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An April Birthday
April stood before her birthday cake, all 18 candles lit, her family
surrounding her. She was a tall, fairly plain looking girl. A bit on the tall
side, about 5'9, with long brown hair, grey-green eyes, a cute little nose,
and a nice body, a bit thin, but curves in the right places, except for one.
She had almost no breasts. Her AA cups, if you could call them cups, were
always a bit of a sore point with her, but in fact, other than that she had an
almost perfect body. She'd hoped for some growth when she'd gone on the pill,
but alas, nothing at all. She'd pretty much given up on the hope she'd held
since junior high that one day she'd start growing breasts, and end up with a
nice pair of "B" Cups, or maybe, dare to dream, a little larger. At least she
didn't have to worry about all the problems of big breasts. At least she could
sleep on her stomach, and didn't have to buy bras, and blah, blah, blah, blah.
Some consolation those things were. Probably made up by girls with big tits.
But April knew that you always seemed to want the one thing you didn't have,
the thing she didn't have was breasts. As those gathered around her sang
"Happy Birthday," she thought about her wish. All day, things had gone wrong.
She'd say one thing and it would turn out, through no fault of her own, to be
wrong. She'd told her boyfriend Sam that the party was at 7 and it turned out
it was at 6. He'd just gotten here and everyone else was upset that he was
late. She'd be sure it was supposed to be at 7. She'd given the wrong phone
number to her friend out of state and she hadn't been able to call her back to
correct it. She'd accidently given the wrong address to the pizza guy and he
never showed up. So, she made her wish, on a lark, that for the next 24 hours
everything she said would turn out to be true. She blew out the candles as the
song ended, and all were extinguished. "And a pinch to grow an inch!" her
annoying brother shouted and pinched her arm. "Ow!" "That's odd," her Dad
said. "I thought we got those relighting candles!" "Daddy!"
"Well, I did." he smiled. "I guess you were just too much for them." April
smiled but rubbed her arm. "That hurt," as she said it, it seemed to hurt
worse, at first it seemed just a little annoying, but now it really hurt a
lot. She was just being difficult with her brother, but now she wondered if he
got a nerve or something. "Hey, it's tradition," replied her brother, ducking
of the way. "Yea, right, I'm going to grow an inch taller because you pinched
me." Suddenly April felt strange, her shoes grew tight and her legs almost
gave out under her. She stumbled slightly, and her father helped her up.
The backsides of her knees felt sore, like she'd be running for several miles,
or when she'd had her growth spurt back in grade school. "Are you ok?" "Yes,"
and she was. "All right, just be careful." She nodded but frowned as she took
her cake, chocolate, with mint frosting. She hadn't really grown taller just
then had she? Everything looked slightly different, like she was wearing
heels, but it was probably just her imagination. She sat and watched TV,
pulling off her sneakers, which for some reason felt really tight. She'd
already opened her presents because the party started late. Her dad was
watching a baseball game. The Cleveland Indians and Chicago White Sox had been
tied for hours and were in the 16th inning, but the Indians had the bases
loaded and two out. The batter stepped up to the plate and April had an idea.
"Okay," she said, needing a test. "The Indians are gonna win on the next
pitch." She watched as the pitcher threw inside to the batter, who got hit on
the arm, forcing in the winning run. The Indians had won, just like she'd
said! "Wow, you sure called that one." said her dad. "Yeah, I did." she
smiled. Wow! She thought What if this really works? I could get anything, a
new house for my parents! A car! Heck, even World Peace! What should I say
next? Maybe, something about my breasts. "Uh-oh" called the announcer on T.V.
"It looks like Cordero really got hit, they're checking him out, it looks like
his arm may be broken! They're keeping in immobilized, and I'm sure they'll
take him in for X-Rays. What a big loss that would be for the Tribe, only a
month into the season, and he could be out for months. So the Tribe wins the
game, but loses a key player. What a freak accident. In my 15 years in sports
I've never seen." A chill ran down April's spine. Shit, she thought. "Monkey's
Paw." She'd just read that story. These wishing things never work about right.
You get your wish, but. Oh no! And that episode of "Buffy" last season, and
every stupid story about wishes! That darn monkey ruined wishing for everyone!
April didn't know what to do, but only that she had to be very careful what
she said. Stupid Monkey Paw Story! Bah!
"Umm, I'm going to my room. I'm not feeling well." And she really wasn't, even
before she said it. "Are you ok?" asked Sam.
"Uh, yea. I just want to lie down. You'd better go home."
"Yea, I better get home, you're right." Shit thought April. I hope I didn't
just kill his family or something. "See you tomorrow afternoon, okay," he said
as he left. "Bye, Sam," called April's mom. "You sure you're okay? Sweetie?"
she said, feeling April's forehead. "You're not warm, but something does seem
odd. Go up to bed, I'll bring you some soup. And take off your shoes before
you go upstairs." April nodded and ran to her room. She wasn't wearing her
shoes! She looked at herself in the mirror, her pants were almost an inch
higher than they should be, she could see way too much of her socks.
Trembling, she stood against the marks on the door where her parents had
measured her height each year as she was growing up, she'd been right on the
5'9 mark since she was 15. She grabbed a book and placed it on her head and
marked off. "5'10! It did happen!" she thought. "Crap, what if it's because of
some disease? What if I gave my self giantism or acromegaly or one of those
diseases where your feet and hands keep growing or something? Maybe I should
say something like 'I don't have any diseases.' No! Because you always have
some disease, like gingivitis, unless you're dead! Oh crap oh crap oh crap,
I'd better just stay quiet." She just sat in bed and tried to read, or do
puzzles, or anything to help pass the time. Her mother came to check on her,
but she just pretended to be asleep. She didn't want to have to deal with her
mom wondering why she couldn't say a word to her. April slept fitfully that
night, trying not talk in her sleep. She dreamed terrible dreams, where what
she said came true, and because of it horrible things happened to the people
she loved, and to her, and to the world. In one of the dreams, she was tempted
to say something so she'd finally have nice breasts. She said something so
simple, just "I have big breasts," but she didn't say how big they were, so
they simply kept growing. At first they were perky A cups, then cute B cups,
she dreamed she tried on bras and showed off her new breasts to Sam, he played
with them, sucking on her nipples, caressing the soft, supple flesh, as she
watched, they became full, soft C cups. She dreamed of tight tank-tops, and
bikinis, and bouncing slightly when she jumped. They were so perfect, she
thought, looking at her perky, firm tits. They were bigger than oranges, she
thought, bigger than apples, and bigger than most of the girls at school! She
rubbed them, sliding her hands over every inch, thrilling in their size and
weight, and then she watched as they swelled again, this time to large, round
D cups, she had always wanted to be this size, big and firm and supple. She
admired herself in the mirror, turning and posing, amazed at her new shape.
She lifted a nipple to her mouth and gently sucked it for a second then
released, watching as it became erect and alert. She smiled and licked the
other nipple, giggling at being able to reach them with her lips and tongue.
She was the perfect size, the perfect shape. "Boobies!" she thought. "I've got
big boobies." Then aloud she said, "I have big boobies! Big, round boobies!"
she giggled, feeling the motion of her breasts as she did. Then, suddenly she
felt a rumbling in her breasts, she felt a fire in her stomach which spread to
her chest and then to her boobs, which suddenly expanded to volleyball size,
tearing apart her tank top. A few seconds passed, and they were basketballs,
full and round and still growing, then they were beachballs. The skin was so
tight she thought it might burst, but still they grew, larger and larger. She
reached out to touch her nipples but they were too far away.
Her hand slid across the smooth, soft surface of her swelling mounds as her
nipple shot away from her grasping fingers. And still, her breasts grew. Soon
they were each bigger than she was, and she couldn't move. They kept growing,
Nipples the size of coke cans, and then the size of Pringles containers. Still
her boobs grew, and they filled her bed. The monstrous bags of flesh spilled
over the side of her bed, and still they grew, her enormous nipples sliding
farther and farther out of her reach. Soon, her expanding bust reached halfway
to the door. She could feel the scratchiness of the shag carpeting, the
coolness of the air blowing through the window, and she felt her smooth,
sensitive stretching as her breasts grew past the size anyone had ever been
before, past she size she imagined anyone had dreamed of being, she tried to
say something, tried to make them stop, but she opened her mouth and could say
nothing, no words came out. She was totally helpless. In moments, her breasts
filled the entire room, and she felt the cool hard smoothness of the wall
against her now bread-loaf sized nipples as the expanding flesh of her
ever-increasing chest pressed them up against it, and still they grew, and
grew, the perimeter of her tits slid up the walls to the ceiling, and she felt
constriction as she realized that there was no space left for her, she could
feel herself suffocating, warm breast flesh filling her mouth, cutting off all
her air, she felt darkness, heat, and then. April woke up, sweaty and panting,
with a strange heaviness on her chest. She found it difficult to breathe. In
the dark, she panicked, had she said something in her sleep? Had she said
something about her breasts? She moved her hand slowly up and felt an
unexpected softness several inches above where her chest should be. Startled,
she sat up and turned on her desk lamp.
She sighed with relief. As she tossed and turned, the netting that held up her
stuffed a****l collection had fallen onto her bed. She tossed the big growling
lizard and real-jelly jellyfish, and all the other a****ls over the side of
her bed and fell back to sleep. Then she looked at the jellyfish. It was a
weird little a****l, made of rubber and filled with that silica jell stuff, so
it was heavy and wiggly. She'd gotten it at Sea World a couple of summers ago.
It must have been what had landed on her chest, making it a little hard to
breathe. That was what had made her panic. She picked it up and cautiously
slid it under her nightshirt. She squeezed it a bit into shape...it looked
like she had a couple of D cup size breasts. She wondered, maybe if she just
was careful about what she said, and gave an exact size, then maybe, "No" she
thought. "It's too dangerous." The dream she'd just had was enough warning for
her. She threw the jellyfish back on the floor and went to get a glass of
water. She felt better after drinking it, and slowly drifted back to sleep.
She dreamed about causing an alien invasion with a wish for world peace. April
stayed in bed all morning, and when her parents came she moaned and acted as
if she had a stomach ache. She shook her head when asked if she wanted
breakfast, and only answered "I'm fine, really" when her mom grew tired of the
silent treatment and asked if she was okay. She skipped lunch, she didn't feel
much like eating, and the necessary communication with her family would be too
much for her anyway. Finally at around 2, Sam came over. He climbed up the
ladder to her room on the second floor, as was his custom...even though he was
welcome to come in the door. "April, you okay? I heard you were sick." April
nodded. "Is there anything I can do."
April took a sketchpad from her nightstand. She wrote "I'm glad to see you."
"I'm glad to see you...Do you have a sore throat? Laryngitis?" April shook her
head. "What then?" "Do you trust me?" she wrote. "Of course." "I made a wish
yesterday," she wrote. "And what I say comes true, but in a bad way, like in
that Monkey Paw story!" "You're serious?" "Yes! I grew an inch taller when I
made that joke when Billy pinched me! And I broke that ballplayer's arm! Is
your family ok?" "Um, They're fine? Why? What ballplayer? What are you talking
about." "Good. About your family" she wrote. "I need your help." Sam didn't
know what to do, he didn't really believe her, but she was really scared, he
could tell. "What can I do?" "Just stay with me," she wrote. "And make sure I
don't say anything until 7 o'clock." "I can do that." he smiled. She smiled
back and hugged him. "You're really serious about this?" he asked.
She nodded and took off Sam's shoes and motioned for him to stand up. She
stood up next to him and looked him in the eye. He'd always been about two
inches taller than April, but now she was almost but not quite as tall as him.
"You really are taller, at least you seem to be. This is weird." April nodded
again. She shrugged. April's parents had dinner plans and Sam said he'd take
care of April while she was sick so they didn't have to cancel.
He opened the window to let the cool spring air in, and they cuddled on the
coach and spent the next few hours watching videos and eating the pizza that
finally arrived, albeit a day late. They watched one of her favorite movies,
"Dune," which took up most of the time, since it was an insanely long movie,
even cut for time, but Sam knew the April liked it, and was even re-reading
the novel for some reason, so he watched it with her and humored her. He knew
that something was really bothering her, even if it seemed ridiculous, and he
hoped that this would make her feel better As the movie ended, Sam commented
that Alicia Witt played the scary girl at the end, but now "She's really a
hottie, you know?" he smiled. He knew that April would usually say something,
but she had to remain silent. She smirked and elbowed his gut instead. She
knew that Sam had a thing for redheads and had tried dying her hair once, but
couldn't get it right. She smiled and kissed him, and soon they were on her
bed, wrapped around each other, kissing each other's face, and lips, and neck.
This was something April didn't need to talk for, and for awhile she forgot
about the silly wish, and the problems it could cause. She was so glad Sam had
come over. She probably would have gone crazy if he wasn't around, or she'd
have started World War III or something with a mis-spoken word. They kissed
and cuddled for several minutes, and April sighed and smiled and they waited
for 7 P.M. Finally, as the Sam's watch neared 7, they kept a countdown. April
waited a few minutes to be sure and finally said. "There! Now it's after
seven!" she smiled. "And even if it wasn't, it is now that's I've said it."
"Clever." Sam kissed her. "You did a very good job. I can tell it was
difficult, and I'm glad you came through it ok." "Right." April giggled. "You
probably would have wanted me to say something like, oh, " April stood and
held her hands several inches in front of her chest and sarcastically
sing-songed "I'm a voluptuous redhead with huge breasts and an insatiable
sexual appetite."
"Now, that's not true, I'd never want you to say that." "I..I...what's
happening?" April watched as the fabric of her T-shirt stretched as her once-
non-existent boobs grew slowly into small bumps, and then quickly expanded
away from her body, swelling past softball size and g****fruit size, and all
the fruit and sport sizes in between. The shirt fabric grew tight, stretched
by her swelling mammaries. They felt warm, heavy, and wonderful. She continued
to stare in stunned silence and her breasts grew, and grew, and grew, and
grew, remaining perfectly spherical in the way that only boobs that are
growing to enormous size over the period of a few seconds seem to, until her
two honeydew melons caused her poor stretched-out T-shirt to push up over
themselves, and there they rested, jiggling silently in front of April's
amazed eyes. She felt them to make sure that they were real, and indeed they
were, and waves of pleasure swept over her and she felt herself up. She
watched as her long brown hair suddenly became a stunning dark fiery red, and
suddenly it seemed like her entire body was charged with desire. She ran her
fingers all over her new endowments, the soft, smooth tight skin, the dark
puffy areola, the hard nipples, twice the size of before. She couldn't believe
it. She was a voluptuous redhead with huge breasts! Just liked she'd said, but
Wait! It had been 7 o'clock, she knew it! What happened? Maybe the wish lasted
longer than 24 hours, maybe she said it wrong, she didn't remember. Her mind
was getting all fuzzy as she tried to think back to the day before. Two words
echoed in her mind, something from the radio the day before, Spring forward,
"Wha, Oh no! 24 hours, daylight savings time, it was daylight savings today
wasn't it?" she exclaimed. "Yeah I set my watch ahead last night, Aw, crap,
you didn't say anything! Are you ok? Is there anything I can do?"
Desire filled April's body and mind. A warm fuzziness filled her head, and she
slowly pulled off her clothes, revealing that she was now indeed red all over.
And like a newspaper she spread herself open. She smiled at Sam's gaping mouth
and licked her lips. "I'll tell you what you're going to do," she breathed,
running her fingers up and down the wetness between her legs. "You're going to
make love to me. You're going to fuck me now, you're going to fuck me hard,
and you're going to fuck me until I'm satisfied." In seconds, Sam was naked
and on top of her. He didn't even think, he just did. He was already erect
from watching her breasts expand and break free from the confines of her
shirt, and he grasped his hard, full, penis in his hand and slowly traced its
throbbing head around her moist lips, gently massaging her swollen clit with
his other hand, running his fingers through her lush public hair.
"Mmm....Sam?" "Yea, babe?" "That's all well and good, but unless you're inside
me, and deep inside me, in the next ten seconds, I am going to get really
cross. Ugh!" she exclaimed as Sam slid himself inside the wet, warm tightness
and gently slid back out. "Harder!" she exclaimed. He pounded himself into
her." Yes! More!" Again and again he pounded himself into her. "Oh fuck, Sam
that feels so good." and as she said it, it felt even better.
"Mmm, that feels so good, fuck Sam, your dick is so big." Sam smiled. He knew
he was in fact a little below average, but April always managed to say
something to make him feel good, even if he was just, as they said "A nice
size." Suddenly, he felt himself an odd sensation, and slowly realized that
his dick was growing! He felt April growing tighter around him, she'd said he
was big, and so he was! "Fuck! I can feel you growing inside me! It's growing
so big. Mmmmm," and as she said it, it was. She was now tight, and Sam now
filled her completely. She grasped the bed as the pleasure increased to
unbearable amounts. Sam played with April's huge tits, running his hands over
them as he continued to move in and out of her. They were so big, and so soft,
and so firm, and they felt so good in his hand, he couldn't believe that only
minutes ago this had been his flat-chested girlfriend. He'd never said
anything about April's breasts, or lack thereof, but he'd always fantasized
about her having, well, any boobs at all. And now she was sporting headlights
large enough to light the way for an 18-wheeler. He gently squeezed April's
huge, hat peg sized nipples, and he heard her moan again. April's back arched
and she began panting "Oh, I'm going to orgasm. I'm gonna, oh, oh, that feels
so good." Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, but it wasn't enough.
She needed more! Sam continued to fuck her, again and again, and after a few
seconds she felt the pleasure start to build in her once again. It increased
even more quickly this time, and she moaned as another orgasm struck, but
again, it just wasn't enough, she didn't know why, but she wanted, needed
more. Sam complied; he had now choice, continually driving his now enormous
penis into her, over and over, faster, and faster, and orgasm after orgasm
brought no relief. April's body was a huge sexual capacitor and it simply kept
absorbing charge after charge. She hovered on the edge of consciousness, about
to black out from the intensity of the sensations, but always teetering on
that edge, constantly being pulled back by the unstoppable force of her
incredible desire. After almost forty minutes had passed, Sam was utterly
exhausted, but he couldn't stop, he couldn't stop playing with April's huge
breasts, the way they protruded amazingly from her tiny frame, the perfect
curves and big hard nipples, the way they bounced and jiggled with every
thrust and moan.
Yet he knew something was wrong, he couldn't keep this up. There was just no
way. It was the most incredibly lovemaking session he'd ever even dreamed of,
but it was starting to take a toll on his body. He was getting tired, his
penis throbbed, his balls raged with unspent semen, his arms and legs were on
fire with exhaustion. He felt like he might pass out, yet he had to keep it
up, harder, and harder, a need, a desire, a compulsion. Then, as he felt his
mental faculties begin to slip away to machinelike sexual function, it dawned
on him. "April!" he shouted. "Do you hear me?"
"Mmmm, good, Sam, good, good." "April I need you to hear me!"
"Yes," she gasped. "I hear you Sam. It feels really good."
"You said you had an insatiable sexual appetite." "Mmmmmm. Yes, sex, please,
please, please." "And you said I'd fuck you till you were satisfied." "Yes,
please, mmm, So good." "But those two things together mean I'll never be able
to stop!" "Mmm, mmmm."
"If you're insatiable, by definition, you'll never be satisfied. I'll have to
do this forever!" "Mmmm, sex, forever, Mmmmm." "No, listen, I can't keep it
up. Listen you know it's true, you need to do something." April wanted to have
sex forever, to live like this, the pleasure, the feelings, the electricity,
but in the back of her mind, she knew it wasn't right. They'd die from
exhaustion, or thirst, or something. "Okay, okay." she panted, she needed to
stop this, but she didn't want to give up the feelings, the energy of her new
desire. She didn't want to go back to normal, she couldn't. Not now. "Okay,
she finally panted as she felt another orgasm approaching., "My sexual
appetite isn't totally insatiable." As the words left her lips, both partners
climaxed instantaneously as enough kilowatts of sexual energy to light a small
town were released. April felt the world explode again and again as she felt
the warmth of Sam's ejaculation spread through her, pleasure coursing through
every inch of her body, through her every vein and capillary, until she
finally collapsed, exhausted, sweaty, flushed, wet, and totally, completely,
and amazingly satisfied. After in interminable amount of time, both lovers
stirred. April smiled, she never remembered feeling this good. She yawned and
looked down at her huge tits and gasped.
"Look at me!" "I am!" smiled Sam as he blinked his eyes.
"Okay," she said. "It's okay, um, let's see. I have normal, D cup sized
breasts." "D cups?" smiled Sam. "No sense in going all the way back." she
smiled. "Might as well take a chance."
April sat up and closed her eyes and felt her enormous endowments shrink back
to a more manageable size. She could sense them shrinking past melon size,
past cantaloupe size, past g****fruit size, back down to the D-cup size from
her dreams, that perfect, bouncy, wonderful size, the size that she'd always
wanted to be. But when she opened her eyes she was greeted by the same, huge,
round orbs that had been there when she'd closed them. He improbable boobs
extended from her small frame out several inches in each direction, making
them wider at the boobs than her arms when they were held at her side. They
bobbed gently in front of her, with no discernable sag, reaching down to her
cute inny belly-button and protruding nearly a foot in front of her. She knew
they must be terribly heavy, yet they didn't pull very much, and her back
didn't hurt at all from supporting them. The pale white skin was tight, but
not sore. As she touched it, waves of pleasure once again jumped throughout
her body. She lifted one of them slightly, and let it drop, watching it
jiggle. The movement continued for several seconds until the titanic tit
finally wobbled to a stop. She ran her fingers all over them, until the
sensation was too much for her. She examined them again and turned to profile,
and saw how they hung, impossibly, protruding out at a perfect right angle.
They were otherworldly in appearance, to say the least. Perfect, round...and
huge. April finally blinked and brought herself back to earth. They hadn't
gotten smaller at all! She was enormous, and they weren't shrinking after
she'd said the words. "Crap! Sam! What time is it?" "8:24" said Sam, looking
at his watch. "I guess you sorta missed your window." "So much for world
peace." she looked down at her massive tits. "So much for normal-sized boobs."
"I'm sorry." Sam said with a mixture of sincerity and drooling, pounding
euphoria from the sight of April's sexually exaggerated body.
"I'll bet you are. Now I'm stuck like this." "Not a terrible way to be stuck."
She shrugged her shoulders, her gigantic boobs wobbling slightly from the
motion like ocean tides on a tiny island. She examined herself in the mirror
over her dresser. She was a natural redhead now, or, well, a supernatural
redhead, with pale skin and vibrant red hair, full luscious lips, and an even
curvier body. The curves that stuck out most, literally, were the ones that
framed her spectacular breasts. Looking at them, she had to admit they were
amazing. She had no idea how she'd explain them to her parents. They'd
probably totally freak. "Oh well," she thought. "Maybe I can just tell them
I'm a really late bloomer."
"I mean, it doesn't seem like anything bad happened, like you were worried
about." said Sam, turning his gaze from the beautiful woman in the mirror to
the eyes of the beautiful woman sitting next to him. He felt himself growing
hard again from the view, and glanced down at the nearly tennis- ball sized
head of his now over-sized endowment as it crept its way past his navel
"Nothing exploded or anything, right?" "Yea, I guess not. But still." She
sighed as Sam gently caressed her spectacularly large breasts and kissed her
gently on the lips. Their tongues met and she felt the now familiar waves of
desire cover her. She felt the force of something huge and hard pressed
against her thigh. "I guess I could get used to it, " she thought as they fell
together into the bed. "At least until next year."
April stood before her birthday cake, all 18 candles lit, her family
surrounding her. She was a tall, fairly plain looking girl. A bit on the tall
side, about 5'9, with long brown hair, grey-green eyes, a cute little nose,
and a nice body, a bit thin, but curves in the right places, except for one.
She had almost no breasts. Her AA cups, if you could call them cups, were
always a bit of a sore point with her, but in fact, other than that she had an
almost perfect body. She'd hoped for some growth when she'd gone on the pill,
but alas, nothing at all. She'd pretty much given up on the hope she'd held
since junior high that one day she'd start growing breasts, and end up with a
nice pair of "B" Cups, or maybe, dare to dream, a little larger. At least she
didn't have to worry about all the problems of big breasts. At least she could
sleep on her stomach, and didn't have to buy bras, and blah, blah, blah, blah.
Some consolation those things were. Probably made up by girls with big tits.
But April knew that you always seemed to want the one thing you didn't have,
the thing she didn't have was breasts. As those gathered around her sang
"Happy Birthday," she thought about her wish. All day, things had gone wrong.
She'd say one thing and it would turn out, through no fault of her own, to be
wrong. She'd told her boyfriend Sam that the party was at 7 and it turned out
it was at 6. He'd just gotten here and everyone else was upset that he was
late. She'd be sure it was supposed to be at 7. She'd given the wrong phone
number to her friend out of state and she hadn't been able to call her back to
correct it. She'd accidently given the wrong address to the pizza guy and he
never showed up. So, she made her wish, on a lark, that for the next 24 hours
everything she said would turn out to be true. She blew out the candles as the
song ended, and all were extinguished. "And a pinch to grow an inch!" her
annoying brother shouted and pinched her arm. "Ow!" "That's odd," her Dad
said. "I thought we got those relighting candles!" "Daddy!"
"Well, I did." he smiled. "I guess you were just too much for them." April
smiled but rubbed her arm. "That hurt," as she said it, it seemed to hurt
worse, at first it seemed just a little annoying, but now it really hurt a
lot. She was just being difficult with her brother, but now she wondered if he
got a nerve or something. "Hey, it's tradition," replied her brother, ducking
of the way. "Yea, right, I'm going to grow an inch taller because you pinched
me." Suddenly April felt strange, her shoes grew tight and her legs almost
gave out under her. She stumbled slightly, and her father helped her up.
The backsides of her knees felt sore, like she'd be running for several miles,
or when she'd had her growth spurt back in grade school. "Are you ok?" "Yes,"
and she was. "All right, just be careful." She nodded but frowned as she took
her cake, chocolate, with mint frosting. She hadn't really grown taller just
then had she? Everything looked slightly different, like she was wearing
heels, but it was probably just her imagination. She sat and watched TV,
pulling off her sneakers, which for some reason felt really tight. She'd
already opened her presents because the party started late. Her dad was
watching a baseball game. The Cleveland Indians and Chicago White Sox had been
tied for hours and were in the 16th inning, but the Indians had the bases
loaded and two out. The batter stepped up to the plate and April had an idea.
"Okay," she said, needing a test. "The Indians are gonna win on the next
pitch." She watched as the pitcher threw inside to the batter, who got hit on
the arm, forcing in the winning run. The Indians had won, just like she'd
said! "Wow, you sure called that one." said her dad. "Yeah, I did." she
smiled. Wow! She thought What if this really works? I could get anything, a
new house for my parents! A car! Heck, even World Peace! What should I say
next? Maybe, something about my breasts. "Uh-oh" called the announcer on T.V.
"It looks like Cordero really got hit, they're checking him out, it looks like
his arm may be broken! They're keeping in immobilized, and I'm sure they'll
take him in for X-Rays. What a big loss that would be for the Tribe, only a
month into the season, and he could be out for months. So the Tribe wins the
game, but loses a key player. What a freak accident. In my 15 years in sports
I've never seen." A chill ran down April's spine. Shit, she thought. "Monkey's
Paw." She'd just read that story. These wishing things never work about right.
You get your wish, but. Oh no! And that episode of "Buffy" last season, and
every stupid story about wishes! That darn monkey ruined wishing for everyone!
April didn't know what to do, but only that she had to be very careful what
she said. Stupid Monkey Paw Story! Bah!
"Umm, I'm going to my room. I'm not feeling well." And she really wasn't, even
before she said it. "Are you ok?" asked Sam.
"Uh, yea. I just want to lie down. You'd better go home."
"Yea, I better get home, you're right." Shit thought April. I hope I didn't
just kill his family or something. "See you tomorrow afternoon, okay," he said
as he left. "Bye, Sam," called April's mom. "You sure you're okay? Sweetie?"
she said, feeling April's forehead. "You're not warm, but something does seem
odd. Go up to bed, I'll bring you some soup. And take off your shoes before
you go upstairs." April nodded and ran to her room. She wasn't wearing her
shoes! She looked at herself in the mirror, her pants were almost an inch
higher than they should be, she could see way too much of her socks.
Trembling, she stood against the marks on the door where her parents had
measured her height each year as she was growing up, she'd been right on the
5'9 mark since she was 15. She grabbed a book and placed it on her head and
marked off. "5'10! It did happen!" she thought. "Crap, what if it's because of
some disease? What if I gave my self giantism or acromegaly or one of those
diseases where your feet and hands keep growing or something? Maybe I should
say something like 'I don't have any diseases.' No! Because you always have
some disease, like gingivitis, unless you're dead! Oh crap oh crap oh crap,
I'd better just stay quiet." She just sat in bed and tried to read, or do
puzzles, or anything to help pass the time. Her mother came to check on her,
but she just pretended to be asleep. She didn't want to have to deal with her
mom wondering why she couldn't say a word to her. April slept fitfully that
night, trying not talk in her sleep. She dreamed terrible dreams, where what
she said came true, and because of it horrible things happened to the people
she loved, and to her, and to the world. In one of the dreams, she was tempted
to say something so she'd finally have nice breasts. She said something so
simple, just "I have big breasts," but she didn't say how big they were, so
they simply kept growing. At first they were perky A cups, then cute B cups,
she dreamed she tried on bras and showed off her new breasts to Sam, he played
with them, sucking on her nipples, caressing the soft, supple flesh, as she
watched, they became full, soft C cups. She dreamed of tight tank-tops, and
bikinis, and bouncing slightly when she jumped. They were so perfect, she
thought, looking at her perky, firm tits. They were bigger than oranges, she
thought, bigger than apples, and bigger than most of the girls at school! She
rubbed them, sliding her hands over every inch, thrilling in their size and
weight, and then she watched as they swelled again, this time to large, round
D cups, she had always wanted to be this size, big and firm and supple. She
admired herself in the mirror, turning and posing, amazed at her new shape.
She lifted a nipple to her mouth and gently sucked it for a second then
released, watching as it became erect and alert. She smiled and licked the
other nipple, giggling at being able to reach them with her lips and tongue.
She was the perfect size, the perfect shape. "Boobies!" she thought. "I've got
big boobies." Then aloud she said, "I have big boobies! Big, round boobies!"
she giggled, feeling the motion of her breasts as she did. Then, suddenly she
felt a rumbling in her breasts, she felt a fire in her stomach which spread to
her chest and then to her boobs, which suddenly expanded to volleyball size,
tearing apart her tank top. A few seconds passed, and they were basketballs,
full and round and still growing, then they were beachballs. The skin was so
tight she thought it might burst, but still they grew, larger and larger. She
reached out to touch her nipples but they were too far away.
Her hand slid across the smooth, soft surface of her swelling mounds as her
nipple shot away from her grasping fingers. And still, her breasts grew. Soon
they were each bigger than she was, and she couldn't move. They kept growing,
Nipples the size of coke cans, and then the size of Pringles containers. Still
her boobs grew, and they filled her bed. The monstrous bags of flesh spilled
over the side of her bed, and still they grew, her enormous nipples sliding
farther and farther out of her reach. Soon, her expanding bust reached halfway
to the door. She could feel the scratchiness of the shag carpeting, the
coolness of the air blowing through the window, and she felt her smooth,
sensitive stretching as her breasts grew past the size anyone had ever been
before, past she size she imagined anyone had dreamed of being, she tried to
say something, tried to make them stop, but she opened her mouth and could say
nothing, no words came out. She was totally helpless. In moments, her breasts
filled the entire room, and she felt the cool hard smoothness of the wall
against her now bread-loaf sized nipples as the expanding flesh of her
ever-increasing chest pressed them up against it, and still they grew, and
grew, the perimeter of her tits slid up the walls to the ceiling, and she felt
constriction as she realized that there was no space left for her, she could
feel herself suffocating, warm breast flesh filling her mouth, cutting off all
her air, she felt darkness, heat, and then. April woke up, sweaty and panting,
with a strange heaviness on her chest. She found it difficult to breathe. In
the dark, she panicked, had she said something in her sleep? Had she said
something about her breasts? She moved her hand slowly up and felt an
unexpected softness several inches above where her chest should be. Startled,
she sat up and turned on her desk lamp.
She sighed with relief. As she tossed and turned, the netting that held up her
stuffed a****l collection had fallen onto her bed. She tossed the big growling
lizard and real-jelly jellyfish, and all the other a****ls over the side of
her bed and fell back to sleep. Then she looked at the jellyfish. It was a
weird little a****l, made of rubber and filled with that silica jell stuff, so
it was heavy and wiggly. She'd gotten it at Sea World a couple of summers ago.
It must have been what had landed on her chest, making it a little hard to
breathe. That was what had made her panic. She picked it up and cautiously
slid it under her nightshirt. She squeezed it a bit into shape...it looked
like she had a couple of D cup size breasts. She wondered, maybe if she just
was careful about what she said, and gave an exact size, then maybe, "No" she
thought. "It's too dangerous." The dream she'd just had was enough warning for
her. She threw the jellyfish back on the floor and went to get a glass of
water. She felt better after drinking it, and slowly drifted back to sleep.
She dreamed about causing an alien invasion with a wish for world peace. April
stayed in bed all morning, and when her parents came she moaned and acted as
if she had a stomach ache. She shook her head when asked if she wanted
breakfast, and only answered "I'm fine, really" when her mom grew tired of the
silent treatment and asked if she was okay. She skipped lunch, she didn't feel
much like eating, and the necessary communication with her family would be too
much for her anyway. Finally at around 2, Sam came over. He climbed up the
ladder to her room on the second floor, as was his custom...even though he was
welcome to come in the door. "April, you okay? I heard you were sick." April
nodded. "Is there anything I can do."
April took a sketchpad from her nightstand. She wrote "I'm glad to see you."
"I'm glad to see you...Do you have a sore throat? Laryngitis?" April shook her
head. "What then?" "Do you trust me?" she wrote. "Of course." "I made a wish
yesterday," she wrote. "And what I say comes true, but in a bad way, like in
that Monkey Paw story!" "You're serious?" "Yes! I grew an inch taller when I
made that joke when Billy pinched me! And I broke that ballplayer's arm! Is
your family ok?" "Um, They're fine? Why? What ballplayer? What are you talking
about." "Good. About your family" she wrote. "I need your help." Sam didn't
know what to do, he didn't really believe her, but she was really scared, he
could tell. "What can I do?" "Just stay with me," she wrote. "And make sure I
don't say anything until 7 o'clock." "I can do that." he smiled. She smiled
back and hugged him. "You're really serious about this?" he asked.
She nodded and took off Sam's shoes and motioned for him to stand up. She
stood up next to him and looked him in the eye. He'd always been about two
inches taller than April, but now she was almost but not quite as tall as him.
"You really are taller, at least you seem to be. This is weird." April nodded
again. She shrugged. April's parents had dinner plans and Sam said he'd take
care of April while she was sick so they didn't have to cancel.
He opened the window to let the cool spring air in, and they cuddled on the
coach and spent the next few hours watching videos and eating the pizza that
finally arrived, albeit a day late. They watched one of her favorite movies,
"Dune," which took up most of the time, since it was an insanely long movie,
even cut for time, but Sam knew the April liked it, and was even re-reading
the novel for some reason, so he watched it with her and humored her. He knew
that something was really bothering her, even if it seemed ridiculous, and he
hoped that this would make her feel better As the movie ended, Sam commented
that Alicia Witt played the scary girl at the end, but now "She's really a
hottie, you know?" he smiled. He knew that April would usually say something,
but she had to remain silent. She smirked and elbowed his gut instead. She
knew that Sam had a thing for redheads and had tried dying her hair once, but
couldn't get it right. She smiled and kissed him, and soon they were on her
bed, wrapped around each other, kissing each other's face, and lips, and neck.
This was something April didn't need to talk for, and for awhile she forgot
about the silly wish, and the problems it could cause. She was so glad Sam had
come over. She probably would have gone crazy if he wasn't around, or she'd
have started World War III or something with a mis-spoken word. They kissed
and cuddled for several minutes, and April sighed and smiled and they waited
for 7 P.M. Finally, as the Sam's watch neared 7, they kept a countdown. April
waited a few minutes to be sure and finally said. "There! Now it's after
seven!" she smiled. "And even if it wasn't, it is now that's I've said it."
"Clever." Sam kissed her. "You did a very good job. I can tell it was
difficult, and I'm glad you came through it ok." "Right." April giggled. "You
probably would have wanted me to say something like, oh, " April stood and
held her hands several inches in front of her chest and sarcastically
sing-songed "I'm a voluptuous redhead with huge breasts and an insatiable
sexual appetite."
"Now, that's not true, I'd never want you to say that." "I..I...what's
happening?" April watched as the fabric of her T-shirt stretched as her once-
non-existent boobs grew slowly into small bumps, and then quickly expanded
away from her body, swelling past softball size and g****fruit size, and all
the fruit and sport sizes in between. The shirt fabric grew tight, stretched
by her swelling mammaries. They felt warm, heavy, and wonderful. She continued
to stare in stunned silence and her breasts grew, and grew, and grew, and
grew, remaining perfectly spherical in the way that only boobs that are
growing to enormous size over the period of a few seconds seem to, until her
two honeydew melons caused her poor stretched-out T-shirt to push up over
themselves, and there they rested, jiggling silently in front of April's
amazed eyes. She felt them to make sure that they were real, and indeed they
were, and waves of pleasure swept over her and she felt herself up. She
watched as her long brown hair suddenly became a stunning dark fiery red, and
suddenly it seemed like her entire body was charged with desire. She ran her
fingers all over her new endowments, the soft, smooth tight skin, the dark
puffy areola, the hard nipples, twice the size of before. She couldn't believe
it. She was a voluptuous redhead with huge breasts! Just liked she'd said, but
Wait! It had been 7 o'clock, she knew it! What happened? Maybe the wish lasted
longer than 24 hours, maybe she said it wrong, she didn't remember. Her mind
was getting all fuzzy as she tried to think back to the day before. Two words
echoed in her mind, something from the radio the day before, Spring forward,
"Wha, Oh no! 24 hours, daylight savings time, it was daylight savings today
wasn't it?" she exclaimed. "Yeah I set my watch ahead last night, Aw, crap,
you didn't say anything! Are you ok? Is there anything I can do?"
Desire filled April's body and mind. A warm fuzziness filled her head, and she
slowly pulled off her clothes, revealing that she was now indeed red all over.
And like a newspaper she spread herself open. She smiled at Sam's gaping mouth
and licked her lips. "I'll tell you what you're going to do," she breathed,
running her fingers up and down the wetness between her legs. "You're going to
make love to me. You're going to fuck me now, you're going to fuck me hard,
and you're going to fuck me until I'm satisfied." In seconds, Sam was naked
and on top of her. He didn't even think, he just did. He was already erect
from watching her breasts expand and break free from the confines of her
shirt, and he grasped his hard, full, penis in his hand and slowly traced its
throbbing head around her moist lips, gently massaging her swollen clit with
his other hand, running his fingers through her lush public hair.
"Mmm....Sam?" "Yea, babe?" "That's all well and good, but unless you're inside
me, and deep inside me, in the next ten seconds, I am going to get really
cross. Ugh!" she exclaimed as Sam slid himself inside the wet, warm tightness
and gently slid back out. "Harder!" she exclaimed. He pounded himself into
her." Yes! More!" Again and again he pounded himself into her. "Oh fuck, Sam
that feels so good." and as she said it, it felt even better.
"Mmm, that feels so good, fuck Sam, your dick is so big." Sam smiled. He knew
he was in fact a little below average, but April always managed to say
something to make him feel good, even if he was just, as they said "A nice
size." Suddenly, he felt himself an odd sensation, and slowly realized that
his dick was growing! He felt April growing tighter around him, she'd said he
was big, and so he was! "Fuck! I can feel you growing inside me! It's growing
so big. Mmmmm," and as she said it, it was. She was now tight, and Sam now
filled her completely. She grasped the bed as the pleasure increased to
unbearable amounts. Sam played with April's huge tits, running his hands over
them as he continued to move in and out of her. They were so big, and so soft,
and so firm, and they felt so good in his hand, he couldn't believe that only
minutes ago this had been his flat-chested girlfriend. He'd never said
anything about April's breasts, or lack thereof, but he'd always fantasized
about her having, well, any boobs at all. And now she was sporting headlights
large enough to light the way for an 18-wheeler. He gently squeezed April's
huge, hat peg sized nipples, and he heard her moan again. April's back arched
and she began panting "Oh, I'm going to orgasm. I'm gonna, oh, oh, that feels
so good." Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, but it wasn't enough.
She needed more! Sam continued to fuck her, again and again, and after a few
seconds she felt the pleasure start to build in her once again. It increased
even more quickly this time, and she moaned as another orgasm struck, but
again, it just wasn't enough, she didn't know why, but she wanted, needed
more. Sam complied; he had now choice, continually driving his now enormous
penis into her, over and over, faster, and faster, and orgasm after orgasm
brought no relief. April's body was a huge sexual capacitor and it simply kept
absorbing charge after charge. She hovered on the edge of consciousness, about
to black out from the intensity of the sensations, but always teetering on
that edge, constantly being pulled back by the unstoppable force of her
incredible desire. After almost forty minutes had passed, Sam was utterly
exhausted, but he couldn't stop, he couldn't stop playing with April's huge
breasts, the way they protruded amazingly from her tiny frame, the perfect
curves and big hard nipples, the way they bounced and jiggled with every
thrust and moan.
Yet he knew something was wrong, he couldn't keep this up. There was just no
way. It was the most incredibly lovemaking session he'd ever even dreamed of,
but it was starting to take a toll on his body. He was getting tired, his
penis throbbed, his balls raged with unspent semen, his arms and legs were on
fire with exhaustion. He felt like he might pass out, yet he had to keep it
up, harder, and harder, a need, a desire, a compulsion. Then, as he felt his
mental faculties begin to slip away to machinelike sexual function, it dawned
on him. "April!" he shouted. "Do you hear me?"
"Mmmm, good, Sam, good, good." "April I need you to hear me!"
"Yes," she gasped. "I hear you Sam. It feels really good."
"You said you had an insatiable sexual appetite." "Mmmmmm. Yes, sex, please,
please, please." "And you said I'd fuck you till you were satisfied." "Yes,
please, mmm, So good." "But those two things together mean I'll never be able
to stop!" "Mmm, mmmm."
"If you're insatiable, by definition, you'll never be satisfied. I'll have to
do this forever!" "Mmmm, sex, forever, Mmmmm." "No, listen, I can't keep it
up. Listen you know it's true, you need to do something." April wanted to have
sex forever, to live like this, the pleasure, the feelings, the electricity,
but in the back of her mind, she knew it wasn't right. They'd die from
exhaustion, or thirst, or something. "Okay, okay." she panted, she needed to
stop this, but she didn't want to give up the feelings, the energy of her new
desire. She didn't want to go back to normal, she couldn't. Not now. "Okay,
she finally panted as she felt another orgasm approaching., "My sexual
appetite isn't totally insatiable." As the words left her lips, both partners
climaxed instantaneously as enough kilowatts of sexual energy to light a small
town were released. April felt the world explode again and again as she felt
the warmth of Sam's ejaculation spread through her, pleasure coursing through
every inch of her body, through her every vein and capillary, until she
finally collapsed, exhausted, sweaty, flushed, wet, and totally, completely,
and amazingly satisfied. After in interminable amount of time, both lovers
stirred. April smiled, she never remembered feeling this good. She yawned and
looked down at her huge tits and gasped.
"Look at me!" "I am!" smiled Sam as he blinked his eyes.
"Okay," she said. "It's okay, um, let's see. I have normal, D cup sized
breasts." "D cups?" smiled Sam. "No sense in going all the way back." she
smiled. "Might as well take a chance."
April sat up and closed her eyes and felt her enormous endowments shrink back
to a more manageable size. She could sense them shrinking past melon size,
past cantaloupe size, past g****fruit size, back down to the D-cup size from
her dreams, that perfect, bouncy, wonderful size, the size that she'd always
wanted to be. But when she opened her eyes she was greeted by the same, huge,
round orbs that had been there when she'd closed them. He improbable boobs
extended from her small frame out several inches in each direction, making
them wider at the boobs than her arms when they were held at her side. They
bobbed gently in front of her, with no discernable sag, reaching down to her
cute inny belly-button and protruding nearly a foot in front of her. She knew
they must be terribly heavy, yet they didn't pull very much, and her back
didn't hurt at all from supporting them. The pale white skin was tight, but
not sore. As she touched it, waves of pleasure once again jumped throughout
her body. She lifted one of them slightly, and let it drop, watching it
jiggle. The movement continued for several seconds until the titanic tit
finally wobbled to a stop. She ran her fingers all over them, until the
sensation was too much for her. She examined them again and turned to profile,
and saw how they hung, impossibly, protruding out at a perfect right angle.
They were otherworldly in appearance, to say the least. Perfect, round...and
huge. April finally blinked and brought herself back to earth. They hadn't
gotten smaller at all! She was enormous, and they weren't shrinking after
she'd said the words. "Crap! Sam! What time is it?" "8:24" said Sam, looking
at his watch. "I guess you sorta missed your window." "So much for world
peace." she looked down at her massive tits. "So much for normal-sized boobs."
"I'm sorry." Sam said with a mixture of sincerity and drooling, pounding
euphoria from the sight of April's sexually exaggerated body.
"I'll bet you are. Now I'm stuck like this." "Not a terrible way to be stuck."
She shrugged her shoulders, her gigantic boobs wobbling slightly from the
motion like ocean tides on a tiny island. She examined herself in the mirror
over her dresser. She was a natural redhead now, or, well, a supernatural
redhead, with pale skin and vibrant red hair, full luscious lips, and an even
curvier body. The curves that stuck out most, literally, were the ones that
framed her spectacular breasts. Looking at them, she had to admit they were
amazing. She had no idea how she'd explain them to her parents. They'd
probably totally freak. "Oh well," she thought. "Maybe I can just tell them
I'm a really late bloomer."
"I mean, it doesn't seem like anything bad happened, like you were worried
about." said Sam, turning his gaze from the beautiful woman in the mirror to
the eyes of the beautiful woman sitting next to him. He felt himself growing
hard again from the view, and glanced down at the nearly tennis- ball sized
head of his now over-sized endowment as it crept its way past his navel
"Nothing exploded or anything, right?" "Yea, I guess not. But still." She
sighed as Sam gently caressed her spectacularly large breasts and kissed her
gently on the lips. Their tongues met and she felt the now familiar waves of
desire cover her. She felt the force of something huge and hard pressed
against her thigh. "I guess I could get used to it, " she thought as they fell
together into the bed. "At least until next year."
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