Jiggling balls of flesh just an inch bigger than volleyballs hung off of her skin. They blocked her upper arms in the reflection. Jenna couldn’t be sure if they were bigger than her head.

But they were far bigger than she’d ever intended.

I need to get to the library.”

There was panic in her voice. She’d said the sentence out loud in an attempt to calm and assure herself that there was a way to fix things, but that failed miserably as her voice trembled. She could no longer use the bra, and while the bottom buttons of the blouse could hold the material closed enough to keep her from being grabbed by campus security, it looked like she was wearing the sluttiest midriff baring tied-top ever. It offered no actual support, so Jenna had to walk carefully, while her breasts rolled and shook inside the shirt, constantly threatening to tug so hard on the knot that it would unwind and bare her nipples to the wind.

Like the last time the breast expansion had pushed her outside her control and comfort, Jenna was embarrassed by the outright leers she was getting as she bounced her way to the library. She wanted to be more desirable, not seen as slut. She could not believe how badly this was going.

Things did not appear to be improving for her when Jenna found the empty spot on the shelf.

Shit!” Jenna exclaimed, at this point not caring how quiet she was in the library. She pulled all the books from the shelf that Kora’s tome was supposed to be on, and then all the books off the shelf below that. When she was certain it was gone she slumped with her back against the shelves and almost slid to the floor. The weight of her breasts caused her upper torso to hang forward, and the angle kept her from sliding all the way down. She pulled out her phone and texted Joy, hoping she had some idea as to the whereabouts of the book.

When no response came back immediately she decided to return to the dorm room, and hope she could a) avoid Kora, and b) find something of Joy’s that would fit her new bosom.

Jenna found herself once again skulking across campus, her arms and bag crossed over her breasts to again hide and support tits she’d been unprepared for. After she’d passed the student store by about twenty paces she was stopped by a male voice.

Hey Jenna, wait up!”

Jenna could hear someone running up behind her. She dared not turn, afraid her swinging swaddlings would either pull her over or knock down whoever was approaching. She was surprised to see Jon Ronson jog around to face her.

Hi Jon,” Jenna almost stuttered, letting the coverage of her breasts go slack a little, “What can I do for you?”

Well, I just wanted to…” Jon’s voice trailed a little as he got a glimpse of the cavernous cleavage pushing up behind Jenna’s arms, “…to, uh, invite you to the big Kappa party tonight.”

Jenna’s heart skipped. She’d been to plenty of frat parties before, but had always gotten in as part of a group – or because nobody stopped her. But to be singled out and invited…she knew she was holding the reason for this in her hands. Her panic over her unintended growth had pushed her earlier arousal away, but now – with this hunk standing before her – Jenna felt it well up again. She let her arms relax even more.

Thank you so much, Jon,” Jenna smiled at him, bending slightly in a mock curtsy designed to give him a better view, “Hey, do you want to go someplace a little more private and…talk about the party?”

Oh, no, but thanks, I have to get to practice,” Jon replied, not at all trying to hide his interest in Jenna’s cleavage, “But I’d love to…catch up with you tonight at the party.”

That sounds great,” Jenna smiled, and the two parted.

She seriously hoped she could find something of Joy’s to wear.

But now she could let maybe a little more skin show.

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Compounding the Issue, Part III

by Dan Standing

Based on a commission.

Jealousy

The flushed brunette was hugging her bag to her bosom as she went back to her dorm. She’d quickly learned that swift movement and large unsupported breasts did not get along, and was trying her best to both cover and support her chest as she entered the dormitory. Her back ached, making each movement all the more frustrating. As she punched in the code and opened the dorm room door she was in for another – although not entirely unexpected – shock.

Someone had clearly been rummaging through her room. This wasn’t the drawers-flung-open and trash-spilled-all-over mess of a robbery. This was someone – Jenna immediately knew it was Kora – trying to find something specific while disturbing as little as possible. Despite the efforts to hide the search Jenna could tell that clothes, books, and other small items had not been put back exactly in their original places.

But this was not the time to freak out about the invasion of privacy. Jenna needed to be in and out before Kora came back from whatever class or nap she was taking. The recently enhanced girl threw down her things and jiggled across the room to Joy’s dresser. She pulled open the top drawer and yanked out a bra.

She’d seen Joy put it on before. Jenna pulled off her blouse and…had to stare.

My God…” Jenna whispered as she caught sight of her profile in the mirror. She dropped her shirt on Joy’s bed and took a few steps towards her reflection, as if in a trance. Her breasts were round delicacies, capped with now-to-scale nipples that held fast and straight in the open air. Her pillows had a wonderful curve gently shaped by gravity’s sloping, and she could fully sense all the muscles tugged by the swinging weight growing forth from her. Jenna lifted her hands, making small cups beneath the lower curve of her bosom – her bosom! Her warm flesh easily overflowed over her palms and fingers.

Yet another sharp intake of breath at the sensation of hands to tits indicated how sensitive Jenna’s bossom was. Maybe she’d always been this sensitive and not known it, or this was a side effect of the spell – she couldn’t be certain if it was either or a combination of both. For a moment she was tempted to further explore her expanses of virgin flesh, but the sound of running in the hall snapped her out of it. Kora could return to look for them at any minute, and the guilty girl had proof of her magical theft hanging literally under her nose.

She grabbed the bra, hooked it together first in front of her as she’d seen Joy do before and then rotated the brassiere’s clasps to her back. At that point it was as easy to slip the straps over her shoulders. Jenna’s new boobs didn’t quite fill the cups designed for Joy’s grapefruits, but the bra still provided the needed support. She quickly pulled one of Joy’s own button-down blouses out of another draw, grabbed her stuff, and made it out of the dorm in time for her next class – but more importantly, before Kora caught her.

Outside the building she ran smack into Joy.

Oh! Jenna! There you are!” If Joy had been given the time to really think about how it had felt for her soft, full chest to slam into Jenna’s new one, perhaps what Joy asked next would not have been necessary. “Any luck with that spell book?”

Then Joy got a look.

Oh shit! What did you do to – is that one of my blouses? And bras?!”

Shhhhh!” Jenna practically slapped her hand over her roommate’s mouth. She took Joy by the shoulders and led her away from the building’s entrance, “I just saw our room, Kora was in there looking for the book!”

Fuck our room, I’d do that too if I was missing a real spell book! I mean, those do mean you got the spells to work, right?” Joy asked, pushing herself upright, completely unconcerned about Kora. She smacked the left cup of the bra, sending Jenna’s new gelatin bags jiggling.

Shit, don’t hit my boobs!”

I hit my shirt and my bra!”

I’m sorry, but I needed something! I cast a spell that made me grow bigger boobs when I saw a guy looking at breasts bigger than mine! Isn’t this awesome?”

Of course it is!” Jenna lied.

I have to get to class, I’ll fill you in later, just don’t let Kora catch you or make you tell her where we hid her book!” Jenna ordered, pulling away from Joy and enjoying her ability to once again move quickly with minimum chesticular discomfort.

Yes…” Joy said, mostly to herself, “…where we hid the book.”

The blonde was at the library’s third floor in a flash.

Joy had the utmost love and respect for Jenna, but the idea of one of them having both a big brain and big boobs sent shivers up Joy’s spine. This was a status quo which, as far as Joy was concerned, had done well for their friendship so far and was worth preserving.

Conveniently, a big brain was not required to use a Latin translator app. After a few minutes Joy found the spell that she suspected Jenna had used. But that wouldn’t help Joy now, since she’d have to wait for Jenna’s breasts to get bigger than hers before she could become jealous of them and grow herself. She needed something to keep her in the lead.

Breasts as she grows bigger,” sounded like a promising spell translation. After figuring out instructions about the placement of names, a little blood ingestion, and triple repetition, Joy had completed the ritual.

And felt no different.

She immediately realized that, since Jenna’s chest was currently smaller than her own, there was no reason to feel anything.

Joy was about to put the book back when a thought struck her; eventually Jenna would learn what Joy had done, and how would she react? Jenna had just wanted bigger boobs like Joy’s, and Joy had just cast a spell which made it seem like she was somehow competing or under attack. Joy didn’t really mean Jenna any ill will, she just…she just didn’t know what else to do to remain special. Joy wasn’t trying to stop Jenna from getting what she wanted. Jenna would still have big boobs, but Joy’s would remain bigger, it worked out for everyone!

But if it was really win-win why did Joy have such a pit in her gut? Doubt was creeping into her mind; would Jenna understand Joy’s true intention and reasons? Or would she see it as some sort of betrayal of their friendship? Each of these thoughts made Joy sick to her stomach. She quickly pulled the book back down and began translating once more. There had to be something in there to make sure Jenna wouldn’t hate Joy for what she’d done.

And converts the relationship there will be love.”

That sounded good – if the relationship changed then they wouldn’t hate each other, right? That made sense. A little blood, some names, three repetitions, and Joy felt like she could go on with her day without fear.

But, just in case that didn’t work, she grabbed the book and forced it tightly into her bag. If Kora had already searched the dorm and found nothing, she wouldn’t waste her time checking again, right?

Joy wondered what it would feel like when her breasts grew. She hoped it’d feel good. Before she had a chance to consider how restrictive her tank top and bra already were she realized she would be late for class if she didn’t get a move on, and any further thoughts on the matter left her mind.

to be continued…

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Compounding the Issue, Part II

by Dan Standing

Based on a commission.

Investigation

Freshman year Jenna and Joy had discovered what they called the library’s Book Graveyard. It was actually the shelves for part 030 of the Dewey Decimal System – the Encyclopedia and Book of Facts section. The internet, search engines, and online databases had made this selection of World Books, 1990s Bar Books of Random Facts, and other reference material a long abandoned collection of information.

Instead of trashing this reference material and leaving a large stretch of empty shelves the campus library moved the books to the far back corner of the third floor. Layers of dust could be measured with a ruler atop the door-to-door-sold tomes, and it was in this quiet corner that the two girls finally pulled out their pilfered pages.

“What the hell is this?” Joy growled as they flipped through the book she’d snatched from Kora’s desk. The front cover was a nondescript gray with no writing on it. It looked as if it could have started out a blank journal, but the internal pages now clearly showed it was not a diary. The formatting was much more similar to that of an instructional book.

Also, the text was not in English.

“Hold on a second,” Jenna muttered as she pulled out her phone and called up a translator. She typed in a few words from a page which looked like a table of contents. The app took a moment to analyze them. “Huh.”

“What’s it say?”

“Well, this is Latin.”

“Kora speaks Latin?” Joy replied, “You don’t even know Latin, but Kora does?”

“No one speaks Latin except for the Pope, and I don’t think this is a religious text. Or, at least not Catholic.”

“Why?”

“Because this is a listing of spells!” Jenna answered with some honest enthusiasm in her voice. She really hadn’t known what they would have achieved with any information from Kora’s diary, besides bringing more of her wrath down upon them.

But to find a book of spells? That was different.

“Spells? Shit, I risked my neck for useless junk? No one would believe us if we tried to shame her about it,” Joy sighed. She’d been holding the book while Jenna translated, but now she pushed it fully into the other girl’s grasp. “At least I can still make it to class on time.”

“Well, if Kora thinks these spells work, maybe they could be useful,” Jenna replied, struggling to hold open the text in one hand, while typing with just her thumb on the phone held in her other.

“You think they’re real?” Joy almost laughed – how could anyone so smart think such a thing?

“No, no, I don’t,” Jenna partially lied, “But if Kora thinks they’re real maybe there’s something in here we could gently threaten her with. You know, like, ‘Leave us alone or we turn you into a newt.’”

“Okay, yeah, I can see that maybe working. But do me a favor – leave the book here…” Joy patted her hand to a shelf above her that wasn’t quite full, “…just in case Kora decides to start searching dorms once she realizes it’s missing.”

“Good idea,” Jenna said somewhat absently as Joy began to edge herself away, “Enjoy class, I still have a little time.”

“Okay, thanks.”

As Joy left Jenna propped the book open on one of the shelves – typing with one thumb was taking too long and creating too many typos. As English translations came back it was difficult to get an exact contemporary meaning for many of the Latin phrases, especially since context was limited. But so far Jenna could tell that the book was dedicated to the enhancement of the body and mind. Based on their titles there looked to be spells that would change one’s hair color, taste preferences, height, eye color, and even ear size and orientation.

These were all interesting, but not really of interest.But Jenna stopped when she reached one that read “One grows breasts overcome a rival.”

That sounded promising.

But also ridiculous.

But it was still worth a shot.

A few more translations and Jenna found that all she had to do was read the spell aloud three times while ingesting some blood. It didn’t specify whose, so she pulled out a nail file and scratched the back of her hand. A little trickle of red surfaced, which Jenna quickly licked up and swallowed. She then repeated the phrase.

Standing for a moment she waited to see what would happen.

Nothing did.

A cold tide of shame overcame Jenna. Even though no one had been around to see what she had tried to do, Jenna couldn’t believe she’d actually been so desperate for bigger tits that she’d actually try a magic spell.

What’s wrong with me? Jenna silently fumed. She angrily shoved the book up where Joy had indicated earlier and stormed off to class.

 

Realization

Jenna had been sitting so completely swallowed up in her personal disappointment that she hadn’t noticed the professor starting class. As she waded out of her mind and back to the world around her she pulled out her notebook and began taking notes.

This, of course, forced her to look down at absolutely nothing blocking her vision. And this reminded her of the childish actions she’d taken.

She angrily clapped the pencil down onto her desk loud enough that those students immediately around her looked up for a moment. Jenna didn’t care, she was already too ashamed of herself to add any more embarrassment to the pile. She had to put something else on her mind. Even though she was in the back row of a stadium style classroom she didn’t dare risk playing with her phone. She needed something else to occupy her time with that didn’t glow in her lap and risk her being thrown out.

Looking around Jenna spotted Jon Ronson seated a few rows down from her and about four seats over. Jon was one of the school’s star football players.

There were few female students that didn’t want to find his eyes resting on them at a party. And fewer still that didn’t find his warm manhood resting on them after a frat house event. Sadly, despite her party past, Jenna was only a member of the former group, not the latter.

Jon had hung his varsity jacket on the back of his chair. He sat in full view of many fawning females, his cotton t-shirt hugging every one of his muscles. At the moment Jon was eagerly writing down a note from the droning professor that Jenna had missed, thanks to her personal distraction. She didn’t care, she just watched the young man, imagining what he would be like right after a game, hot and sweaty, taking his shirt off in the locker room…

Suddenly Jon’s imaginary upper body wasn’t the only thing that was wet.

As Jenna gazed upon Jon he stopped writing and looked up. It took a moment for Jenna to realize he wasn’t looking in the direction of the professor. When she followed Jon’s gaze Jenna saw that he was staring at a cheerleader two rows below and across from him. The young woman was eagerly taking her own notes, and the angle of her bent back in combination with her low-cut shirt meant that her apple-sized breasts were almost entirely on display.

Jenna felt a twinge of jealousy run through her, and suddenly her breasts felt warm. This was not just a blush from the Green Monster – something truly unusual was acting on her. A quick glance down proved it; Jenna could see her nipples being pushed against the inside of her shirt as her breasts grew beneath them.

Hold on – as her breasts grew beneath them?

“Holly shit!” Jenna hissed, not loud enough to get the attention of the droning professor, but loud enough that her immediate neighbors looked over.

And kept looking.

By now Jenna had her hands in front of her stretching top, the little teepees caused by her teats only an inch or two away from her fluttering fingers. She hadn’t yet noticed the stares she was getting as her tits continued to swell, her nipples getting harder and harder from the fabric pressing against them. Her breath was ragged as little pulses pumped new fat into her chest, the skin stretching and then relaxing with each growth spurt. It felt like a large mouth was taking in Jenna’s whole breasts and then letting them slide through the lips, leaving them a touch larger each time.

“Oh…” Jenna sighed, her body spasming from the feel of the fabric. Her boobs had passed the size of her fists and her expansion was starting to slow as she reached softball-size. She continued to stare down in shock, the world around her just a peripheral blur until the guy next to her slurped up the drip of drool hanging from his lip and murmured, “Cool!”

Jenna made a sharp intake of air as she sat bolt upright and realized she was being watched. The intake of air was not from sudden embarrassment – although she was quite embarrassed now – but was actually caused by the feeling of her tits bouncing around under her shirt. Her new mass was confined by the material and threatening to pop at least one button. Jenna was completely unprepared for the weight of the fleshy mounds of jelly that had suddenly overgrown her ribs.

Flushed with arousal and embarrassment Jenna quickly grabbed her things and rushed out of class.

to be continued…

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Compounding the Issue

by Dan Standing

Based on a commission.

Discovery

Jenna stretched, her arms rising over her head and her back arching. As she did so her t-shirt dragged across her pale skin. Relaxing, she rubbed the sleep from her eyes and sat for a second, her head hanging a bit as she willed herself to stay awake. She wasn’t very enthused about facing the day.

Her dirge of enthusiasm was partially brought on by her dislike for her classes. As a technically college sophomore Jenna should have been taking the classes she was really interested in; biological science courses. But as a former party-hardy freshman who ditched most of her basic courses she now found herself having to retake them – with passing grades, this time.

The second reason(s) she wasn’t keen to start the day lay before her. The problem with letting your head hang is that it puts one’s bosom right into view.

Or, it would have if Jenna had one. She would have cheered to the Heavens had she woken that morning – or any morning – with soft pink grapefruits gently sloping from her ribs. Instead, under the light cotton she slept in, were a pair of breasts about as large as the word “grapefruit” is long.

Yes, this word – “grapefruit.”

Her nipples were the most prominent part of her tits, and Jenna hated how sensitive they were. At the end of a pair of Double D boobies hard nipples are great, like the cherry on a sundae. Hard nipples growing off the curve of one’s ribs are just a frustrating reminder of what isn’t behind them.

But they were all she had to work with, so Jenna had given up the practice of wearing padded bras to simulate curves. She’d gotten the stink eye from one too many guys who’d taken off her bra and turned the lights back on when they couldn’t find what they thought should be there.

A rustle from the bed at the other side of the dorm snapped Jenna’s self-reflection back to the world around her. Looking over she saw Joy push herself up onto one elbow. Her roommate’s blonde curls fell like a curtain of vines across her chest, bumping into the domes that were Joy’s breasts. These were the grapefruit-sized examples that Jenna was so jealous of. The only thing Jenna’s brunette strands did when they fell across her chest was keep going and then swing back.

Morning,” Joy smiled, her eyes not quite open yet.

Morning…” Jenna replied. Even this early her roommate’s attitude was perky; Jenna guessed it had to match everything else.

Slowly the roommates wrested from their beds. Messages were checked. Social media was read and replied to. Outfits were selected.

Jenna watched in silent jealousy as Joy picked out the tank top, skirt, and wedge sandals for her hourglass silhouette. Jenna fully believed that a cheerleader-toned body such as Joy’s was all she needed to get ahead in the world – after all, Joy hadn’t flunked any classes.

Jenna had no idea Joy envied something of hers.

While Jenna picked out a conservative blouse and shorts Joy glanced over the paragraphs filled with scientific jargon that took up the screen of the brunette’s computer. The curvy blonde was impressed to the point of jealousy regarding how smart Jenna was. Knowledge came easily and quickly to the other roommate…when she applied herself. Joy cursed how many hours she needed to fully absorb what Jenna could do (sober) in minutes.

With their clothing selected both girls donned their robes, grabbed their shower baskets, and took to the hall.

Where they encountered the one thing that could seriously dampen Joy’s mood.

Morning, bitches,” Resident Assistant Kora barked as they passed her in the hall, “You sluts were actually quiet last night. Couldn’t pay any boys enough to sneak back with you?”

Kora’s body type fell somewhere between Jenna and Joy’s; not quite as ideally sexy as Joy, but with more defined curves than Jenna. Her job as a Resident Assistant was to monitor the dorm for any and all signs of drugs, alcohol, and debauchery. She had the graveyard-shift-into-early-morning patrol, which made her already naturally cranky personality all the worse.

In fact, Kora was prone to being bored on her patrols. Bored, Cranky, and a Position of Power was a bad combination. To fill her time Kora was known to manufacture problems, such as banging on quiet doors in the middle of the night just to wake people up and inform them of “noise complaints.” Almost all booze or weed that she confiscated just went back to her room…some of which would be carried with her and “found” when doing a random check of another room. And one whiff of cologne or any male-oriented scent had her banging on every door in the dorm until she found the contraband man.

Standing up to Kora, stopping her from pushing them around, was a commonly discussed daydream between the roommates. But this morning Jenna and Joy were too tired to try, simply letting Kora’s insults come at them. As the pair entered the showers Kora went on to the rest of her patrol, happy at how she could so casually insult them with no resistance.

After soaping, washing, and drying their lithe bodies the duo went back to their room, dressed, gathered their things for their classes, and went back to the hallway, this time passing Kora’s dorm room.

And when is a door not a door?

When it’s ajar.

Holly shit,” Joy muttered, elbowing Jenna, “Do you think Kora’s still on patrol?”

Probably,” Jenna replied, glancing back down the lengthy hallway behind them. When she turned back around Joy was quietly pushing open the unlocked door to their RA’s room.

What are you doing?!” Jenna hissed, now panicking and looking around to see if anyone had left their room. There didn’t seem to be any witnesses, and as she turned back around she found Joy trying to push something into her satchel bag.

Quick, quick, hide this before someone sees!”

What? What is this?” Jenna exclaimed, fumbling with what felt like a book. She pushed it into her bag with her other study material, but was unable to get a good look at it.

I think it’s Kora’s diary! I snatched it off her desk. Quick, hide it and we’ll stop at the library to check it out!”

Fine, fine,” Jenna shot back, clutching her bag to her chest as the two of them scurried down the hall towards the exit, “But I think this was a bad idea!”

to be continued…

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From A Table

From A Table

a short by Dan Standing

Carla knew she shouldn’t have taken the black heels. But they were sitting all by themselves on that table with no one around, the black patent leather glistening and calling out to her, the four inch heels begging to be worn. So she swiped them.

All day they sat in her purse but Carla waited until she got back to her apartment to try them on. Heading to her bedroom she placed the shiny heels by her mirror and began to undress. She slid the blouse up and around her lithe arms and auburn hair, and then freed her perky tangerines from their fabric prison. A skirt and thong slipped over her juicy ass and down her long smooth legs. She admired herself in the mirror, as she often did, posing to accentuate her hourglass. Carla loved her body, and she loved anything that enhanced its sexiness. She was excited to see how her legs would look in the heels.

She grabbed her new shoes and unzipped the zippers that ran down the center rear of each heel. The fit of her right foot was a bit tight, but her left slid in slightly better. She zipped them both up and posed before the mirror.

Moments after Carla zipped up the back of the second shoe she knew something was wrong. As she crouched in a sexy bend to accentuate her ass she felt a new tightness in the tip of the shoes. It was as if the black leather was flowing into the toe space and filling in around her toes. She’d barely had any room to move them, but now looked down and realized she could not flex her toes at all. They were completely surrounded and held stiffly in place by the material.

Reaching down to unzip the shoes and remove them Carla watched as the rim of patent leather that had been resting around the top of her ankle sunk in and merged with her skin. There was no longer and seam between ankle and foot, just smooth black that transitioned to Carla’s skin tone. Running her fingers over the former divide Carla felt that the only thing raised above her new skin were the closed teeth and handle of the rear zippers.

Not sure how to react to this Carla stood straight and examined her look once more. Her feet looked very sexy stretched up in the shoes, and the angle nicely enhanced her legs. If she had to be stuck permanently wearing only one pair of shoes for her life this wasn’t the worst to be stuck with.

As she stood finding the silver lining Carla felt an itch in the back of her calf. Turning so she could see the other side of her leg the woman’s eyes went wide.

The zipper had started advancing up the back of her leg, directly up the center of her calf. And the shiny black leather color was expanding up after it…

fin

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