RevengeRevenge 
by TricityBendix 
  Disclaimer - This story is a bit fucked up. It contains politics, porn, 
  enormous breasts and insane levels of stupidity. Don't read it if you are 
  blonde, a member of the religous right, a redneck, a cop, a cunt, or under 32. 
  In this story, a lot of men get off on women's breasts growing while their 
  intillect decreases. This is nothing to do with real life and I know a lot of 
  very brainy-and-chested beauties. This is a story written because the bigger a 
  woman's breasts are, the less intelligent the men become. Being in the 
  presence of a superior intellect is embarrasing for men, as most are, like me, 
  emotionally retarded. Intelligence is a mythical concept anyhow. IQ tests are 
  a bunch of cock. 
  Yours - tricitybendix (my mates call me 85, cunts call me 'Phil') Enjoy. 
Emma Jarvis was blonde, blue eyed, 18, intelligent and jealous. The reason she 
was jealous was a girl in her school, Brenda. Brenda, also, was gifted 
academically, but was a lot richer than Emma. Emma, being the school red was 
dis-favoured by a lot of the boys who found her views violent and crazy. Also, 
being blonde & 18 years old, Brenda was able to attract a lot more attraction 
from the boys at her school than Emma due to her flashy and outgoing 
personality. Also, being rich and sophisticated she was able to buy many more 
fashionable clothes items than Emma, and carry the appearance off beautifully. 
Emma recalled that one year at the school summer ball last year, she had worn a 
very old white dress. She had attracted some friendly joshing from her friends, 
something about her mother's wedding. Brenda on the other hand, was sporting an 
outrageously high white micro-skirt. On her top was white fabric that crossed 
over her midsection and covered her small, perky breasts. Filling her belly 
button was a large diamond. Emma had felt terrible, walked straight to the bar 
and ordered herself a vodka, where she was consoled by the author.
If there was one thing though that Emma hated about Brenda, it was the fact that 
she was so damned nice. That's what really got to her. This girl did not give a 
damn about popularity or social status, she gave money to charity anonymously, 
organised school events, and did a lot of hard work. Also, she liked Emma. She 
respected Emma's gutsy determination to do well at school and get her 
qualifications. What Emma hated was the fact that the girl did not seem to have 
anything bad about her at all, and Emma had no way of getting to her. No 
boyfriend, no embarassing secrets, and even if there was something, Brenda was 
smart enough to see it coming a mile off. Indeed she had pulled a practical joke 
on Brenda on April 1st. Brenda had sweetly taken her to one side and threatened 
to publicly embarrass her back. Sports day was coming up, something Emma was 
good at, but was usually beaten by little miss perfect and she wanted, nay, 
needed revenge. Question was ... how?
That night, Emma was reading a Marxist book about pop culture, consumerist 
desires of the general public, the and how consumerism was imposed on society by 
the state. Emma was bored shitless. At that moment a small glowing sphere of 
light appeared outside Emma's window. She got up and looked at it. This was no 
trick of the light. The sphere moved towards the window, and straight through 
it, leaving no mark or blemish. Emma jumped back, "Wow! ball lightning!", and 
scrabbled around looking for her Polaroid. This theory of hers was smashed when 
the ball said, "I am from the stars. I come to learn about humans. We have been 
monitoring your TV stations for decades. Your television has been political in 
some cases, for instance MedTV, the Turkish station calls for revolution; it has 
been used by the state to educate and entertain, BBC, the UK; and, of course, to 
sell stuff, any station, the US. I come to learn about how humans interact in 
reality. If there was one human in your life you would want to change somehow 
into something else, who would it be and how would you do it? You can't change 
yourself. Don't be afraid, I mean no-one any harm."
Emma almost fainted. The alien noticed her fear and temporarily silenced it. The 
alien did not notice that by killing her fear, it had also damaged her 
conscience and personality. Emma walked round to her bed and sat down, the ball 
of light moved closer to her, she replied, "Brenda, I want to change Brenda". 
The alien entity shot up out through the window, and returned 5 seconds later, 
projecting an image of Brenda on the wall, "Is this the girl?", "Yes it is.", 
"How do you wish to change her? She will remain asleep all night and will not 
notice, only you and her will know that she has been changed, when I leave in 3 
days time, you may change her back if you wish. You changing her will change her 
family as well, and it can all be reversed."
One of the things Emma disliked about Brenda was her style, her intellect, her 
grace and poise; another was her good looks. Damn! What am I going to do? She 
looked under her bed for more bits of inspiration, and found a toy doll she had 
for her 6th birthday. 6 inches high, pretty, blonde hair, and a big smile. A 
Barbie doll.
Brenda was dreaming about the usual things, friends, family, her experiments at 
the school lab, respect, and sex. In her sleep, she moaned and rolled over onto 
her back. "Good job she sleeps naked", said the alien. Brenda could feel the 
growing presence on her chest, but she was asleep, the tingling in her nipples 
did make her a little wet. It took 30 seconds for her breasts to grow from a B 
cup to a C - cup and for her to forget how to tell different types of wine. It 
took another 30 seconds for all the memories of what she learnt at school to 
become a little fuzzy and blurred, and for her hips to swell out a little. The 
alien watched Emma squeal with glee as her arch rival grew sexily stacked. There 
was no way she would be any good at sports now, bedroom gymnastics maybe. She 
looked at the Barbie doll. Why stop there? "Could you make her so busty that 
there is no way she can be any good at sports? Make her a giggly bimbo as 
well!", "I'm doing it", replied the alien. The point of light was deep in 
concentration and had grown dimmer, the task taking a little of its power. 
Brenda was dreaming about happy things, like swimming, sunbathing, clothes and 
of course, sex. By now her breasts were a healthy E - cup. She was nicely 
stacked, but still growing. Her now large, but pert bottom prevented the small 
of her back from touching the bottom of the bed. She giggled as she thought 
about boys, causing her breasts to wobble and bounce a little. By morning, the 
work was finished. The alien left, emitting a strange sound. Laughter perhaps?
Emma had dozed off, and woke up groggily as her alarm screamed at her. The first 
thing to enter her mind was the alien. 'Oh ... SHIT! What have I done!', but 
remembering that she could change poor Brenda back when the alien left, she 
calmed a little. Her conscience now fully intact, she was on a major guilt trip. 
"What kind of ambassador to the human race was I last night", she thought, "That 
thing probably thinks all socialists are scum". Still, she was looking forward 
to seeing her new friend Brenda. She laughed naughtily. She got her school 
things together and remembered that it was a Thursday, and she would have 
physics and the art club she attended at lunchtime, 2 things Brenda did too. 
"It's gonna be fun watching that little bimbo try to think straight, but I'll 
try to cover for her", she laughed a little nervously.
Brenda felt the warm sunlight on the side of her face, smiled and stretched, 
"mmmmmm, feels nice ..." She gently let her hands slowly drift down her body 
between her legs and rubbed slowly. This was THE way to wake up. After a few 
more seconds, she opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling. She let on hand 
work up to her breast, and then she noticed. She let out a little squeak of 
surprise as her dainty little hand touched a mass of soft breast. She pulled 
back the sheets and saw for herself that she had grown a pair of breasts that a 
whole crowd of girls her age could be proud of. She was a little afraid, knowing 
something was wrong, and very slowly sat up and looked around, "Pink! My room is 
pink!". The wallpaper had changed from stripey grey to shocking pink while she 
had been asleep. She looked around and saw a doll's house on a chest of drawers 
opposite her in the room. She also noticed that her CD player had turned bright 
blue. Intrigued, she slowly got out of bed, and had to adjust to her new 
posture. "My big new breasts are real heavy, and my voice is funny", she 
announced to herself in her new, cute, sqeaky voice. She walked slowly to the 
doll's house, and giggled happily as her breasts swayed. Opening thetop of the 
doll's house, she peered in. "Barbie!", she sqealed and took the doll in her 
hand and looked at it, "Cute, but I got bigger titties!". Carefully, she put the 
doll back, and noticed how she was acting. "What's going on?", she asked 
quietly, with a confused look on her face, trying to recap the events of the 
previous day was difficult, but a lot had definitely changed. She looked at the 
alarm clock, 7:00 am. She walked to the bathroom, now more easily as she was 
more used to her new figure. Even now the amount her breasts moved shocked her a 
little, she grabbed them in her hands, and walked to the bathroom, her breasts 
still bobbling excessively. "Everything's pink", she said, noticing the carpet 
and wallpaper
Looking at herself in the full-length mirror was a big shock for her, "Wow! I 
got real big last night.", she said with a sense of pride. She was still of 
average height, but her breasts were almost perfectly round and hung down almost 
to her belly button. Her waist was tiny and flat, and flared out to a pair of 
almost impossibly wide hips. Her pubic hair was lighter and stopped before her 
pussy. Her legs were perfectly hairless and her skin had become healthier and a 
little more flushed, giving it a warm, soft look. Her aurolae were the size of 
saucers, and were deep pink, her nipples stuck out around 4 cm, were 4 cm 
across, and were even darker. Awestruck, she turned to her side, and looked at 
the side of her ass, as her breasts slowly swayed to a standstill. It was 
beautiful, her legs seemed to go on forever, and there was not a blemish in 
sight, her blonde hair reached down to the middle of her tush. "I'm really 
pretty, really really pretty!", she giggled happily, and shook her breasts. They 
swayed from side to side, she giggled. Then she bounced them up and down, 
giggling continuously. Gently biting her beautifully pink lower lip, and 
grinning happily, she caught one of her nipples and rolled it between her 
fingers, she let out a squeak of pleasure, shuddered and opened her mouth as the 
feelings kicked in.
Emma was making herself a large coffee. This was the usual ritual for her before 
school, but today she was over - doing it. Caffeine powered her sharply 
subversive mind. She loved this. Deeply inhaling the steam coming off her 
espresso, she thought deeply about her friend. Brenda was her friend and was 
going to know everything when the alien left on Sunday after sports day. Fuck. 
Her mind raced through endless possibilities. She sipped the coffee, then drank 
the whole lot and quickly made another. Her mum looked at her, concerned, "Are 
you okay, honey?", "Yeah fine mum, just a little tired. Damn, I'm gonna miss the 
bus, bye!"
Brenda got into the shower, and noticed changes there too, they now had a power 
- shower, and the shower unit was situated in it's own glass cubicle rather than 
the bath. She noticed how whenever she moved, her tush or her boobs would brush 
against the cold glass. This tickled a lot, and sent her into more fits of the 
giggles as she tried in vain to hold her breasts away from the glass. Finally, 
she managed to concentrate for long enough to work out how the shower worked ... 
and pressed the 'on' button.
The jets of warm water had an instant effect on her, "Wow! Whoaaa, that feels 
greeat!", she squealed, the water was a bit of a shock to the system. It took a 
lot of shampoo to lather the whole of her beautiful blonde mane, and of course, 
her little triangle of pubic hair. Now that the glass had warmed up, she could 
forget about letting herself touch it. She leaned forward and whipped her hair 
back, getting lather onto her breasts. Moaning with ecstasy, she tried to grab 
her slippery breasts, but they wobbled far too much for her to grab a nipple. 
She giggled again, and simply rubbed them up and down against the glass, and let 
her left hand slide down to her crotch. She let two fingers slide into herself, 
pounded herself furiously for 30 seconds, then took them out and sucked, letting 
the right hand pleasure her. She repeated this cycle for all of ten minutes, 
grinning widely and moaning with intense pleasure. Out of the shower, she took a 
towel and dried her hair, arms, legs, ass, and back. She looked at her tits. 
There was no way of drying them off without getting all horny again, so she just 
gently pressed the towel onto them, then took it off, which seemed to work. She 
noticed that she could get the towel to stick on to her tits with nothing 
holding them there. She looked in the mirror and smiled again. "I'm so happy.", 
she said to herself, and bounced off back to her little-girl bedroom with the 
towel wrapped round her chest.
She found her school uniform where it usually was, in her chest of drawers, but 
everything was, of course, a couple of sizes bigger. She put on her blouse, 
jumper and blazer, grabbed her satchel and carefully walked down the stairs to 
the kitchen for breakfast.
"Mum, sis, you're both big too!", "What are you talking about hon?", "Never 
mind." Brenda found that her mother and sister had grown outrageously voluptuous 
figures similar to her own, and that their voices had changed too. The kitchen 
had also changed colour from white to a light blue colour, making it look, like 
the rest of the house, slightly tacky. Looking out of the window, she saw that 
the family's old Daimler V8 had been replaced by a red Ferrari, and there was a 
sun lounger on the lawn. Brenda had properly woken up now and was realising that 
she was in a VERY strange situation. She decided to keep quiet. Emma was at 
school, biting her nails. She was waiting for her guilt trip to climax with the 
arrival of Brenda. What had happened to Brenda and her sister? The alien had 
said that it would have an effect on the rest of the family as well. She looked 
out of the common room door and saw Brenda's mum park the Ferrari, and the new 
Brenda and her sister, Alice happily skip out. Brenda usually hung out with her 
sister before classes, but they walked off in different directions. Brenda 
walked straight over the Emma, as her mother stalled the Ferrari while driving 
it out of the school gates 'Hi Emma! Can we talk? Something funny happened last 
night.', Emma lowered her head. She had forgotten to change one thing. If there 
was one person Brenda had trusted in that school, it was her. She had dumped on 
a friend major league. She flung her arms out and gave Brenda a hug. She was 
amazed at how large Brenda had become, and only just got her arms round her. 
'Whoa, Emma, what was that for? Hey girl, what's wrong?', Brenda asked with a 
look of childish innocence, 'Never mind. Let's get along to first period'.
In the physics class, Brenda sat next to Emma and timidly held her hand under 
the desk. Brenda was scared. She knew that she was good at physics, and that she 
and her surroundings had changed. On the way to school, she had chatted with her 
mother or 'mom' as she now insisted on being called. Brenda's dad had 
disappeared from the family a few years ago and had never called since then, and 
her mother, instead of being the high flying economic consultant she used to be 
was now some guy's 'personal assistant'. Her sister however chose not to talk at 
all, but read a book.
Brenda told Emma all about this, and about the changes in her house. All the 
time Brenda had a pouty look on her face similar to that of a lost child. Emma 
simply replied, 'You'll be OK in 3 days time'. 
The class was a 3 hour practical experiment, and Emma volunteered to be Brenda's 
partner. It started with the handing back of last week's homework, Brenda looked 
at her work and then looked really scared. 'An F?', she asked herself, then 
looked at the work she had done. Her answers wer childish and simplistic, her 
writing was printed, and reading was making her tired. She found a folder marked 
'Physics' in her bag and put it in there, she would look at that later. The 
girls then, with the rest of the class got up and walked to their experiment. 
Today's experiment involved logic circuits. The girls had to make a TV screen 
display the stars and stripes using logic circuits. Emma found the exercise 
simple and easy, and had it finished quickly. She tested Brenda's reduced 
intillect. 'Okay, so you understand that when this one is on, that one is off?', 
'Yeah', 'Okay, so if that it turning on and off 312 times a second, what is this 
one doing?', 'er ... switching real quick too?', 'You got it, now why is it 
making stripes on the screen', 'Er ..', Brenda brushed her blonde hair back and 
looked away into space with the cutest look a girl could give. 'What was the 
question?', it was hopeless.
Emma tried diagrams, LEDs to show the signals, everything. Nothing could get 
through to her. Brenda's giggling was quiet enough not to be annoying, but it 
did make talking to her seriously very difficult. She would curl her hair round 
her finger, gently bite her lower lip and look a little lost whenever she tried 
to think, the giggle embarrasedly as she forgot what she was meant to be 
thinking about. By the end of the lesson, Emma was finishing writing up and she 
turned and looked at Brenda. Brenda had lifted her breasts onto the desk, had 
her arms round them and was fast asleep using them as a pillow. Brenda had a 
wide, happy smile on her face, and was breathing slowly and deeply. 'Brenda, 
wake up, time for lunch!' At break, Emma decided that Brenda should at least 
enjoy her silly new existance, and decided also to tell her about the alien and 
how she would change back in 3 days time.
The two girls sat at a coffee table, and Emma noticed the stares her friend was 
getting from the boys. Brenda believed every word Emma said. 'Emma you bitch', 
Brenda was surprised, and should have been angry. Indeed she was trying to be 
angry, but found that anger was something she was almost incapable of, and that 
she was actually enjoying being the best looking girl in school, even if it did 
mean she was a little dumb. 'The physics teacher was looking at my big boobs as 
well', 'Yeah, when you fell asleep onto your breasts, all the boys were looking, 
one came up tried to feel you up!', this sent Brenda into more bursts of 
giggling and she started twirling her hair round her finger again. Her friend 
simply looked at her and sighed, nodding her head,'She's gonna kill me when she 
changes back!'
The girls got up and walked off to art club, 'Walk slower, Emma, I got a lot to 
carry!' At art club, the girls found a surprise. The new Brenda was actually 
better at art than she had been before. Although unable to write or even think 
methodically or express herself verbally without sounding like the dizzy blonde 
that she was, she could paint beautifully. Also, as Brenda was doing art as a 
subject, a lot of the paintings at art club were by her. This was her chance to 
shine. She took a brush and her hands seem to move by themselves. After 30 
minutes the canvas was covered with a beautiful meadow, interrupted by a river, 
at which an old man was fishing. The art teacher came over and asked her, 'What 
was your inspiration for this piece', 'I dont know, it just came to me!', she 
replied, and giggled.
The next lesson was sport. The girls would play basketball for a while, the boys 
would play football in the next field. Brenda took out of her bag a skirt, big, 
but obviously way too small for her, and a stretchy top. She took off her school 
uniform and bra, and put on the top, and skirt only. Emma just looked at her, 
'You're not going out there like that! The boys will go nuts! I can see your 
nips from here!', 'Try and stop me', she giggled as she tried to jog towards the 
door and nearly fell over. She steadied herself against the wall and stared at 
her breasts, as they slowly stopped swaying and simply rose and fell with her 
deep breathing. When she bent over, she really could feel the strain on her 
back, she slowly stood up straight again, and carried in her arms her now 
slightly sore breasts, back to the bench. She sat down with a thump, causing her 
breasts to bounce and jiggle again, looked at Emma and giggled. 'Big tits are 
heavy', she said, cradling one in her left arm. Emma looked at her friend with a 
look of amazement, 'Try wearing a bra?' Brenda leaned forward, resting her 
masses of pink flesh on her lap, and pulled out her sports bra from her bag. She 
put it on the front, but could not get it done up at the back. Emma helped her, 
and they left the gym.
Once outside, the girls had to pick teams. Brenda got picked last, Emma got 
picked first. 'Not fair!', Brenda cried out in her new voice, and stamped her 
foot. The other girls laughed, one of the girls called her a bimbo, and Brenda 
couldn't help but giggle, while staring down at herself. 'It's true', Brenda 
whispered to herself, 'I'm the biggest bimbo ever.' Brenda tried to play the 
game, but her breasts and hips wobbled about and got in the way. What was worse 
was she couldn't remember who was on her team. Half way through the game, she 
was beat, and went back to shower. She took off her bra and panties. All the 
other girls were outside. She turned on the shower and her nipples instantly 
hardened. She rubbed the sweat away from her armpits and rubbed the shampoo into 
her hair again. She looked down at her breasts again, and rubbed them. She again 
squealed with delight and said to herself, 'I love it when my boobs get all wet 
and slippery.' She dried off in the same manner as she had done that morning, 
and got changed back into her uniform.
Back home, she had some physics cousework to do. She really felt dumb when she 
did not know how to do this. Physics was her best subject, but all the figures 
got jumbled up in her head. She stared down at her breasts. She had last played 
with them this morning, and was feeling a little horny again. The temptation was 
too great. She grabbed her phone book and dialed the school physics buff, Simon 
Walters. 'Hello?', 'Hi Simon, this is Brenda, I'm having a little problem with 
my homework, do you want to come over and fuck me, sorry help me, help me with 
it ..' She could not believe what she had just said, and neither could Simon. In 
less than five minutes, Simon was at the door dressed to kill, with a card and a 
box of chocolates. Branda took the chololates from him, and said with her new 
bimbo voice, 'The homework is in my bedroom, it's real hard', 'I'll help you 
with it right now', the pair went upstairs and sat on Brenda's bed. Brenda 
locked the door in full view of Simon. 'You've got some funny stuff Brenda.', 
Simon was totally disoriented. 'Oh look at you, you got all dressed up to come 
here, and here I am in my school uniform. No peeking!', Brenda pulled the sheets 
of the bed over Simon's head and got naked right next to him. No-one would 
remember this, so she might as well have fun.
When she pulled the sheets back off Simon and squealed 'surprise!', she was 
wearing a little tennis skirt, no bra, and a top that stopped just above the 
base of her breasts. On the top was a silly cartoon of a confused blonde. The 
slogan below it read, 'I'm naturally blonde, so please speak slowly'. Brenda 
hadn't noticed this, but Simon did, he also noticed how Brenda's erect nipples 
and aureole were painfully obvious through the clingy white fabric, and began to 
look a little panicky. Brenda sat back down on the bed and noticed that Simon 
was looking at her chest. 'You like my boobies don't you', 'Actually I was 
looking at... mmmmph!', Brenda grabbed Simon's head and stuffed it between her 
breasts underneath the top, then squashed her breasts together, suffocating 
Simon in a world of warm pink flesh. His body grew all limp, except for one part 
of it. 'You like that, don't you.', she purred slowly, a slow, muffled 'mmm mm 
mph' was the best reply Simon could offer. She let him go, and he pulled away, 
gasping for breath. 'Wow, you really know how to make a guy happy Brenda!' 
exclaimed a red - faced and extremely turned on Simon. Brenda leant forward and 
got her homework out and placed it on her lap. 'I like doing my homework like 
this, but I cant see the books over my titties! I know what!', she got up and 
walked round to Simon's side of the bed, she opened his box of chocs and popped 
one into her mouth.
She jumped down onto the bed on her front, so her face was next to the physics 
book. 'Now help me with these problems, Sy!', Simon did as he was told and 
joined her on the bed. He noticed that her ass stuck out way high into the air 
and that her hips were wider than he had noticed before under her uniform, and 
that her waist was really thin as well. He was constantly peeking glimpses over 
his shoulder as Brenda looked through her notes for the homework. He also 
noticed the mass of breast that was squashed outwards against the side of his 
chest. He had a large and uncomforatble erection. Brenda popped another 
chocolate, 'Mmph mfound it. Mmm nice choccie, Sy, I found the .. You sure do 
like checking out my bod, dont you.', 'Oh sorry Brenda', 'No, it 's OK, I like 
my bod too. This is the homework I cant do' Simon saw that the stuff she was 
having problems with was really simple, so he attempted to explain it to her. 
After 25 minutes of explanation, query, explanation, and Brenda's uncontrollable 
giggling, the pair decided that Simon should type the homework and send it in on 
Brenda's behalf, making, of course, a few deliberate mistakes.
Brenda looked at the clock, 'Sugar, it's eight o'clock, I'm feeling sleepy', 
'Yeah, do you want me to go home?', 'No, you can stay with me for a bit. I know 
you want to check out my tush', she said wiggling her ass a little. She stood 
up, and put all her books away. 'I know I'm not the brightest in the class, but 
I bet a lot of the girls there will never learn to do this', she said and 
shimmied her breasts from side to side, like she had done in the bathroom 
before. The little pink bit of breast that was not covered by her top captivated 
Simon. Slowly, as the breast rubbed against her top, the top slowly worked it's 
way up, exposing more and more breast. Simon could not take it any longer. He 
stood up and whipped the flimsy top off, and standing behind Brenda, he grabbed 
her breasts and rubbed his hard self against her. 'Ohhhh, you are all hot", 
Brenda moaned with pleasure. Simon brought one hand round to Brenda's ass, and 
placed it on her tush. He was shocked and surprised to find she was not wearing 
any knickers, 'Whoaa!', his heart was racing as his hand withdrew, 'Stroke my 
pussy', said Brenda. He kept kneading her breasts with his right arm and used 
his left to pleasure her pussy. He had to change a few times as massaging 
Brenda's breasts was very hard work, and as they kept moving about and wobbling 
as Brenda spasmed, it was getting harder to hold onto them. After a while Brenda 
was extremely wet, and her breasts were covered in juice. There was a small dark 
patch of juice on the floor.
Simon came round to the fromt of his moaning, blonde godess, and bent over a 
little to suckle her breasts and lick all the delicious juices off them. 
Fumbling with his belt, he leant on Brenda a little too much and she fell 
backwards onto the bed. She was aroused a little out of her sexual trance, and 
giggled as Simon tried to undress extremely quickly. When he was naked, and 
standing before her he tried to get on top of her, she pushed him back and said, 
'Lick my pussy first, please'. She sat up and gave him that lost pleading look. 
It was irresistable, he HAD to do what this beautiful dumb creature was asking. 
He knelt between her legs, and parted her lips. He licked the clitoris as gently 
as he could. Immediately Brenda orgasmed, and covered his face with juice. She 
fell backwards and tried to grab her wet breasts. Again the masses of pink flesh 
escaped her grasp each time, so she simply rubbed them. Simon continued to lick 
for 15 minutes, before getting a condom out of his jacket, and putting it on.
The sex that followed was the best Simon could ever hope for in his whole life. 
Brenda came again and again, the sheets were soaked. Simon fell asleep around 1 
am, totally spent. Brenda remained awake, and was visited by a small sphere of 
light.
In the morning, Brenda unlocked the door, and Simon stumbled out. 'Hello Simon. 
I suppose I'm going to be cleaning the sheets AGAIN tonight, ah well.', 'Uhh, 
sorry Mrs. urm', Brenda's mother took his hand, 'Call me Candy.' Simon's heart 
was still racing. This girl's mum was looking at him as if she wanted some fun 
as well. 'I wish I had a mum like that', he said under his breath, as Candy 
jiggled her way downstairs.
Now normally when Emma woke up, she would have a dry feeling in her mouth and a 
headache from caffeine withdrawl, and sleep in her eyes. This morning, however, 
she felt positively fantastic. Her hands were between her legs, one hand 
completely inside her, the other stroking her clit, stroking, slowly, faster, 
faster, faster, bringing her to a beautiful orgasm. She opened her eyes, and 
smiled. Looking at the ceiling. As she slowly sat up, and leant forward 
slightly, she noticed something brush against her lap. 'Oh no!', she pleaded 
with no-one in a soft, beautiful voice. She looked down at herself. She couldn't 
see any of her lap, as it was completely covered in the most healthy pair of 
breasts ever to grace such a petite frame. Walking would be a serious challenge. 
She looked around her room. Where once there were pictures of feminists and 
Marxists, there now hung pictures of busty porn models. She squinted, there was 
something written on all of them, printed, in childish writing, 'bigger than 
you', was written in black marker on a picture of Lolo Ferrari. Around the room 
there were some very large vibrators and dildoes. Emma got out of bed, slowly, 
and opened her drawer. She picked up a stretch top and looked at it. It was the 
same as the one Brenda had used that night, but seemed to be a bit different, it 
had another word written above the slogan in black marker, 'I'm .. nat urall ie 
.. blonde so please speak REAL slow - ly, funny! What does that mean?', the new 
Emma put the top on,bigger than Brenda's it covered most of her pert, pliant, 
pink flesh, but left a little pink flesh at the bottom, which even after much 
stretching of the top and stuffing of her breasts upwards, could not be covered. 
She slipped on some knickers and slowly swayed to the bathroom, she looked round 
her house. Bigger? 
Looking in the mirror was a real shock for her. Brenda had been quite a sight, 
but now she was simply ludicrous. Her breasts hung a full 4 inches below her 
belly button, her hips were around the same size as Brenda's though, but her 
tush was a little perkier. She heard a doorbell ring downstairs and heard a 
sweet, faltering, high pitched voice talking to a teenage girl, 'You must be .. 
Brenda, yeah, she said about you, I'm her mom, I'm an actress, an exotic actress 
*giggle* yeah it's all natural, come on in, she's in her room, Emma! You've got 
a guest!'
Emma quickly bounced back to her room and slipped on the skimpiest pair of denim 
shorts you could imagine, actually one of the more conservative things her 
bedroom contained. Brenda entered the room, she had kept a lot of her chest, now 
an F - cup, and regained all of her intelligence and then some. 'Hi Brenda, you 
look cute!', Emma complimented her friend, and giggled. Brenda was a little 
pissed, but looking at her new creation, she just wanted to laugh, and she did. 
'Who's the bimbo now?', 'I don't know', came the confused and innocent reply. At 
this point, Brenda felt a pang of guilt. She had over done it with her friend 
the night before. This new Emma could hardly read or write, and definitely 
wouldn't be able to go to school. Brenda said, 'I can take my finger off, watch 
this!', Emma was taken aback and her eyes lit up in amazement, but not 
disbelief. Brenda folded her thumb behind her forefinger of her left hand away 
from Emma, and bent the forefinger of her right hand behind her other 
forefinger, and showed this to Emma, it loofed like her thumb was the forefinger 
of her righ hand. She parted her hands quickly, and put them back together, 
giving the impression that she had dislocated a finger. Emma put her hand over 
her mouth and gave a little dainty sqeak of terror. 'Hey girl, it's just a 
trick, dont worry', 'Oh. How does it work?', 'Okay, do this'. It took about 
seven minutes to teach Emma how to do it, and she started doing it again and 
again, giggling happily. Brenda decided that her friend was way too much of a 
bimbo like this, and by the look of the room, more than a little too much of a 
nympho. She resolved that if the alien visited her again, she would restore her 
to the level of intelligence above what she was before they started, and a more 
manageable, yet still stupendous breast size for the sports day, and increase 
her sex drive, and leave her like that permanantly, hopefully her intelligence 
would give her a little self control. After all, she always used to talk about 
how people should be happy with their sexuality whatever it was when she was 
spouting off about feminism. They would however both retain their silliness.
Brenda said, 'Watch my finger, Emma!', Emma looked up at Brenda's finger, Brenda 
moved her finger around in front of Emma's face. She stopped between her eyes, 
giving her a cross eyed, silly look, then tapped her lightly on the nose. Emma 
fell back on the bed giggling, legs in the air kicking, giving Brenda a view of 
two vast hemispheres of light pink breast. Brenda jumped on her and ticked her. 
The tickling had the effect of making Emma's face and tummy go red. 'Stop, 
stop!', Emma pleaded, and so Brenda let up for long enough for Emma to stop 
giggling. Emma took Brenda's hand and placed it on her right breast, 'Bigger 
than YOU', she giggled. 'Let's take a look at your clothes, I'd love to see your 
stuff', Emma gave Brenda a confused, blank look, and Brenda realised that Emma's 
surroundings had changed, as had her personality, but her memories were still 
Emma's, so her new environment would be totally alien to her. Brenda opened a 
couple of drawers, there were stretch tops, push up bras and cute little dresses 
to show off her ass. All her books were gone, and Emma was talking, acting and 
had the wardrobe of the perfect bimbo. Brenda found a top with a slogan that 
read, 'Fuck - bunny'. She had to laugh at that, as her friend did actually look 
a bit like a rabbit, all chest and behind, although, she couldnt really see the 
new Emma moving quickly or running at all. Looking up, she saw that her friend 
had removed her top and was playing with her breasts, lifting them up and 
licking them, shaking and wobbling them, lying on them and using them as a kind 
of water bed. Emma looked up and said simply, 'Play with me, please..', Brenda 
went downstairs and phoned a male friend from school, and explained the 
situation to him, giving him the address of the house. He was there in what 
seemed like seconds 
Pete had been lucky with girls occasionally and was quite well built, red hair, 
red chest hair, and, embarassingly, red pubic hair too, but he had NEVER met a 
girl like Emma. Emma looked him in the eye, but he was looking at her very full 
clingy top. He could see her aurolae, nipples, the bits at the bottom that the 
top couldnt cover, and then he read the slogan, and looked Emma in the eyes. She 
gazed back and French - kissed him. The moment seemed to last forever as Pete 
was squashed into a sea of pink cleavage. Brenda left them to it with a 
camcorder on the mantelpiece as blackmail evidence against Emma for later. Pete 
looked into her eyes and was going to say something. Emma silenced him by 
frowning gently and placing her finger on his lips, and removing her top to 
expose a pair of breasts that were beyond belief. She was kneeling at the time, 
facing Pete from the edge of the bed. She let herself fall forward, her and her 
breasts covering Pete. They were face to face, she let out a little giggle, and 
Pete attempted to undress from underneath her, with quite a bit of success. The 
view from outside of this was quite amazing. Every time Pete moved, Emmas 
breasts would jiggle and ripple, with Emma giggling all the time. Once Pete was 
fully naked underneath Emma, he put his hands on her big, pert tush and smiled 
sweetly. She smiled back, after a couple of seconds, she realised, got off Pete 
and removed her shorts and panties, and again mounted Pete. Her tush may have 
been big, but it did have a lot of power behind it. She fucked Pete for all he 
was worth, stopping only to change position. After he was finished in that 
position, she got off and he sat at the side of the bed, panting. Because Emma's 
pussy was now a little bigger, and a lot stretchier, it made sex with her 
exhausting work.
As soon as he came, Emma got up, rushed around the side fo the bed, sweating 
breasts and hips swinging, and sucked him to recovery. She lay back on the bed, 
grabbed him, and he did the work. Emma's stamina was unbelievable. From 9:30 am 
to 3 pm, they fucked constantly, and when Pete left, Emma whispered in his ear, 
'thanks'. Pete was almost dead. Brenda smiled as she watched Emma accompany Pete 
to the door. Emma was still naked and very wet with sweat and other stuff, while 
Pete, who had arrived dressed in a well pressed suit, was now looking as 
disshevelled as any man could.
Brenda told Emma to go and shower and especially to clean her pussy, which was 
leaking a little. Emma came out of the shower, clean and dried, 'Brenda, get me 
another man!', Brenda sighed and reached for her phone book. That night, Emma 
was exhausted. She had spent a long day fucking and rested on the couch, wearing 
her 'fuck - bunny' top as the bed was way too wet. Brenda went and fetched some 
sheets for her friend, and spent the night watching TV. That night the alien 
visited Brenda, 'I know why you humans are being so weird with your wishes. It's 
because of me. My effect is killing your conscience and causing emotional 
fuckup. Tell me what you really want for you and your friend and it will be 
so!'. Brenda wished for a healthy and long life for her and her friend, 
intelligence, and prosperity, also, for fun, games, tricks and enormous breasts 
and good looks. The alien left for now, content that the human race was not all 
bad.
It was sports day, and Brenda and Emma arrived at the sports ground at the same 
time, both in flashy cars. Emma walked up to Brenda, F - cups bouncing 
healthily, and slapped her right across the face. The other girl did that back, 
and announced 'Right, now that's over with, let's have some fun!', and both 
headed for the gym. They quickly stripped, and changed into their sports gear, 
talking excitedly about their adventure, the alien, would it be back and stuff 
like that. They were getting some very strange looks from their friends, but 
they did not care. Their rivalry had finished. Or had it? 'Emma dear, I still 
can't get this damn thing on, I just cant reach round the back there.', said 
Brenda, struggling with her troublesome sports bra. Emma scrabbled around at the 
back, quickly doing things which Brenda coundn't see. 'Should be fine now Bren', 
Emma replied, swuftly hiding her scissors and kicking the remains of the back of 
Brenda's bra under the bench with her foot. 'It feels kinda funny you know, 
scratchy', 'That's 'cause last time you wore it you were stupid, remember, it is 
going to feel different', 'oh yeah!', and both girls giggled.
Despite this, Brenda still couldnt get used to the way her breasts were moving. 
They bounced far too much for a sports bra, and the straps were irritating her 
back. The girls were running the marathon, and were at the starting line. Go! 
Emma was obviously going to win from the start, the only other two girls were 
not really into sports, and for some reason, Brenda's breasts were bouncing all 
over the place, causing raucous wolf whistles from the crowd. After 500 metres, 
she heard a loud snap, and after that, her breasts were bouncing even more 
wildly. After 1000, another loud snap and the remains of her bra finally gave 
up, and she staggered in last, clutching her chest. Emma had cut away the straps 
of her bra and replaced them with rubber bands. Both girls were back in the 
changing room. 'Emma, you are a complete bitch.', said Brenda, throwing her bra 
at her, which after Emma's handiwork looked strangely like a dead jellyfish. 
Both girls giggled, and walked back to Brenda's house. 'Let's get some boys 
round!', said Emma, 'So much for self control, yeah let's go for it!', the girls 
were going to have some serious fun for the rest of their lives, and nobody was 
going to stop them! 


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