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SRU: Charmed Synopsis: A young man is a bit obsessed with his girlfriend's body. In order to 'improve' her, he gets a magical charm from the SRU wizard. However, the plan backfires when older memories return - with a vengeance. [email protected] ********************************************************************** SRU: Charmed Joe glanced up, peering between Kim's breasts to see the expression on her face. With renewed determination, he continued to kiss upward and outward, his lips heading toward her left nipple even as his fingers played with the right one. He watched the contented smile on her face and felt good; Joe enjoyed immensely playing with Kim's small boobs, and fortunately for him, she enjoyed it as well. "You know," he said as he gazed between the small mounds of her breasts, "I bet you'd love bigger breasts." The magic ended. Kim pulled away abruptly and sat up, an angry frown on her face. "What is it with you and big boobs?" she snarled. Joe realized, slowly, that he'd stepped in it. "I didn't mean to make you mad," he tried to apologize. "It was just an innocent little comment." Kim glared at him as she pulled on her bra. "Innocent, hell! You're always talking about bigger boobs!" She snatched her sweater from the floor and pulled it over her head, barely mussing her short brunette hair. "Did you ever think that maybe, just maybe, I might not want bigger boobs? Did you ever think how your little 'comments' might make me feel? Did you?" She stood angrily and stomped to the bedroom door. "I doubt it. Because if you had, you'd stop!" She stormed off in search of her shoes; fortunately for her, the foreplay had only gotten her sweater and bra off. The sound of the door slamming let Joe know that she was gone, probably for the rest of the weekend. Joe sighed. "Why is she so angry about it?" he asked himself. He really didn't have a clue. His biggest problem in understanding Kim was that he was inexperienced with women. In high school, he'd only dated a half-dozen times. It wasn't that he didn't want to; Joe wanted female companionship as much as the next guy. But Joe was awkward around girls, and to add to his misery, he just couldn't control his fascination with a woman's breasts - and the larger, the better. On top of that, he wasn't overly attractive to the ladies, either. Joe was quite ... average. Average height, average weight, average build, average looks. In a crowd, he'd have absolutely blended in. Only his cheesy moustache and goatee set him apart from most other guys. Joe sat up and reluctantly trudged to the kitchen of his townhouse. Since he'd gotten the job as a copy editor at a modest publishing house, he'd been able to afford some things that he hoped would make him more appealing to women. The only thing was, he couldn't get past his fixation. Kim had been different. She'd ignored his obsession, and they'd spent a lot of time together. In fact, she'd almost moved in with him a couple of times. When he did comment, she usually dismissed it as a joke. Or, more correctly, she used to. Now, however, she was taking offense to his continued comments, and the result was usually an argument. Joe knew he was going to have to make up to Kim. A gift - that would do the trick. Something special as his way of apologizing. He locked the door behind himself as he headed to his car. A quick drive later, he was at the mall. "What should I get?" Joe asked, speaking to himself. Joe barely noticed that he was talking to himself loudly enough that some people actually noticed. He considered his options. Last time, he'd gone for the nice dinner at Luigi's. That had set him back a bit, but Kim had forgiven him. Perfume? No, Kim wasn't really into perfume. Flowers? Joe didn't know - he'd never gotten flowers for a girl, because they just died anyway and didn't last. He couldn't see past the practicality to the romantic value. Jewelry? Now there was an option, although Joe was going to have to be careful. The wrong thing might give Kim ideas that he was ready to settle down, which he wasn't. Not quite yet, anyway. Rings were out. A nice necklace? Joe began to think - a necklace would be nice without promises of a commitment. Joe was thinking as he walked, and before he had decided, he rounded a corner and found himself staring into the window of a curious little shop. While the shop seemed to be some type of antique or knick-knack shop, the most amazing thing was that, in the mall, it had a storefront with a door and a rustic little sign overhead proclaiming its name. Spells R Us. Joe laughed at the name. Obviously, this shop was some kind of new-age mystical establishment, and with the name, he knew that another major toy chain would be suing them for trademark infringement. Joe figured it wouldn't hurt to check out the store. As he opened the door, a bell tinkled to announce his presence, startling Joe. "That's strange," he muttered to himself. Stores in the mall just didn't have doors, let alone the little tinkling bells. Joe stopped for a second as he gazed around the store. The variety of products was almost overwhelming. This was no ordinary curio store, Joe realized. Costumes hung in a neat rack on one wall. Videos and computer games filled a shelf. A display held convenience products such as aspirin and suntan lotion. And while these items seemed out of place, the vast majority of the store was filled with an odd assortment of antique and near- antique ... stuff. There was no other word to describe it. An old love seat. A seaman's chest. An old table covered with old boxes full of rings. Another table with a necklace rack, too full and looking ready to topple. A Victorian reading chair and footstool. An old bookshelf, filled with jewelry boxes instead of books. Boxes and boxes of antique books stacked in the corners. The store seemed ready to burst from holding too much. Joe shook his head as he stared around the store. His mother had been an antique fanatic, so he'd been exposed to old things all through his life. In fact, as he mentally compared this store to other antique shops, he knew his mother would have loved this place. The problem was that Joe didn't acquire his mother's love of antiquities. All he wanted was... "May I help you, Joe?" The voice came from behind him, startling Joe. He spun, and did a double take. First, he could have sworn that the aisle had been empty moments before. Second, the man addressing him had called him by name. And third, the man was dressed in a dowdy old dark bathrobe. Or ... Joe paused. The second thought was impossible - if it wasn't a bathrobe, it would have passed for a wizard's robe. The old man smiled. "Correct," he answered simply. "How did you do that?" Joe sputtered. "It's like you're ... reading my mind!" He shook his head. That would fit the wizard robe, but that would also mean the man was truly a wizard. And of course, that was impossible. Wasn't it? The old man smiled again and shrugged. "So close, my boy, and yet you still can't believe." He shook his head. "So, what can I do for you today, Joe?" Joe frowned. "I don't know." He glanced toward the rack of necklaces. "I had some problems with my girlfriend ..." The old man beamed. "And now you need to buy a little gift to make up, correct?" He turned toward the table. "I gather you're thinking of jewelry, and something nice, but not intimate, correct?" Joe seemed surprised, but he nodded. "Yeah, I don't want Kim to think I'm pushing for a commitment or anything," he explained. "And I've got just the thing to help solve all your problems." The old man rifled through the necklaces. "Hmm," he mumbled to himself, "now where is it?" His fingers danced across the assortment of gold and silver charms and chains, then he frowned and bent over. Beneath the table was an old wooden crate stuffed with even smaller wooden boxes, each of them in turn overflowing with chains, pendants, necklaces, and other assorted jewelry. "Ah," the old man announced happily as he extracted a prize from one box, "here you are!" He straightened up and held forth the necklace to Joe. It was a gold charm shaped like a horizontal figure eight, done in fine filigree. Or, as Joe examined it more closely, a pair of circles that touched at the edge. From each circle, a fine gold chain extended upward until they met in the necklace clasp. There was something mesmerizing about the charm, and as Joe stared at it, the circles seemed to change momentarily. Joe started and blinked, then he stared again. For the briefest of seconds, it looked like the circles had actually ... grown larger! "Uh," Joe muttered, "it's pretty nice. But how does it help...?" "Joe, Joe, Joe," the old man clucked. "Things are not always as they seem. For example, one of your problems with your girlfriend is your fascination with large breasts, and your secret desire that she have bigger boobs." The old man smiled. "Of course, after this morning, it's not much of a secret any more, is it?" Joe's mouth dropped open. "How...?" He stared at the necklace, then back at the old man. In answer, the old man pointed at the wall behind the cash register (itself an antique), where a sign read, "Because I'm a wizard, that's how." Joe slowly read the sign, then he sighed. "Okay, let's say I buy this whole thing. How does this necklace help me?" "This necklace has special powers. At midnight, while the wearer sleeps, it will increase the bust of the wearer by one size." Joe started to scoff, but the charm caught his attention again. It _was_ different in size - bigger than when he'd first looked at it. Maybe it really _did_ have magic powers. "Okay," he finally said softly. "How much?" "Fifty dollars," the old man said quickly. The two proceeded to the counter, where the old man placed the necklace into a gift box. Then after relieving Joe of his money, he handed the box to Joe, together with a piece of paper. "These are the instructions. Please read them and follow them precisely," the old man cautioned. ********** "I know I was being pretty insensitive," Joe said softly as he stared across the table at Kim. While there were no candles, nor linen tablecloths, and the plates were paper and the entree was pizza, Joe had dimmed the lights and poured glasses of Kim's favorite wine for the two of them. "I'm sorry, and I'm going to try to be less ... offensive." He pulled his hand from under the table and slid the gift-wrapped box toward Kim. Kim pried off the wrapping paper carefully, then opened the box. Her mouth dropped open in surprise as she extracted the necklace. "Oh, Joe," she cried, "it's lovely! And the circles - joined together like our lives are!" She unfastened the clasp and put it around her neck. Joe gulped. While the plan for her breast enhancement was working, he'd missed the obvious symbolism of the touching circles. "Well," he fumbled for words, "you're pretty important to me, and I wanted you to know it." He winced, knowing that his words were starting to sound like he was interested in a long-term relationship. Kim positively glowed with happiness. "You know, I've been thinking - maybe it's time that I moved in. Since we haven't been dating others, you know...." She left the sentence hang, and Joe knew she'd mistaken the message. Still, if the charm worked.... And in the mood she was in, he was bound to get lucky tonight. ********** The sunlight stabbed Joe's eyes, and he winced. Slowly, he sat up, trying to figure out what had awakened him as his brain re- engaged. The buzzing noise resumed, and Joe turned his weary head toward the phone. Half-awake, he picked up the cordless handset and turned it on. "Hello?" he asked uncertainly. Kim awoke at the sound of his voice. She lay on her pillow, watching Joe. For a few moments, he spoke, then he turned off the phone and set it down. He turned back to see Kim watching him. "Morning, sweetie," she cooed. Joe forced a smile through his sleep-fogged mind. "Morning," he answered. Then he spied the necklace, still around her neck. His eyes were instantly open, and his mind nearly sprained itself as it lurched from near-stop to full alert. The charm - she was wearing the charm. And she'd slept in it. So if the magic really worked... Joe flopped down next to Kim and, under the pretext of giving her a hug, he pulled the covers back a little. His eyes widened as he glimpsed Kim's bare bosom - her tits were bigger. Not a lot, but then again, Joe thought, anything bigger than her A-cups would have been a huge improvement. He smiled to himself as he embraced her. "Who was on the phone?" Kim finally asked. Joe snorted. "Boss. She was reminding me of the staff meeting, and she moved it up an hour earlier." Slowly, he sat up and swung his legs out of bed. "So I've got to go in." Kim slid up behind him and cuddled Joe from behind. "Well, I've probably got to get home so I can get ready for work, too." She kissed Joe's neck. "But once I move in, we'll have more time, won't we?" Joe smiled, masking his inward cringing. Kim was taking this far more seriously than he expected, and the entire relationship was about to spin out of control. "Well, if it weren't for this staff meeting, I'd have more time anyway." Joe did most of his work by telecommuting, so he didn't have to get up early - most of the time. And yet, if Kim wore the charm a few more nights, she'd have the kind of assets that Joe could really appreciate. He seemed amazed that Kim hadn't noticed the 'improvement', even though the instructions had clearly said that she would never notice unless she knew about the magic. And Joe was never going to let her know - she'd believe she'd always had big boobs. Both of them would be happy. Joe smiled as he gave Kim a quick kiss, then he closed the door behind himself and strode happily to his car. ********** Joe glanced over his shoulder as he left for yet another meeting. He was starting to appreciate Kim's presence as she'd all but moved in. She'd obviously taken the necklace as a sign that Joe was serious, but because she'd worn it nonstop, she'd also grown three cup sizes. Her small A cups were now full, plump, round D cups - a size much more to Joe's liking. Joe definitely liked what he saw. "See you after work?" Kim asked with a sweet smile. Joe nodded, thinking of how delightful her breasts had become. "You bet," he said eagerly. "I'll call in a pizza order before I leave the office." He made a show of catching the kiss she blew, then returned one to her before he closed the door. How much longer would he let her wear the necklace, he wondered. Two or three days? Probably not more than four. Even though it was a hard fact for Joe to admit, there _was_ such thing as too much tit. Kim pulled on her shirt, then glanced around the bedroom. As usual, it was rather messy. Well, she thought to herself, that was just another of those bad habits she'd have to work on. She had to leave for work herself, but before she did, she decided to do just a little straightening. She picked up some of the stray dirty clothes, including a couple of her own blouses. She sighed when she saw that the laundry basket was full - of clean clothes. Rather than leave a job half-done, Kim carried the basket to the bedroom, where she dumped it on the bed. After refilling it with the dirty laundry, she set to folding the clean stuff. Kim almost left the clothes piled up on the bed, but something nagged at her to finish the job. She opened Joe's sock drawer, and as she pushed around the messy pile of socks to make room for the clean ones, she spied a wrinkled piece of paper. Instantly, Kim's curiosity hit full-gear. It looked like a receipt of some kind, and when she looked closer, she realized it was wrapped around something. Kim's her heart raced - was it a receipt for an engagement ring? She carefully unfolded the paper. Kim's hope was replaced by confusion when she saw what the paper had concealed. She pulled out the necklace to compare, and found that it was in every way identical to the one she was wearing. She shook her head - this didn't make any sense. Curiosity slowly overcame her, and she unfolded the paper. Kim's eyebrows, upturned from curiosity, slowly lowered as her eyes narrowed. The moment she read the instructions, she understood the magic of the charm, and she knew that her large breasts were the result. Her lips pursed tightly, and a fire erupted from her eyes. "That son-of-a-bitch!" she swore loudly. Kim yanked her top off, then stared at her breasts in disbelief. Having read the instructions, she knew. She understood what the charm was, and what it had done. And she was furious. No, furious was an inappropriate description - Kim's anger would have dwarfed the fiery inferno of Mount Etna in full eruption. She gazed at her D-cups and fumed, wondering just how far Joe would have gone with the stupid charm. Angrily, Kim tried to yank the charm from her neck, but the chain wouldn't break. Still swearing to herself, she unfastened the clasp and removed the necklace, throwing it roughly onto the dresser. She pulled her shirt back on, then stomped out of the house, slamming the door shut behind her even as she tried to adjust to the new bounce of her significantly larger breasts. ********** Kim cuddled up behind Joe as the two lay in bed. Her eyes still burned with a cold rage, but she wore a pleasant mask to hide her emotions. It had taken the better part of the day, but Kim finally decided that she needed to get even. If Joe wanted to pull some childish stunt on her, she needed to teach him a lesson - one that he'd never forget. She listened carefully as she lay still. Soon, the rhythmic heaving of his chest grew more shallow and his breathing slowed. Kim waited a bit longer until she was absolutely certain that Joe was asleep. Finally, when she was satisfied, she reached behind her neck and unclasped the hated necklace. Then, carefully, she snaked one end of the chain between Joe and the bed. Fearful of being discovered, she slowly fastened the necklace's clasp. With a wicked grin, Kim slid out of bed and silently pulled on her clothes. From her pocket, she pulled out a note and carefully set it on her pillow. Then, still being careful not to make noise, she let herself out of Joe's townhouse and drove home. ********** Joe woke slowly, wondering why Kim hadn't awakened him. He rolled over carefully, so as not to accidentally bump her. Then his eyes bolted open as he became aware that she wasn't in bed with him. Joe bolted upright, and then his head dropped as he felt something strange on his chest. Joe's eyes widened as he gazed at his chest. On his chest, Joe had large brown nipples, easily three times larger than he remembered, and capping teeny conical mounds. Joe's mouth dropped open and his hands reached up, reflexively, to touch the strange growths. "What the hell?" he asked himself softly as his hands confirmed what his eyes had seen. And yet, as he touched his new nipples, Joe felt a strangely erotic sensation course through his chest. His eyes, already wide with shock at the change, widened even more with pleasant surprise. For several seconds, Joe forgot about the strangeness of his having small boobs and played with his nipples, enjoying the different and wonderful sensations. He felt himself getting aroused by the erotic feelings emanating from his ... tits. ********** For perhaps the hundredth time, Joe gazed down at his chest. There was absolutely no denying it - he had small breasts. But how? Then he noticed the paper on Kim's pillow. Still cupping one breast, Joe picked up the note and began to read. As the note slowly dropped from his hand, his fingers fumbled at his neck until he grasped the fine chain. Slowly, he tugged until the charm was held between his fingers. Craning his neck, he stared down at the magical ornament. The surprised expression on Joe's face slowly changed into a look of guilty acknowledgement. His anger at Kim's action clouded his judgement, and he was unable to realize that her actions were the result of his own trickery. What Joe couldn't see was that Kim was merely returning the 'favor'. Joe grabbed yesterday's T-shirt and pulled it on, as much to hide his breasts from others' views, and then he cringed as he saw the tiny breasts pushing out from his chest, his larger dark nipples faintly visible through the white fabric and the tiny erect nubs sticking out plainly. Joe sighed and pulled off the shirt, then he pulled on a loose polo shirt. Once more, Joe sighed; from his own eyes, his tiny tits seemed to stick out a mile. He stood, and got a surprise as his breasts bobbed slightly, rubbing his nipples against his shirt. Joe frowned; the fabric of his shirt was very coarse against his newer, larger, and more sensitive nipples. He knew he'd have to do something or the shirt would rub them raw. Joe walked into his bathroom, then stopped as he caught sight of himself in the mirror. As his gaze fixed on his shirt, and the two small bulges protruding from it, Joe felt his hands lifting again to cup his new boobs. For several seconds, he turned and twisted, cupping and fondling his breasts, pulling his shirt tight and loose, as he explored how they looked on his chest. His eyes admired the tiny but promising shape, the distinctly feminine lines of growing breasts, and for a moment, he wondered what they'd look like if they were large and voluptuous. Then his gaze lifted, and he saw his face atop the strange chest. A frown formed on his face. He wasn't a girl, so having tits was wrong. They didn't belong on _his_ chest. Kim's - yes. His, no. Then Joe felt the chafing again, and he stopped gawking at his tits in the mirror. He rooted around in his medicine cabinet, located a couple of gauze pads, and then used some tape to secure the gauze pads over his already-raw nipples. That chore done, he grabbed his toothbrush and began his 'normal' morning ritual. The usual energetic brushing was slowed, since his usual frenetic arm motions set his tiny tits jiggling, distracting him. The day was weird for Joe. First, he tried to call Kim to apologize, but all he got was her machine. Then he fired up his computer and logged in to the office, starting his normal routine of telecommuting, interrupted a few times as new sensations - the tiny but noticeable sensations of breasts jiggling, bouncing, and swaying - caught his attention and caused Joe to become aroused. By the end of the day, Joe was wondering what he was going to do about his breasts. The cause was the charm from the Spells R Us shop, so Joe reasoned that the answer would likewise be found there. At first, Joe was terrified of going out with breasts, but he finally convinced himself that he had to go if he was going to take care of the problem. Besides, they looked small, so his baggy shirt should hide them ... he hoped. As he walked through the mall toward the shop, Joe felt conspicuous. He _knew_ that everyone was watching him, staring at his breasts, laughing behind his back. Looking down, avoiding eye contact with anyone, Joe hastened through the mall. But try as he might, he couldn't find the strange little store anywhere. He walked around the entire mall twice to be sure, but the shop just wasn't to be found. Discouraged, Joe finally went home as the mall was closing. Joe ripped the tape from his chest, freeing his nipples from their bondage. The cool evening air immediately caused his nipples to harden, and as soon as he touched them, they began to send their arousing messages into his nerves. Joe lost himself in the pleasure of caressing his own nipples, sinking to his bed and laying down as he continued to play. ********** Something was pressing into Joe's chest as he awakened. Confused, Joe woke up, rolling suddenly to see what the obstacle was. Immediately, the pressure in his chest was replaced with bouncing and tugging on his chest. Joe glanced down, remembering with a groan that he had grown tits thanks to Kim and that stupid charm. As he sat up, Joe's eyes widened in surprise. His tits were bigger, and the nipples larger. Frantically, Joe reached for his neck, only to realize to his horror that in his anger, he'd somehow forgotten to take the necklace off and it had been on overnight. As a result, his breasts had grown a size larger. After showering - and discovering that the water spray on his nipples actually hurt - Joe sat down on his couch. For several minutes, he sat, contemplating the situation. The same loose shirt which had mostly hidden his tits the day before now did little to hide his expanded chest; the soft curvy - and very feminine - mounds were clearly evident. Joe glanced down again, then he glanced at the necklace held in his hands. In a fit of frustration, he hurled the necklace across the room. He was a guy, dammit, and having tits was wrong. He picked up his copy of Sports Illustrated and began to read. About two articles later, Joe slapped the copy of SI down. He glared at the breasts on his chest, then, with a visible shudder coursing up his spine, he began to rummage through the magazine pile. Within moments, he found what he was searching for. The thick Sears catalog opened almost automatically to the lingerie section, which was quite well worn. Joe flipped through a few pages until he found the section that documented the complex formulas for bra sizes. Leaving the catalog opened to that page, he rose and dug through a kitchen drawer until he found a tape measure. Then, carefully following the directions in the catalog, Joe began to measure his own body. Based on how he knew the charm worked, Joe wasn't surprised to discover that his cups were now a solid B. Then, absently, he flipped through the catalog, examining which bras were available in his band and cup size combination. This little game distracted Joe for almost an hour, until he realized he had to get logged on and get to work. But first, he got the gauze and covered his nipples once more to protect them from the coarse fabric of his shirt. ********** As the news wound down, Joe reached for the remote and turned off the television. Slowly, he levered himself out of the couch and lurched to his feet. The sudden motion set off the unfamiliar tugging and bouncing on his chest, and his hands automatically reached up and clasped his boobs to stop the motion. He picked up his phone and tried one more message to Kim, but she didn't answer. Either she wasn't home, or she was still angry and ignoring him. Sighing heavily at how badly he'd blown it with Kim, Joe slogged off to bed. A couple of hours later, with his hands fondling his breasts and his eyes barely open, Joe stumbled back into the living room. He cursed loudly when he stubbed a toe, and hopping on one foot while awkwardly rubbing his sore appendage, he flipped on a light, muttering his own stupidity for not having done so first. He dropped to all fours and began to search the floor, occasionally pausing to cup a dangling swaying breast. Finally, with a triumphant "aha", he walked back into his bedroom as he continued to enjoy the sensation of playing with his own breast. ********** The sound of the phone drilled into Joe's brain, slowly rousing him from his strange dreams. One by one, his brain cells and nerves activated. Suddenly, the incoming signals seemed jumbled, and Joe's eyes snapped open. His expression changed from lackluster sleepiness to confusion, then to concern. He levered his body up off the bed, wondering why he felt like something was pressing into his chest, and even that motion added to the strange sensations. The pressure disappeared, replaced by a tugging and swaying, and even as his head bent down, he knew. His eyes confirmed what his brain already knew - he not only had the same breasts he'd had for the past couple of days, but, thanks to the necklace dangling around his neck, they were larger. They hung down toward the bed, large round and capped by huge dark nipples. Joe twisted his body to sit, and even that motion supplied its share of strange sensations. His boobs, now a full C-cup, bounced and swayed on his chest. As Joe's mouth opened in surprise, his hands lifted of their own accord to cup the large feminine mounds and to dampen their jiggling and bouncing. Joe stared, open-mouthed, at the large mounds fixed to his torso. The ringing of the phone snapped him from his trance, and Joe dropped his hands - or rather, one of them - and grabbed the phone. "Hello?" he answered hesitantly. "Joe," the woman on the other end said, "I need you at the office today - and probably tomorrow. I need you to fill in working the op ed page." Joe's heart raced. To be called from being merely a copy editor to working the opinions page - that was a big step. His fist clenched triumphantly - finally someone recognized his talent and potential. He raised his arm while mouthing 'Yes!'. And he stopped - the motion set off a wild jiggling of his boobs. "But..." he started to protest, suddenly aware that his ... situation ... now made realizing his dream an impossibility. "Look, Joe," the woman - his boss - suddenly sounded sympathetic, "I know the guys can be hard on you because of your, uh, condition. But with Ernie and Stan at the convention, and Bernard out with the flu, I need you down at the office." Joe seemed stunned. It was as if she knew he had boobs ... and didn't care! He _knew_ from the instructions that nobody else would know of the magic, but it still seemed odd that only _he_ knew of the change. "Uh," he stalled for time. This was weird. "Everyone knows the rules on harassment," his boss said sternly, not giving him time to protest. "If anyone does anything..." She let the sentence hang. Joe knew, suddenly, that his boss would protect him against any intimidating threats, touching, or harassing or lewd comments. As if he were one of the girls... "Okay," Joe finally answered reluctantly. "Give me half an hour." He hung up the phone, then let his hands fall to his sides. This was weird. His boss - knew? Knew of his boobs? And so did everyone else, apparently? Because he needed to be protected from lewd and insulting comments? It didn't make any sense. Unless... Joe slowly went to the dresser. As he opened his underwear drawer, a gasp escaped his mouth. Instead of his undershirts ... his drawer was stocked with bras! With an air of disbelief, he grabbed one and slumped back on the bed. Like a robot, he fumbled with the bra and eventually pulled it on. He was surprised that it fit him perfectly. And at the same time, a tiny flicker of rational thought did a quick analysis of the situation. Magic was real, that much was certain. The necklace - and the resultant breasts on his chest - proved that much. And Kim hadn't noticed - not until she saw the directions. The old man had said that would be the case. Now - as Joe's own chest grew, his clothing - indeed, all of reality - was changing to match. T-shirts made no sense, but bras did. His boss and coworkers knew of his 'condition'. He stood, amazed at how the bra clasped his boobs, holding them firm and preventing that annoying yet erotic swaying. Definitely an improvement, he thought. He went to his closet, and the surprise mounted as he saw that his shirts all had darts in the front, much like women's blouses, to accommodate his large breasts. He shook his head and continued his dressing ritual, wondering to himself what other surprises he was going to find. ********** The TV blared in the background, but Joe wasn't paying attention. Instead, he was thinking about the day at work. It had been a very strange day. Everyone seemed to know about his breasts, and most of his co-workers paid them no mind. The women - they seemed friendlier, almost chummy, with Joe - almost as if he were one of the gang. Sandy, who had never spoken to him in the past, spent nearly an hour in his cubicle discussing, of all things, underwear, and what _he_ thought of various styles of bras. In the past, he'd spent his share of time ogling her DD-cup breasts, and she'd been hyper defensive. Now, it was as if none of that had ever happened. Demi-bras, full support bras, lacy bras, bustiers - she talked about all of them, as if discussing ladies lingerie with Joe were an everyday occurrence. She joked about the time she'd dared Joe to wear a bustier to the office, and how it had really perked up Joe's assets and left him embarrassed. She talked about the lingerie party she was having and how the girls were looking forward to Joe being there - with his unique perspective. By the time she left, Joe was dazed and confused. This was not the Sandy who'd accused him of sexual harassment over his leering. She was ... friendly. She even asked if the minimizer bra helped, and Joe stumbled a response even as he wondered what the hell she was talking about. When he got home, he'd found a lacy minimizer bra in his dresser - a gift from Sandy? His boss treated him like one of the girls. She confided that his situation was why she let him telecommute when she wouldn't let anyone else do so. She offered thanks to helping get rid of old Meyerson, the leering bastard, who'd tried to come on to her. If it hadn't been for Joe's 'condition'... She let the sentence hang, and Joe realized that in this reality, he'd been the victim of some harassment, too. Even by Meyerson. A rude or lewd comment, perhaps? As he thought over the day, Joe realized that the guys seemed nervous around him. Fearful of accusations of harassment, perhaps? Were they afraid of being caught staring at him, lest they be accused and fired? Suddenly, Joe's breasts didn't seem like such a handicap, at least not at the office. They had given him, for the first time in his life, a sense of power, of control. Joe pulled off his shirt, revealing the jogging bra he was wearing. Draping a towel over a chair back, Joe stepped onto his stair climber and began to work out. His pace increased, and slowly, beads of sweat began to form on his brow. And at the same time, his breasts bounced within the limits set by the sports bra. The motion was both erotic and hypnotic; Joe felt the rhythmic swaying and bouncing on his chest. Without warning, Joe stopped and tore off the sports bra, revealing his large rounded mammaries. He resumed his exercise, but this time, he literally attacked the machine, his aggressive exercise causing his boobs to bounce frantically. His large nipples, glistening with the sweat dripping from his brow, became erect as the frenetic bouncing and swaying tugged at his muscles in an unfamiliar and at times, almost painful fashion. And yet, because he wasn't used to the bouncing, he found it erotic. He pushed himself, relishing in the strange sensations emanating from the jiggling tits attached to his chest. Joe's eyes closed to shut out any distractions from the fascinating neural sensations of his own bouncing boobs. ********** Joe lay awake in bed. He couldn't do it - not again. It had been four days since the last time he'd worn the necklace, and he was going to stop. He _had_ to stop. D-cups were plenty big - maybe even too big! They didn't hinder him at work, but outside of work, he was a freak, a man with boobs! People gawked, stared, and laughed at him. It was humiliating. He _couldn't_ put on that necklace again. He'd already worn it once or twice too often. Or had he? After all, those tits were _so_ very erotic to have tugging and bouncing and swaying. Besides, since he telecommuted, he didn't have to go out _that_ often! All those years he'd wondered what it was like to have boobs, and now he had the chance. All he had to do was to put on the necklace again.... On and on the debate raged in his mind, and all the while, Joe was stroking his nipples, relishing in the very powerful sensations they sent through his body. He couldn't! But he could - just once more! No! No way! Not going to wear it! But if D cups felt good, just think how erotic DD's would be! No, tits are not for men! Oh, yes they are! Men love them - and he was a man, wasn't he? No! He was _not_ going to be a freak! But at work, they are helping his career, not hurting it! Yeah, but all the stares.... It's too weird! Yeah, but they're already big. Surely one more cup size wouldn't hurt that much! No! No more! Joe swung his feet over the edge of the bed and sat up. He fumbled on the end table, and when he came up empty-handed, he sighed with relief. It was a sign - the necklace wasn't on the nightstand. Joe remembered throwing the hated thing away, and he flopped back onto the bed, content that the argument of using it just one more time had been settled by his earlier actions. ********** "Hey, Joe, I need another brewski!" Joe glanced away from the TV toward his friend Mitch, sitting in one of the overstuffed chairs. "You want a beer? You know where the fridge is!" he replied. Mitch and three other friends were gathered at Joe's place - it was his turn to host the weekly football party. When Mitch and Tom called to confirm the party, Joe had panicked. He'd forgotten about the game, let alone that it was his turn to host. He couldn't... not with his 'condition'. But the guys had insisted, and knowing they would show up whether he wanted them there or not, Joe gave in and made a late-night run to the grocery store Saturday evening to stock up on beer, chips, dip, and other assorted snacks. He pulled on his baggiest sweater to help hide both his assets and his bra, and then waited nervously for the guys to show up. To Joe's complete surprise, the guys acted like there wasn't anything unusual. True, he'd caught them staring at his chest a couple of times, but for the most part, it was just like the game parties from before the charm and its magic. Mostly. "Hey, Joe," Fred called from the main room. Joe was relieving himself of some of his beer. "Check this out!" Joe zipped, flushed, splashed his hands in the sink, then hurried out to the living room. "What?" he asked. Fred, Mitch, and Tom were gawking at the screen. "Look at those," Tom said, his words a little slurred from too much alcohol. Joe looked at the TV. He felt a shudder of dread - the camera was focused on the cheerleaders - and their tight sweaters. As the girls bounced and jumped, their boobs jiggled, and the guys were watching every bounce like it was the most important thing in the universe. He backed into his chair and plopped down. "Kind of nice," he said cautiously. "Kind of?" Fred asked incredulously, his gaze still fixed on the bouncing bosoms. "Kind of?" He slowly turned to face Joe, a look of utter disbelief on his face. He stared at Joe for a few seconds, and Joe felt his cheeks burning when he realized that Fred was gawking at his own boobs. Finally, Fred shook his head, and with a laugh, turned back to the television. "I suppose you think yours are better," he mumbled. Based on the shocked expressions on Mitch's and Tom's faces, it was clear to Joe that Fred had just crossed some unspoken line by talking about Joe's boobs. "You're drunk," Mitch said, his voice a bit menacing. "Drop it." The room lapsed into an embarrassed silence, broken only by the play-by-play commentary coming from the television. For several long minutes, the guys just watched the television, with the occasional glance at Fred, the perpetrator of the offending comment, and Joe, the target. Finally, Mitch couldn't take any more of the silence. "Who wants another beer?" Slowly, the conversation returned to normal. Still, there was an underlying tension, which resulted in all of the guys drinking a few more beers than they normally would have. As the game ended, Joe stood suddenly, staggering a bit from his consumption of large quantities of alcohol. "So," he said directly to Fred, "you think I've got big tits?" Tom's eyes narrowed. "We said we're dropping it, Joe," he warned. Fred glanced at Tom, then at Joe. He shrugged. "I don't know," he answered carefully. Joe shook off Tom's hand on his arm. "Well? Do you?" he demanded, glaring at Fred. He grabbed his sweater and pulled it off, revealing his bra and the boobs cupped firmly in the cups. "Does this help?" He watched for a moment, then he pulled the bra straps down over his shoulders, freeing his tits from the cups. He stood defiantly, his large firm breasts capped by the huge dark nipples jutting proudly from his chest. "Well?" he demanded of the open-jawed Fred, "what do you think?" Fred, like Tom and Mitch, stood speechless, gawking at Joe's boobs. Joe glared at Fred. Then, with a malicious grin, he bounced on his feet, causing his tits to jiggle and sway. He caught them in his hands, cupping them gently to stop the swinging, and then his fingers scrambled to his hardening nipples. As his friends gazed, Joe began to play with his now-erect nipples. Still, he stared at the dumbstruck guys. Then he lifted one breast even as he craned his head down. He watched the guys from the corner of one eye as his tongue flicked across his nipple, and he felt a tremble of excitement course outward from his chest. Finally, after a few seconds of brazen playing with his tits, he let the boob fall from his hand and he looked back at his friends. They stood in shock, their eyes wide open. "So," Joe demanded of Fred, "you like them? You wish you were playing with a pair like these?" He could sense the mental anguish he was causing his friends, even through the alcohol-induced fog. On the one hand, he was Joe, one of the guys with a regular willy between his legs. On the other hand, he had the most amazing pair of tits that any of them had probably ever seen, and he'd just put on a show that guys normally paid to see at a strip club. He knew the strange dichotomy was torturing the guys. Were they feeling gay because they leered at his tits? But how could they not leer? Joe watched as the guys nodded slowly. Then his eyes hardened. "Then go grow your own pair!" Joe snarled angrily. He stomped out of the room, slamming his bedroom door shut behind himself. He flung himself down on his bed, cringing as he felt his boobs crushed between his bed and his chest, even as tears started welling up in his eyes. ********** The ring of the doorbell caught Joe by surprise. He sat still for a few moments, as if hoping that whoever rang the bell would go away. It rang again, dashing his obvious hopes of privacy. Clad in sweat pants and a very loose sweatshirt, Joe stood and walked to the door. He glanced through the peephole, and when he recognized his visitor, he paled. Joe slumped back against the wall, shaking visibly. "Joe," a voice called from outside the door, "I know you're in there. I saw your shadow on the curtain!" It was Kim's voice. Joe stood silently, trembling. Finally, when Kim rang the bell again, he straightened and turned the deadbolt. Before Kim could open the door, Joe slumped down in a chair, sitting hunched over and drawing his legs up in front of his chest. Kim poked her head in the door cautiously. "Hi," she said, sounding tentative. "Can I come in?" Joe barely glanced up. "Sure," he answered. Kim shut the door behind her and glided to the couch. "I'm sorry I didn't call or anything. I meant to, after I got over my anger," she added hastily, "but when Mom got sick..." Joe shrugged off her explanation. "I understand," he replied quickly. "Your family is important." Kim looked down at the carpet. "I wanted to apologize for putting that necklace on you," she said meekly. "I know it was wrong, but I was angry about what you did to me." She glanced up to see if Joe was going to accept her apology. Joe was still sitting, glancing over his knees at Kim. His face was a mask of shame and guilt. "No," he finally said, "I'm the one who needs to apologize. I shouldn't have done that to you in the first place." Kim brightened, and she scooted to Joe's chair, sitting down on the arm beside him. "I'm sorry," she repeated as she tried to snuggle against Joe. His legs stayed in place as if locked, a shield of flesh and bone protecting him from the world, his arms locked around his knees and his face sunk between them. It only took Kim a second to sense that something was wrong. Joe's posture was defensive, and he seemed very withdrawn. "What's wrong?" Kim finally asked. Joe shook his head. "Nothing." Kim wasn't convinced. "I bumped into Tom at the grocery store last night. He said that you were acting weird at the game party last weekend." She watched for a moment, but Joe could have been carved from stone. "What's wrong?" She saw his posture, and then his baggy shirt. "Please tell me," she pleaded. Joe sighed heavily. "I ... I can't," he finally said. "Please." Joe gazed into Kim's eyes, and he saw her concern. Finally, he nodded slowly. He released his arms and slowly slid his legs off the chair. Still watching Kim's expression, he stood slowly. "Holy shit!" Kim finally said. Her eyes were wide with shock, and her jaw hung open as she stared at the huge mounds on Joe's chest, barely disguised by the loose sweatshirt. "Did ... did I do that?" she asked fearfully. Joe nodded slowly, then he saw the anguish on Kim's features, and he dropped his head. "No," he mumbled. "You just started it." Kim screwed up her face. "I don't understand." Joe sank back into his chair. "I ... couldn't stop," he said simply. Kim sat down beside him. "What do you mean, you couldn't stop? You mean, like, _you_ kept the charm on?" Joe dropped his head. He could feel his cheeks burning with shame. "Uh huh," he admitted. He glanced up at Kim. "I didn't want to, but they felt so good..." Kim sat beside Joe for several silent moments, leaning her head against his. Finally, she sat up. "Can I see?" Joe's head snapped around. "What?" he asked incredulously. Kim shrugged. "Can I see?" She tried to smile, but the attempt was weak. "It's not like I haven't seen tits before, and besides, you've seen mine." Joe's anger, which had flashed to life when she first asked, ebbed quickly. "I guess so," he said, admitting to the logic of her request. He stood, and Kim slipped into his seat. Watching Kim warily, Joe slipped his sweatshirt up over his head, pulling his arms from the sleeves as his boobs jiggled. "Wow!" Kim exclaimed softly, unable to contain her surprise. "They're ... big!" It was painfully obvious to Joe that Kim was trying to control her shock. If anything, Kim's statement was an understatement. Joe's bra barely contained the curvy mounds, with overly generous cleavage displayed between the bulging flesh. Joe flushed crimson, then he reached up and slid the straps down off his shoulders. He easily slid his bra down and effortlessly unclasped it from behind himself. His enormous breasts, capped with big round dark nipples, stood firmly on his chest, with almost none of the sagginess or droop that Kim would have expected from natural tits to large. Kim caught Joe's bra before he could drop it on the floor. Barely taking her eyes from her boyfriend's tits, she scanned the bra's tag. "G-cups?" she asked, her eyes widening. Joe slowly nodded, confirming what the tag had told her. Kim shook her head slowly. "Wow!" she exclaimed again. "And they're so ... firm!" She reached up slowly toward one of the orbs, but Joe flinched. Then he seemed to realize that Kim touching his breasts was no different that him touching Kim's. He steadied himself and allowed her hand to explore his boobs. ********** "Well?" Kim lay under the covers, a contented smile on her face. "Well, what?" "What are we going to do? About your boobs, I mean." Joe shook his head. "I don't know." "You seem to like them a lot," Kim offered softly. Joe closed his eyes. His slow rhythmic breathing caused the sheets across his chest to heave with each breath, displaying the overly generous curves of his boobs. "I guess," he finally answered noncommittally. Kim reached out and cupped one of Joe's orbs. "Like when I touch them or kiss them?" she asked playfully. Joe trembled; he could feel the warm excitement radiating out from his breast. "Yeah," he admitted sheepishly. There was no way to deny what his body was revealing. "But..." "But?" Kim echoed. Joe sighed. "But I'm a freak. I can't go out without being stared at and laughed at." His eyes slid shut as if to hide the pain of the outside world. Kim nodded softly, and retracted her hand. She turned and laid on Joe's shoulder, her arm laid carefully on his belly. Even then, it was nearly impossible to avoid his knockers. "Do you like them?" Joe asked meekly. Kim opened her eyes and stared at Joe. "Well," she started carefully, "they _are_ different." She saw him flinch from her words, and she knew this was a very sensitive topic. "It was kind of fun when they were hanging between us, you know, and brushing my boobies. And they are kind of fun to play with." Joe seemed satisfied by her answer. But Kim sensed that the matter wasn't finished. "What do _you_ want to do?" Joe shook his head slowly. "I don't know," he admitted. "Part of me really likes them, and another part hates them." He turned to Kim. "Does that make any sense?" "Yeah." The two lay quietly for a while, each absorbed in their thoughts. "Are you going to, you know, keep them?" Kim finally asked. Joe's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?" he asked carefully. "You could have breast reduction," Kim explained. ********** "I don't understand it," Joe wailed, barely able to fight back his tears. He clutched the orbs on his chest, now even larger than they had been. "Why? Why me?" Kim leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder. "I know," she said soothingly. "I thought they were gone," Joe complained. The day before, Joe had undergone reduction surgery. After he awoke, his boobs were gone, removed surgically, and he had a normal male chest again. "It was a magic charm," Kim observed. "Maybe that's why they grew back." Indeed, they had grown back, and with a vengeance. Not only were they a cup size larger, now an H, but there was also no trace of scar tissue or even incisions. It was as if the surgery had never been performed. "What am I going to do?" Joe cried. "I'm a freak! A stupid freak!" Kim held him close until his trembling stopped. Everything had been going well - with Kim watching the charm, they kept Joe's 'obsession' under control. It took a couple of weeks to get scheduled for the surgery - after a humiliating visit with the cosmetic surgeon. Surgery went fine, and Joe had awakened with an incredible lightness in his chest. Then, during the night, Kim was startled awake when Joe screamed. At first, she thought it was because he'd torn open a suture or something. She turned on the light, and saw Joe sitting on the bed, tears streaming down his face, and his hands cupping a pair of huge breasts on his chest. "Where did you get the charm?" Kim asked slowly. Right now, calm rational thought was called for, not the emotional panic Joe was displaying. Joe shook his head. "Some funny little store in the mall." He glanced up at Kim. "But I went back - after the first night - and it wasn't there! I tried, but the store is gone!" Kim shook her head in confusion. "Stores don't just disappear," she said. "It's got to be there." "Unless it's magic - like the charm!" Joe complained. "Well, we're going to have to try," Kim said. Joe looked panicked at the thought of going out in public. "But..." Kim shook her head. "Look, unless you want to have big tits forever, we've got to find that store. And we already know you can't get them surgically removed." Her logic was flawless, and Joe knew he couldn't argue. Still, it meant going out in public - where others could see him and point and stare and laugh. Even if only he and Kim knew the magical cause of the changes, if reality had changed to where everyone else thought he'd always had breasts, it was far from common to see a man with H-cup boobs. It was inevitable that people who didn't know him would point and stare. Kim retrieved his baggy sweatshirt and a huge, ill-fitting jacket. She knew they would be inadequate to hide Joe's knockers, but it was better than nothing. "Let's go." ********** Joe walked hunched over, his arms dangling in odd positions in a futile attempt to hide his curves. Around him, people stared, gawked, did double takes, and pointed. Joe tried to ignore them, but he knew that they were staring at him. "There it is." Joe clutched Kim's arm tightly and tilted his head toward the curious little storefront. "There!" His eyebrows wrinkled. "But that's impossible! It wasn't there the last time I checked!" Kim shook her head. "Magic, remember?" With haste to avoid the staring eyes, the two ducked through the little door into the curious store. "Can I help you, Joe?" The two spun at the sound of the voice. Kim and Joe found themselves face to face with the strange old man that had sold Joe the charm. "Yeah," Joe snapped. He yanked open his jacket deliberately. "You can get rid of these!" The old man seemed nonplussed by Joe's display of anger. He stared admiringly at Joe's boobs for a few seconds. "Ah, so I see the charm worked for you!" Kim stepped between Joe and the old man, lest Joe lose his temper. Under the circumstances, she didn't think _that_ would be a good idea. "Look, he's not supposed to have ... tits. Can you do something about them?" The old man looked at Joe, then at Kim. "So you're not satisfied, then?" He shook his head. "But I thought you liked big breasts," he clucked. "You got exactly what you wanted!" "Not on me!" Joe retorted angrily. "They weren't supposed to be on me!" The old man shook his head, wagging his finger toward Joe. "But you still have them, and even after your reduction surgery! That means that part of you _does_ like them! Just as you must admit that part of you has _always_ been curious about what breasts feel like, about what it would be like to have large breasts. Am I right?" Joe started to respond, and stopped, his mouth dangling open. He knew he couldn't deny what the old man had told him. Kim piped up. "But why did they grow back? I can understand them growing because of the charm, but they grew back after the surgery!" The old man shrugged his shoulders. "That's the way the charm worked - the magic growth is one-way. In other words, what the magic grew can't be removed. That's why, when you had your ... breasts ... removed, the magic restored them - and made them even larger." He shrugged. "Magic is often a one-way street." "But I don't want them," Joe complained bitterly. "Guys aren't supposed to have tits, and I don't want them!" The old man gazed at Joe. "Don't you? Is that why you kept putting the charm on, even after you knew it was making your boobs grow? Your curiosity got the better of you, didn't it?" He smiled a most enigmatic smile. "Even as you deny it, part of you relishes the feeling of the breasts. Isn't that true?" Kim shook her head. "No," she started to answer, but she saw Joe drop his head. "I ... I like them," he admitted. "Sometimes, they feel so nice." Then he looked up at the old man. "But other times, I hate them. They make me look like a freak, and I can't go out in public! I know that sometimes, I'm kind of a celebrity - the guy with the big tits! But I don't _want_ that kind of fame!" Joe complained. "Can't you just break the spell so they're gone and I won't be tempted to put the charm on again?" The old man nodded his head slowly. "Like I said, magic is often one-way. I can't undo what the charm has done." He watched Joe's expression start to fall. "But I can give you something to counter the magic. Something that will fix things." "Fix things ... how?" Kim asked, beating Joe to the punch. The old man smiled. "You think yourself a freak because you are part male and part female. Female in the most visible, sensual part of the anatomy. I can sell you a potion which will correct things - so that your body isn't mixed sex." "Okay," Joe snapped quickly, grasping at the lifeline the old man offered. "How much?" Kim sensed something in the old man's words. "Wait a second. What do you mean, it will correct things? Will it get rid of the boobs?" The old man smiled. "Very sharp, young lady," he complimented Kim. "The potion will correct Joe to what he truly desires." The old man watched as Kim and Joe exchanged worried glances. "With this charm, there's nothing more I can do. Either you use the potion, or you stay like you are - a guy with big hooters. You know, if you moved to a large city, like New York or LA, you could probably make a good living as the guy with the hooters. Cash in on your assets and celebrity status." He smiled. "Which, by the way, are probably the most perfect pair of tits I've seen this week!" Joe bit his lip, then he nodded. "Okay, I guess I don't have a choice. Do I?" He glanced at Kim, and she gave him a worried nod. The old man smiled, then he retrieved a small vial from behind the counter. "Now, the instructions are very simple. Drink this before going to bed. When you wake up, you'll be fixed." ********** Kim poked her head through the bedroom door. "Hey, you're going to be late for your staff meeting again!" Slowly, a head emerged from beneath the covers. Joanna opened her sleepy eyes, then slowly pulled the covers back and began to crawl out of bed. Her huge tits bobbled with each motion. "You know, Kim," Joanna said with a laugh, "I had the strangest dream last night." Kim cocked her head. "Oh, really?" she asked as she sat down. "Yeah," Jo laughed. "I dreamed I was your boyfriend, and I wanted you to have bigger tits, so I got you this magic charm. Only it backfired, and I ended up with the tits." She laughed. "Isn't that funny?" "You're weird," she said, shaking her head and laughing. "That's the goofiest thing I've heard from you in a long time. Like a girl with your tits could have ever been a guy!" She stood abruptly. "Look, I've got a date with Tom tonight. He's going to pick me up at work, so I won't be home until late." "Okay, roomie," Jo answered cheerfully. "I guess I'll just pop something in the microwave then." She pulled on her bra, then glanced at Kim. "You know, I could ask out one of the guys at work, and we could double. Maybe go to the club?" Kim shook her head quickly. "Nope. I'm not about to double with you again! The last thing I need is to have to compete with your boobs for attention!" Jo laughed. "Well, that's not my fault!" She walked into her closet to pick out an outfit. Kim walked slowly back to her room, feeling a touch of frustration and ... jealousy? It wasn't _her_ fault that she only had D-cups while Jo's boobs were H's! And she knew Jo wasn't trying to rub it in, but it still stung sometimes. Like when she and Jo double- dated and her date spent the entire evening staring at Jo's cleavage. Kim opened her jewelry box. There, right at the top, was a strange little charm of two circles on a gold chain necklace. Kim shuddered involuntarily. According to that nice little man at the curio shop, the charm would magically make her boobs larger. All she had to do was wear it while she slept. She shuddered again - it was just like in her dream - the exact same dream that Jo had described. For several moments, she stared at it, wondering if it _had_ been real - like an episode of the Twilight Zone. Finally, Kim shook her head as if to clear the cobwebs, then she glanced down at her chest. For most of her life, her boobs had seemed just fine. But now, in comparison to Jo, they seemed so - inadequate. She visibly steeled herself, then she hooked the chain around her neck. No sense in Jo getting all the attention from the guys. FIN