Jase’s eyes widened in utter astonishment, enough that Carly could see his bright blue irises from across the living room.
“Get out! What do you- stop!” Carly spluttered, covering her bare chest with her hands since the door was no longer an option for privacy. Blood rushed to Jase’s pale cheeks and he quickly strode across the living area towards his room, covering the side of his face with his hand, as if to shield himself from embarrassment but also to give Carly the barest hint of privacy. But not before taking the opportunity to steal one more glance at Carly. Something nagged at him that he couldn’t quite put his finger on.
“Go!” shrilled Natasha this time, hugging Carly to her own body protectively. Jase, who had slowed to get his second look, redoubled his speed and disappeared down the hall, but not before thudding his face dully into the kitchen door frame. Soon they were alone once more. Carly began to sob gently.
“Oh, sweetie, no, it’s ok.” Natasha soothed. “Let’s go to my room. You can borrow whatever of mine you need.” They swooped into Natasha’s room which was just down the hall from Carly’s. Carly lay on the bed for a while, tears running down her cheeks.
“Hon’, I know there’s a lot going on right now. I… I can’t even explain half of what I’ve seen… or done, in the past twenty four hours. Don’t you worry, everyone’s going to forget about it all in a week or two.”
“You don’t understand. Like, half of my graduating class has basically seen me topless, and now Jase… That’s the only thing people are going to know me for now, the girl that likes showing off. Like I’m an exhibitionist or something.” Tears continued streaming down her face as Natasha pulled her head down into her lap, stroking her hair.
“AND MY TITS ARE TINY AGAIN…” she wailed, her crying redoubling in volume.
Natasha wondered idly if Jase could hear her sobbing, or the words she was saying. Right before she could continue her soothing, the words caught in her throat as she looked down to Carly’s chest. Her eyes bugged out.
“Carly…”
“I probably lost my only chance to have anything bigger than an A cup, and…”
“Carly…” Natasha’s voice grew a little louder.
“And even if they were bigger people would still see me as a freak, I just can’t win-”
“Carly! Your tits!”
Carly stopped her moping abruptly and looked down. A flush of excitement, and fear, shot down her body. Indeed, her breasts were visibly growing again, though not nearly as fast as they had been last time.
“Natasha, I didn’t do that! I didn’t will for it to happen this time!”
“Alright, calm down girl, let’s just figure this out.” She tapped a finger on the side of her prominent cheek bone. “Less than an hour ago, your boobs were the size of a small car. Each.” Carly nodded in agreement. “And that happened because…?”
“Because I willed it to?” Carly proffered.
“Right. So… because you willed it, that means it was secretly what you desired.”
“What? No! I would never want ridiculous clown tits like that. I couldn’t live like that!”
“But maybe, just maybe, somewhere deep down in your psyche, it’s what you want. I learned about this in my psychology class. And because you want it, now your boobs are just constantly growing a little bit, trying to get back to that state.”
Carly opened her mouth as if to speak, then stopped. It made a certain kind of sense. All the normal rules were out the window, so this was as good a theory as any.
“Ok, but… maybe I can control it. Like, I’ll just will myself to be how I was before.”
“Is that what you want?”
“Yes!”
Natasha wasn’t convinced. “Ok then… try it.”
Carly closed her eyes and took several deep breaths. She tried to recall exactly what she felt before, the fear and urgency that spurred her into reverting. She placed her hands on her breasts, which were by now easily back to more than a handful, and she felt a kind of stirring or vibrating in them as if they were in motion. With one long deep breath, she pushed simultaneously with her hands and with her will. And just like that, she was flat-chested once again. And once again, she felt a profound emptiness as if something important had just been lost.
“See! I knew I could do it!” Carly smiled.
Natasha was not entirely satisfied. Still, she wanted to support her friend. “You look great Carly. I’m gonna be here for you, ok? Call me anytime you have any problems.”
“Maybe… you could call someone to fix my door?”
~~~~~~~
Jase lay down on his bed again, trying to parse what he had just seen. Of course, it was nice seeing Carly like that, but that was a selfish thought. Carly had been through a lot recently. He thought back to the party, how she had been the butt of that particularly cruel prank. If he wanted to see her like that again, it was going to have to be done the right way.
Wait a minute, Jase thought. He perused his memory of the party again, after Carly had been soaked. She was totally flat. But when he had seen her just now… she was decidedly not flat. She definitely had a bust. He could close his eyes and easily imagine the curve of her sides, the shadow under her bosom… Was it just a trick of the light? Things were definitely different owing to the broken door to Carly’s room. What was that about? Had he just seen what he hoped he would see?
Jase wrestled with these thoughts for a long while. It felt wrong to want Carly to look different just to satisfy his strange fetish, but he could not deny how much he liked it. Had Carly gotten implants to boost her confidence? That… didn’t seem likely. There hadn’t been nearly enough time for that kind of thing since the party. Right? Jase silently cursed his lack of knowledge on the subject and swiftly became distracted by researching it online.
He was roused from his deep concentration by a sound coming from Natasha’s room. She and Carly were in there right now. What were they talking about? Were they ok?
“And my tits are tiny again!” Jase heard, unmistakably, though muffled through the cheap walls of the apartment. Again? What the hell could that mean? Thoughts swirled through Jase’s head, trying to reconcile everything he had seen and heard. He desperately wanted to sneak over to the living room, to try and peer through the cracked door of Natasha’s room to see what they were doing. He very nearly did, even getting to the door of his room, before something told him to stop. What am I doing? he thought. If I actually care about Carly at all, she just needs space right now. He looked out across the living room and spied the broken door to Carly’s room. That gave him an idea. He returned to his laptop and began intensely searching.
~~~~~~~
A few days passed. Carly had declined Natasha’s offer of sleeping on a mat on the floor in her room. “At least you’d have a door!” she’d said. But Carly wanted the comfort of her own bed.
After a day full of classes and desperately trying to stay low profile, Carly had woken the morning after to find her breasts covering her body like a blanket. They had grown in the night out of her control, tearing her flimsy tank top down the front. She looked in horror at the completely open doorway in front of her, threatening to allow anyone who merely passed by to see her in this state. For the briefest of seconds she considered this, a flush of pleasure running down her chest at the thought of being caught in this compromising position. She was physically pinned, unable to move under the weight of her colossal breasts. Quickly she suppressed that thought, and went to work willing her breasts to their “normal” size. Whatever normal meant now.
It took quite a bit longer this time, requiring great effort and concentration to reduce them. Carly wondered if she was ever caught out like this in public, how quickly would she be able to regain her composure? The very thought of having a large crowd of people watch her, drooling over her tits, perhaps uncontrollably putting their hands down their pants as they watched the lewd display… Carly’s hand went instinctively between her legs, a single touch igniting a fire between her lips. With a jolt she realized what was happening, that she had stopped concentrating on reducing her tits, and in response they had grown even larger. She sighed and restarted the process, this time not lapsing in concentration until her bust was at the state it was before all this began. And as she finished, Carly felt a deep, fundamental aching feeling in her entire being. Something was not right.
A few minutes later Carly had taken a bedsheet and pinned it up over the doorframe with thumbtacks.
“There. Better than nothing I guess,” she muttered to herself. Right as she had finished she had seen Jase’s silhouette through the thin sheet and frowned. He had merely been walking through the living room, not spying, and yet she could tell the sheet was too thin for any real privacy. She reminded herself yet again to call someone about fixing the door. Mentally preparing herself, she stepped out of her room, pushing the sheet aside.
“Hi Jase.”
He looked up from pouring himself a cup of coffee. His face was beet red as he noticed her, owing to the awkwardness of their last interaction, but he recovered quickly. “Oh, Carly! Hi… how are you feeling?”
Curiously, Jase was holding a clipboard under his arm, and a pencil was behind his ear. Carly was surprised once again to see Jase’s black eye. When did that happen?
“Oh, you know… just recovering from multiple social life ending events. No biggie.” No biggie? Yikes. Carly cringed inwardly at her attempt at downplay, but had to press on. “Never mind me, what happened to your eye?”
Jase’s eyes widened momentarily in realization, then winced in pain at the motion. “Ah, right. No, I… I fell into a signpost on my run the other day. Pushed myself too hard, y’know. By the time I was almost home I was exhausted and my legs weren’t working right.” The question seemed to make Jase intensely uncomfortable. He rambled on and on about the mechanics of running, seeming to look anywhere but in Carly’s direction. “Don’t worry about it. You have classes today?”
Carly nodded in the affirmative. There seemed to be nothing else to say so she turned shyly and retreated back behind the sheet. Damn it! she thought as she looked down. She had not been thinking about her breasts and they had risen slightly during the conversation, to about the size of small cereal bowls perched on her chest, proud nipples standing erect and straining through the fabric. Wow… they look really good like this. Really fucking good. Did Jase see? she thought. No! That’s insane. I can’t leave them like this. People would stare, and wonder, and I could never survive that.
And yet, a plan began to formulate in Carly’s mind. Her heart fluttered at the very thought of it. It would only require a little willpower, she thought.
~~~~~~~
Carly was heading to school. Nervousness washed over her as she headed inside the building. She could feel all eyes on her, watching with astonishment and lust. She heard whispers as she passed but chose to ignore them. She was wearing her typical outfit, slim stretch fit jeans and a plain white t-shirt with no bra, but this time her breasts were terrifically large, bouncing in front of her as she walked. Her hard nipples poked through the fabric as though they would tear through it. They looked like the most perfect silicone enhanced tits a surgeon could design and that a woman could dream of, perched high on her chest, perky and taut. The perfect ratio of fullness on top and bottom, nipples splayed slightly outward. And big, so big.
And soon Carly found that as people watched, their demeanors changed. Most people became friendly, willing to help her with homework, give her rides home, vie for her attention. She became the most popular woman in school, then drew the attention of a local news crew. Fashion designers clamored over each other to create fashions highlighting her figure, movie directors took notice and began offering her roles. It was not long before she was the most famous woman in the world. Politicians gave her symbolic keys to the largest cities in the world. Universities threw honorary degrees at her feet. In a whirlwind of excitement she was given titles, becoming president of companies, mayoral duties, then president of the country.
And finally, she was an Empress, a being of supreme power and beauty. People fell at her feet and worshipped. She could end lives, raise mountains, create wonders, all with a wave of her hand. She looked down at her body. It was a work of art, resplendent in a green and gold dress dotted with diamonds, rubies, sapphires, tourmalines, and countless other precious minerals and metals. Above all the dress exposed her breasts, letting them stand free and proud so that all could look upon them and weep at their beauty. They at once appeared to be of a more regular size, and also to be of indeterminate size, stretching out into infinity and encompassing the entirety of the universe. Depending on when and how one looked, how the light hit them and how they were turned, they appeared all sizes all at once. They were all things to all people. Milk flowed freely from her tremendously perfect nipples, and nobles and commoners alike held up goblets and bowls to catch the rich fluid. What they did not catch floated out into the vastness of space and hung like a cloud. For generations after men and women looked to the sky and were reminded of her infinite generosity.
In the midst of all this, Carly heard a whispering wind behind her. It was soft and formless, a noise in the background of the symphony of her magnificent existence. All at once the whispering wind coalesced into a handful of words: “Why are you still holding back?”
In response, the legions of people that worshipped her changed their expressions, becoming hateful and jealous. The ones that had praised her the most immediately became enemies. Carly had never feared more for her life. She ran, tearing her wondrous dress in the process, the outstretched claws of millions of people raking across her skin. Her bosom retreated in kind until she was her normal self but no less the target of the ire of millions. Just as she was about to be swallowed in a sea of hordes of grasping hands, she woke.
Carly’s body was covered in a sheen of sweat. Once again her boobs had grown while she slept, covering her entire body, spilling out over the side of the bed and against the wall, threatening to push through the flimsy sheet that covered the doorway. It seemed she couldn’t will them smaller when she was asleep. She shivered with disquiet. The plan ran through her head again, and a fresh wave of unease washed over her. But her stubbornness prevailed and she once again promised herself she would follow through.
“I won’t hold back.”
