by Dan Standing
Based on a commission.
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.”
“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.”
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.
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.
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…