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"C'mon, Bailey! Be a man and stop your whining!" Jerry Biggins was a real asshole. He never stopped barking orders and picking on his fourteen year old son, Bailey. As the boy struggled in the hot summer sun to replace a lawn mower bag and finish his Saturday chores, Jerry shook his head in disgust. "I'll never make a man outta him," he snarled. "It's hopeless." Jerry turned and headed into the tool shed that he had built behind his house. If he could not get his son to do the lawn right, at least the day would not be without some pleasure. Jerry's hands were trembling as he pulled the bolt and locked the shed door behind him. He was beyond anticipation. Wild sexual desire ran through him as he reached atop the highest shelf and pulled down a small stack of magazines. Porno magazines. Big-titty porn. Magazines that bore names like, "Monster Jugs", "Slim And Stacked", and Jerry's favorite, "Barely Legal Brabusters!" The latter title is the one Jerry opened. Page after page, his wide eyes feasted on babyfaced young girls who looked no more than fifteen years old, but possessed staggeringly large breasts jutting out from their tiny bodies. These were the type of enormously developed juveniles that Jerry Biggins dreamed of fornicating. Deep down, however, he knew girls like them would never want anything to do with a balding, pot bellied man in his forties. Damn, he did love a big set of jugs, though! His wife, Betty, had bug bites for titties. That didn't do it for Jerry at all. His dick only got hard for a big rack. It had been years since the two of them had sex. Sure, when they were young he could manage enough enthusiasm just to do the deed and get a little release. That's how they made that sissy son, Bailey, their only child. But, as time went by, Jerry just had the things he liked. And, a flat chest like Betty's just did not cut it. No, he liked a melon chested female. And, the younger the better! Jerry had made up his own perverted motto: 'The younger the girl, the bigger the jugs, the harder my dick!' Marrying Betty had been very good for Jerry's career though. Her old man owned the company Jerry worked for. He hated all the crap he had to take from that crotchety bastard. But, if Jerry played his cards right, he reasoned that one day soon, he would be rid of her father and own the whole damn thing. Until then, he'd grab his little delights when he could. And, this was a moment for some serious 'me time!' Jerry unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. His four-inch piledriver. He had the pages of his adolescent girly mag opened to a photo layout of a beautiful redhead named Sadie. With her innocent expressions, freckled nose, and braces, the tiny girl looked all of eighth grade. That is, except for the massive set of milk bombs that hung from her chest. The magazine proclaimed her bra size as 32G. Jerry figured she was every bit of that! He maniacally pulled and squeezed on his stiff little pecker as he stared transfixed at the pictures of the young, blimp-chested hottie. In seconds, he was shooting his gooey jizz all over the shed floor. Another day. Another load. The rest of the Saturday was an endurance test for Jerry. Betty persuaded their delicate weakling of a son to help her do laundry and bake a cake. With his pale skin, longish blonde hair, and cupid's bow mouth, Bailey could not have looked more like a split-tail if he had been wearing a training bra. It sickened Jerry every time his effeminate, prissy son would prance barefoot in front of the television wearing his little short-shorts and carrying a load of clothes. "That's no way for a boy to dress," Jerry thought disgustedly. His son's behavior and clothing distracted him so much, Jerry could not enjoy his baseball game. After all he could take of it, he crept out to the shed and beat his meat again to the pictures of big-tittied Sadie. After he got his nut, Jerry spent about an hour reorganizing his fishing tackle box. He really enjoyed the time he could spend away from that family of his which had grown so burdensome. As it grew late in the afternoon, the disgruntled man heard Betty calling out to him from the back sliding glass door. "Damn!" he thought. "What is it now?" Relenting, he opened the shed door and answered his wife's summons. "What is it, sugar?" He always called his wife 'sugar' though his heart was not in it. "It's about time for us to be leaving for the new mall. Or, did you forget?" There was irritation in the slender woman's voice. Betty Biggins was standing outside on the family's concrete patio. With her jaw-length blonde hair and pretty brown eyes most men found Betty quite attractive, despite her slender shapeless figure. Unfortunately, her husband did not have the same opinion. And, that was just one source of the perpetual frustration which characterized Jerry and Betty's bizarrely codependent marriage. "Aw, damn!" Jerry grumbled. "Yeah, I forgot all about it. Do I really have to go? I mean, you can take him by yourself. Can't you?" "I swear, Jerry Biggins! You really should be ashamed of yourself." His wife lowered her voice and slid the door shut behind her. "Your son is up in his room getting ready, right now. You promised if he mowed the lawn you would go with him to the new mall. He has been looking at their website all month. And, he's all excited because you said you would go. You know how much it means to him." "Alright. Alright," Jerry said tersely. "Just let me get a fresh shirt on. Five minutes." "Well, you have plenty of time. Bailey will take longer than five minutes to get ready. You know that." Jerry did know that. He hated it. His son primped in front of the mirror like a beauty contestant. Cussing beneath his breath, Jerry took a quick shower and put on clean clothes. He was still ready long before his son. Standing in the home's foyer, at the bottom of the stairway, Jerry repeatedly glanced at his wristwatch. He was about out of patience when his son finally appeared. "I'm ready, Daddy!" Bailey giggled, bouncing down the stairs. His ear-to-ear smile showed off the braces on his pearly white teeth. The word, 'Daddy,' made Jerry cringe. What was worse, however, was the outfit his thirteen year old son had chosen to wear. Bailey's hairless legs tapered out girlishly from pocketless blue shorts that were painfully small to his father's eyes. The boy's tiny feet were nestled in a pair of white low-heeled thong sandals that could not possibly have been designed for a male. The white tank top Bailey wore was skin tight and tucked neatly into his shorts. At only five foot two inches tall, with his large brown eyes and blonde chin-length locks, Jerry's son would have easily passed for a girl to any casual onlooker. Anger flashed in the father's eyes. But, he was interrupted before he could utter a single word of protest. "Oh, honey! You look so cute!" Betty gushed as she entered the foyer. She held out her son's hands to better view his outfit. "You look adorable! You really should have been a girl." "Thank you, Momma!" Bailey smiled proudly, lowering his wide doe-like eyes. "Grandma helped me pick it out last week. "Great." Jerry bit his tongue in disgust. It was bad enough that his wife had always done her level best to coerce their son into behaving like a total queer. But, what made the situation even worse, was the fact that Jerry's mother-in-law rewarded the boy with money and gifts the more he feminine he acted. That meant Jerry could not afford to protest in the slightest. If he made the two women mad, his relationship with 'the old man' would be in jeopardy. Defeated Jerry muttered, "Are we ready to go yet?" The family gathered into Jerry's SUV. Bailey could hardly control his enthusiasm. Next stop would be Zagnini's World-Famous Mall Extraordinaire. "Whatever the hell that means," Jerry thought. They arrived a little after twilight and found a parking spot several yards away from the new mall's entrance. "Damn," Jerry moaned. "I wish we could have found a place a little closer." "The exercise will do you good," Betty needled him. She stared for a moment at his expanding waistline. "Yeah, very funny," Jerry sneered. "You're a real card." Flouncing in the warm evening air, Bailey was bubbling with excitement. He talked practically non-stop the whole way to the mall doors. When the family finally got inside, Jerry was happy when his son suggested that they should split up at first and meet later at the food court. Still, he wondered. "Why the hell did I have to come?" He protested when his son reached out and asked for money. "C'mon, Daddy," Bailey whined. "You promised when I mowed the yard." "How much do you want?" Jerry winced whenever his son whined. "How about forty dollars?" Bailey said. His big brown eyes lighting up. "Forty!" Jerry bellowed. Then, realizing he was in public, his voice lowered. "What are you trying to rob me?" "It's not that much," Bailey writhed and stuck out his chest as he talked. The act looked markedly feminine. It made his father quite uncomfortable. "Please, Daddy!" "Okay. Just stop doing that!" Jerry implored. He reached into his wallet and grabbed two crisp twenty dollar bills and swiftly handed them to his son. "Thank you, Daddy!" Bailey squealed and threw his arms around his father's neck. "Yeah, sure. You're welcome," Jerry recoiled, awkwardly returning the hug as fast as possible. "Just meet me and your mother at the food court in about an hour. You got it?" "Yes, Daddy. One hour. You're the best!" Bailey giggled, then sauntered into the crowd. "Well, I want to over to the arts and crafts store. What do I want to bet that somehow you're not interested in coming with me," Betty said, her hands upon her hips. "No, it's fine. I'll go with you, sugar. Whatever you want," Jerry droned. "My. Such enthusiasm," Betty said sarcastically. The brows above her brown eyes furrowed. "Give me your credit card and you can just go do whatever it is you want to do. And, I"LL meet you back at the food court in an hour. How's that." She snapped the card Jerry produced out of his hand and melted into the mass of humanity. Now, alone, Jerry really did wonder why it was so important for him to be on this little expedition. "After all, I'm just an ATM with a penis," he reckoned. The mall was crowded. Apparently there were other people who liked this frivolous mess besides his wife and son. "This place is raking in the dough," the businessman figured. Jerry wandered for a half hour just soaking in the atmosphere. The mall really was well done. It was laid out in a way that made perfect sense. The food court was at the far end of the bottom floor. Small vendors had hand carts situated in any open space. Two more levels of large stores offered just about any types of goods consumers would want. He roamed down one of the top level corridors. It was getting pretty close to the time he needed to head to the food court. But, something about one particular path beckoned to him. The short hallway was quite different than any of the others. It had only one store located at the very end. The wooden door to the shop looked out-of-place in the modern mega mall. The sign above the door read 'Spells R Us'. "No wonder it's all alone down here," Jerry muttered to himself. "This place'll be out of business sometime later this week." Still, something was drawing him towards the store. Inexplicably, Jerry found himself grabbing the brass handle on one of the big wooden doors. A little bell tinkled as Jerry entered the store. The smell of dust filled his nostrils. "That's weird," Jerry thought. "I thought this place was new." "Hello, Jerry Biggins," a strange old man with a grizzled white beard greeted the balding businessman. The odd fellow was seated upon a stool located behind a long oak counter. A sign on the wall behind him read, 'ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE.' "How are you doing this evening?" Jerry almost laughed when he first saw the old coot. What was that he was wearing? It looked like a bath robe. "Do I know you?" Jerry grumbled. "I'd remember a character like you, buddy. Trust me." "Trust," the man laughed heartily. "Interesting choice of words, Jerry." "Look, how do you know my name? I don't really think it's funny for some old guy to know me and I don't know anything about him." Jerry froze in place. He was frightened. He always talked tough when he was frightened. "So, what's the deal here chuckles?" The old man stood. He stared at Jerry with a cold glare. Suddenly Jerry didn't feel so much like talking tough. "I'm a wizard," the man said gruffly. "I specialize in doing the impossible." "Hey, everybody's got a racket right," Jerry began to backpedal. "I-I hope I didn't offend you." "Oh, quite the contrary. You intrigue me. I feel obliged to help you any way I can. And, I can help in most interesting ways, Jerry Biggins. Interesting indeed." The tone of the man's voice was unnerving. And, just how did this old guy know his name? "Alright, fella. I'll bite. How do you think you can help me?" "You like tits, Jerry. Big women's tits. And, yet your wife is as flat as two pancakes. I feel sorry for you. It must be difficult for you to get excited without big jugs in your house to fuel your deviant desires." "H-How do you know all this?" Jerry gasped. "Look, if you're some kinda mind reader or something- some kinda stalker- you need to keep away from my family!" The white-haired man laughed. "Do not be frightened, Jerry. I only wish to assist you." "Assist me? Assist me how?" "By granting you what you desire. Big jugs to feed the hunger you have for tits. I can do this for you." "Oh, yeah. What are you going to do, have some stripper move into my house? Listen, I got enough people freeloading off of me, if that's what you're offering." "Do you want your wife to have big jugs, Jerry?" "My wife? Well, yeah. C'mon. What guy wouldn't?" "Indeed. What guy wouldn't?" the wizard mused. "What if I were to offer you a spell? A potion, in fact, that would give whoever drank it bosoms the likes of which you could only dream of touching and kissing." "Mmm-hmm. Really. Do you get a lot of suckers taken in by all this?" Jerry scoffed. "You do not believe me. Even after I know your name and the desires in your loins." The old guy nodded. "Very well. You require proof of my potions' abilities. Then I will demonstrate for you." The elderly man looked his potential customer up and down for a long moment. Jerry stood there frowning. Suddenly the self proclaimed 'wizard' spun around and bounded gracefully towards the back of his shop with surprising agility. For such an oldster, the guy moved like a cat. Jerry was really glad he the had not made this fellow mad. Rummaging through some wooden boxes, the wizard seemed pleased when he found the item he was searching for. "So, Jerry, you don't enjoy being bald." The man made the statement with a bemused and confident gleam in his eyes. "Here, have your hair back." He handed Jerry a small glass vial with a small cork at the top. The miniature bottle contained some type of goopy liquid. Jerry tilted the vial in his hand, examining its contents. The dark liquid looked like some kind of thick tea. "What is this, some type of camel piss?" Jerry thought to himself. "Camel piss is much more yellow," the wizard stated. "What do you expect me to do with this?" Jerry exclaimed. His voice was flustered. "Rub it on my head?" "Oh, no!" the man bellowed. "That would not work at all! You have to drink it, Jerry Biggins." The musty spell shop grew eerily silent. Jerry scrutinized the contents of the vial in his hand and contemplated his next action. "What was it you said about trust?" the white-bearded man in the bathrobe chuckled. "I'm not sure it applies to old wizards hanging out in the mall," Jerry retorted. "Drink up, Jerry. You have nothing to lose and only your hair to regain." The wizard leaned forward. "Trust me," he said darkly. Jerry looked at the potion in his hand. At worst it would kill him. Somehow, he felt that would not be the case. To his surprise, he pulled the tiny stopper from the vial, emptied the warm liquid into his mouth and swallowed. It was not awful, really. It tasted like cloves. A warm sensation crept over Jerry's scalp. He could almost feel the individual pores on top of his bare head. His cranium began to itch. Not terribly, but it caused him to reach up and touch the top of his head. Astonishingly, he felt a little peach fuzz where there had been nothing a moment before. As he ran his hand over his dome, the hair became thicker and thicker. In a matter of seconds Jerry had a full thick mane of dark brown hair. It was like he was twenty again! "Holy Shit!" the now hirsute man yelped in disbelief. "How the fuck...?" "Would you like a mirror?" the wizard inquired with a smile. "Yeah! Oh, yeah, let me take a look!" Jerry eagerly snatched a gold- framed mirror out of the old man's hand. He excitedly held it up in front of his face. What he saw in his reflection was beyond belief. Sure enough, his formerly balding head was now covered in the same dark hair he had taken for granted in his youth. It was, indeed, like Jerry was twenty years old again. "How... How the fuck did you do this?" Jerry asked, never removing his eyes from the mirror. "The potion you drank was very powerful." The robed man pointed over his shoulder. "Like the sign says, with Spells R Us- anything is possible." "Will my hair stay like this... Or, will I just go bald again in a few minutes?" "Oh, no. The changes are most permanent." The wizard nodded assuredly. "Barring anything unforeseen, you will keep that full head of hair for the rest of your life." "That's amazing." The now fully trussed man managed to tear his gaze away from his reflection. "And you say you got one that'll make my wife grow a set of jugs? Big ones. You know. Like you grew my hair?" Jerry looked at the elderly man with a pleading expression. It made the strange wizard laugh heartily. "Well, of course!" he chuckled. "Of course!" The shopkeeper returned to the boxes where he had obtained the previous vial, and after a brief search, returned with one that looked exactly like the first, except for the color of its contents. Jerry took it from his hand. "It's pink!" he declared bewildered. "It's for growing breasts, Jerry. Did you expect it to be blue?" the wizard grinned. "Well, no. I guess not," Jerry reasoned. "So, if my wife drinks this, she'll grow a big set of jugs on her?" Jerry asked again for verification. "Trust. After what you have seen, why do you find it so hard to trust?" The bizarre old man shook his head. Something inside Jerry knew the wizard was right. If his wife, Betty, drank the pink liquid contained in the small bottle, her tiny tits would become enormous. "How much will it cost me?" Jerry asked. His countenance had grown quite serious. "Forty-six dollars," the wizard stated flatly. "That's all?" Jerry responded in disbelief. "That's all a big set of hooters is gonna cast me?" "A mere pittance." "I'll say." Jerry ran his hand though his new scalp full of thick hair. His penis began to stiffen in his pants at the thought of what the pink elixir would do to his wife. He could imagine the reaction she would get from people every time she introduced herself with a giant pair of knockers projecting from her chest. 'Betty Biggins.' His hands were shaking as they fumbled through his wallet. "Shit, I gave most of my cash to Bailey," be moaned. "How much money do you have, Jerry?" the grizzled old man asked innocently. "I don't know." Jerry counted his paper money and change. "About six bucks." "Fair enough," the strange man howled in glee. Taken aback Jerry exchanged his money for the tiny bottle of pink liquid. "How do I get my wife to drink this gunk?" He asked confusedly. "I mean I can't ask her to drink it. Talk about getting pissed!" "Ah, that will be a small matter." The old man leaned forward. His voice grew low. "Simply empty the potion into something you know your wife will drink. Like a can of soda pop. Or perhaps a cup of coffee or juice." "Hmm. Juice. I could probably pull that off," Jerry mused. "I advise that you mix it with a small amount of beverage. A liter or less. Or her bosoms will not become as large. And make sure no one shares it with her. Or they too will grow breasts and the effects will not be as desirable if split between two persons," the wizard warned. "Gotcha," Jerry nodded. "For some reason that makes sense." He looked lost in thought. "She's going to be awfully mad when her boobs just start growing all of a sudden. And when she finds out it happened because of some potion I bought..." His face was filled with concern. "I don't want to be divorced from a woman with big jugs." "Don't worry," the wizard said raising a hand. "Only the person buying the potion will be aware of the effects of its magic. Everyone, including your wife, will be completely oblivious of the changes to her figure. As unaware as they will be about the return of your hair. To everyone else, all will be as it has always been." "No shit." "No shit. But do understand, your wife will enjoy her new breasts greatly. Even more than you enjoy the return of your hair. So expect her to take tremendous delight in them." "Very cool." "Also, keep this in mind," the strange man said somberly. "You will become so fascinated with the bosoms created by this enchantment that no others will hold the same charm for you. You will hunger to touch and see the breasts produced by its magic to the point of obsession. The world of your desire will orbit around these tits." Jerry looked at the pink substance in the small, glass bottle. For a brief moment, he was frightened by the prospect that his wife might overshadow his big-titty porn. The magazines had been his entire sexual focus for the last fifteen years or so. Still, two huge jugs in hand are worth two in the bush. Or at least, worth several photos in a stack of girly books. "I think I can live with that," Jerry reasoned. The bearded old man watched as his customer shuffled towards the exit, staring at the vial in his grip. "Enjoy, Jerry Biggins," the wizard chuckled. The peculiar laughter made Jerry extremely nervous. "Uhh... sure," he mumbled. ------------------------------ The smell of frying bacon greeted Jerry as his eyes fluttered open. It had taken him hours to fall asleep that night. But, at some point, sheer exhaustion had driven him into slumber. Now, as he threw his bedding back, the middle-aged man could barely contain his anticipation. Jerry had secretly gotten up in the middle of the night and emptied the bottle of enchanted potion into his wife's orange juice. He knew that the first thing Betty did every morning was drink a glass of orange juice. Jerry had been glad that the liter carton of 'Sun Valley Orange Juice' was almost empty. That would surely maximize the effects of the old wizard's spell. Breathless he leapt to his feet and rushed downstairs. His heart was beating madly. He could not wait to see the results of the magic elixir upon his spouse's normally puny mammaries. He might just drag her back up to bed and give her a long rough tittyfuck. His dick began to grow hard at the thought. "Don't knock the door off its hinges!" Betty griped as her husband burst through the swinging kitchen door. "What the... I... Uh..." Jerry was stunned. As his wife turned from the stove to face him, his heart sank. There were no changes to her slight torso. His wife was every bit as flat- chested as she had been the night before. "What are you staring at?" the blonde asked disgustedly as Jerry gawked at her chest. Betty took her hands and pulled her robe tightly around her nonexistent breasts. "I-I..." Jerry stammered. "Did you have a glass of orange juice this morning?" "A what?" his wife asked in disbelief. Her face twisted. "I swear, Jerry, you have lost your marbles. You get weirder every single day." "But, did you have a glass of orange juice?" he blurted. "I mean... You have one every morning!" The middle-aged man frantically swung around and bolted towards the refrigerator. He flung the door open, causing some of the photos and magnets to plummet to the Italian tile floor. "You're knocking things off!" his wife cried out as she rushed over to retrieve the fallen objects. Jerry surveyed the contents of the fridge. The cardboard container he had dumped the potion in was nowhere to be seen. A brand new, freshly opened container of orange juice sat upon a shelf. Confused Jerry lifted it to note that it was about a drinking glass shy of being full. "Where did this come from?" He howled. "I bought it Friday afternoon," Betty responded curtly. "It was right there in the bottom of the door." "I never saw it..." Jerry mumbled dumbfounded. "I never saw it." "Well, so what?" his wife snapped. "What is wrong with you this morning?" "What happened to the other one?" Jerry bellowed. "The other carton?" "Well, I don't know," Betty replied nastily. "I guess Bailey got up and had a glass sometime during the night." "Bailey?!" Jerry cried out. "He never drinks orange juice!" "Jerry?! What is going..." Jerry could hear his wife bitching at him as he bolted out of the kitchen. But, there were much more pressing matters that had his attention. "Bailey! Bailey!" he called hysterically. "Bailey!" "Did you want to see me, Daddy?" Jerry reached the end of the stairway and looked up to see his son. Or, rather, the girl who had been his son. Posing at the top of the stairs with her hands behind her back stood Jerry Biggins' only child. An absolutely massive pair of milk jugs exploded from the tiny frame of his former son. The blonde's excruciatingly tight white tank top was fighting unsuccessfully to contain the mind-boggling amount of tit flesh stuffed into the beleaguered garment. The diminutive girl's astonishing melon-tits bubbled out of the armholes of her tank top. A long line of cleavage rose from the overstretched neckline. Twin nipples pushed outwards on the ends of her blimp-shaped glands like overgrown peanuts. Visible through the vanquished material were the faint traces of areolas the size of drink coasters. And the buxom child's hairless legs looked nothing short of delicious coming out from a pair of boxers stretched tight by her widened hips. Jerry's dick immediately sprang into a full erection at the sight of his daughter's extraordinary transformation. He unconsciously began pawing at his engorged four inch manhood. Bailey elatedly watched her father's reaction to her half-naked appearance. With a playful expression on her innocent babyface, Bailey twisted upon her gorgeous bare feet and smiled down at her slack-jawed father. Her braces made her feminized face look shockingly younger than her fourteen years. "Did you want to see me, Daddy?" Bailey repeated as she bounced down the stairs with her incredible jumbo jugs whomping up and down like torpedoes with nipples. Jerry felt the whole world spin left. Then right. He saw the ceiling recede as he fell to the floor. Unconscious. ------------------------------ Later that day a grizzled wizard sat before a computer in the back room of 'Spells R Us.' "Modern technology!" he cursed beneath his breath as he banged on the side of his CPU. "Ah, there it is." The gray-bearded old man watched as the inbox to his email opened up. "Oh, look what we have here," the wizard said, clicking on a new message. The email popped up and he could not help but chuckle while reading it. "It was just like you said. They are HUGE! I LOVE having big boobies! My daddy can't stop staring at them! Now he will do anything I want! Momma always said I should have been a girl and NOW I AM!!! And it only cost $46 dollars. Being a girl is like the BEST THING EVER! Thank you so much! Bailey" "I'm glad I could be of assistance," the wizard laughed out loud. ------------------------------ "Jerry, have you not started mowing the yard yet?" Betty griped as she opened the sliding glass door and stepped out onto her back patio. "I swear! I never dreamed I was marrying such a lazy bum!" Jerry Biggins was unconcerned by his wife's bitching. His attention was focused on his daughter, Bailey, who bounced out the door right after her mother. "Hi, Daddy!" the scantily clad teenager giggled as she skipped up to her father. The bald man stood wide-eyed and ogled the enormous stiff-nippled milk jugs vigorously rising and falling upon the chest of his formerly male offspring. Jerry loved watching his daughter's spectacular chest. The clothing Bailey wore never left much to the imagination. On this particular morning the teenaged voluptuous vixen had on a pink sleeveless half shirt that displayed several inches of cleavage. In a piercing above her naked bellybutton was a dangling jewel. Her wide buttocks hung out of an obscenely short pair of low rise Daisy Duke cut-offs. It was easy to see the strings of Bailey's thong underwear above her waistband. Hot pink stiletto heels were strapped to her dainty feet. A fresh coat of pink polish was coating her recently manicured and pedicured nails. Her long blonde hair was pulled back into twin ponytails on each side of her head and held by pink scrunchies. A thick layer of makeup was caked upon her babyface. It made a garish contrast to her childlike features. "Wish me luck at my movie shoot, Daddy!" Bailey squealed as she threw her arms around her father's neck. Jerry felt his daughters giant jamambos squish into his chest. His small erect penis was painfully trapped in the confines of his slacks and boxers. Detecting her father's typical response Bailey pressed her pelvis into his hard dick. "I can tell you wish me luck!" she whispered. Her hot breath in his ear almost made Jerry pass out. "I'll tell you all about making a movie when I get home, Daddy!" Bailey promised as she slid behind the wheel of her bright red BMW convertible. She waved as she pulled out of the driveway and sped down the alley. Jerry stood and waved catatonically with an obvious hard-on tenting his pants. "You're so disgusting!" Betty shrieked as she entered the house and slammed the sliding glass door behind her. It tore the jealous wife's insides apart to watch her husband gawking at the other female in their family. The bitter woman had always been disappointed that she had given birth to a boy and had never stopped telling her son that she wished he had been born a girl. Now the awesome figure enjoyed by her blowup sex doll of a daughter was a constant slap in Betty's face. The girl's dizzying curves and jiggling flesh amplified the middle-aged woman's long held feelings of inadequacy. Comparing their brasseries every time she did laundry was utter torture. Outside her husband watched until their daughter's sports car disappeared around the corner. Silently he walked across the backyard and entered his tool shed. A pornographic movie. He could not believe his former son was going to be starring in her first XXX film. He hoped that she would not make him buy it on DVD and be nice enough to give him a copy for free. With a pathetic sense of defeat Jerry entered his tool shed. His hands were shaking so violently that it took him an unusually long time to bolt the door locked. Driven by the wanton lust coursing through his body, the trembling father reached atop the highest shelf and pulled down one of the two small stacks of magazines. Jerry's favorite publication was right on top. Below the title, "Barely Legal Brabusters," was Bailey Biggins with her humongous giant- nippled tits pressed together for all the world to see. Jerry's hard dick felt like is was about to burst as he surveyed the familiar cover. His daughter's wide brown eyes sparkled with glee as she looked out from the glossy paper. Her babyface bore an ear-to-ear smile. Silver braces glinted upon her pearly white teeth. Her long blonde hair was gathered into a high ponytail atop her head. An exploded caption beside the topless adolescent's astonishing adornments declared: BUSTY -BAILEY BIGGINS- TITANIC TITTED TEEN SENSATION. Jerry's former son had definitely become a 'huge' star. "I'll never make a man outta him." Jerry's own words haunted him He felt a sick feeling gnawing at his stomach. It had been over five years since he had purchased the potion that turned his frail disappointment of a son into... Well, into what she was now. And to think her miraculous metamorphosis was all because of him. Daddy's princess had certainly been a busy girl lately. Porno mags. Big-titty porn. Both stacks of magazines contained fully nude layouts of Jerry Biggins' formerly male daughter providing masturbation fodder for horny jug lovers. Jug lovers like Jerry. On many of the girly mags Bailey Biggins was featured on the cover. A sensation truly was what she had become. Bailey was popular all over the world. And for good reason. With her unusually large brown eyes and upturned nose, the pretty young girl appeared to be well below high school age. In every photo shoot, her hair and clothing were carefully styled and selected to maximize her youthful appearance. A practice that was quite effective. And the braces on the extraordinarily stacked adolescent's pearly white teeth were fake. Bailey did not need braces anymore. "They make me look younger, Daddy!" she had explained to her father. Jerry loved them. It reminded him of just how young she was the first time he had beheld her mammoth mammaries. Shaking uncontrollably Jerry flipped 'Barely Legal Brabusters' to the layout featuring his melon-chested daughter. Bailey's massive 32G sized milk bombs with their fat nipples and spectacular caramel colored areolas were generously displayed on page after page. In every shot, the buxom blonde posed in all kinds of positions that showed off her staggering proportions. As Bailey squeezed and lifted her titanic tits, her childlike face innocently beamed out at the camera. In one shot, she sat on a bed looking bashful and demure as her overgrown breasts enveloped a stuffed teddy bear. The bald gray-headed father jerked down his slacks and began feverishly yanking away on his miniscule member. The sight of his young daughter showing off her humongous jugs and the enthusiasm on her face was more than he could take. He arrived at a picture of Bailey hoisting her gigantic hooters to her mouth and simultaneously sucking both her massive nipples. In a flash Jerry's small penis began to spasm. Drop after drop of his spent semen splattered upon the tool shed floor.