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\deflang1033\pard\plain\f4\fs20 "Luck of the Irish"
\par by Mastophilus
\par Copyright March, 1997
\par 
\par \plain\f5\fs20\cf0\i Masto's Musings:
\par \tab I'll give you the content warning right up front before I
\par discuss any other part of the story. This short story features graphic
\par sexual scenes of a wide variety. Many of you will be pleased to learn
\par - and are expecting - that scenes of breast enlargement figure 
\par prominently. Also in the story are more "standard" male-female sex 
\par scenes, as well as some female-female and female masturbation. Copious
\par amounts of various body fluids fly around as well.  In addition to the
\par usual pornographic descriptions, I've also tried to include some 
\par romance and general mushy stuff that might appeal to the more 
\par "sensitive" reader.
\par \tab From a more technical standpoint, I have made this story 
\par available in .rtf and .txt formats. The .rtf document (which you
\par are reading now), uses italics for emphasis and internal character
\par dialog. The .txt version uses splats (*) and single quotes for those
\par two effects, respectively. Some of you may have seen a .doc version of
\par "Luck of the Irish". It's the same story with a few errors in it that
\par I have since corrected. Who knows? Maybe it'll be worth a pound of
\par breast flesh some day.
\par \tab Finally, this damn story took forever to put together. I got the
\par idea back around Christmas of 1995, and had hoped to release it in 
\par time for St. Patrick's Day (March 17) of 1996. Things didn't work out
\par that way. In fact, it wasn't until February of 1997 that the story 
\par finally jelled in my head after floating around upstairs for more than
\par a year. So finally, either in your hands or on the screen in front of
\par you is "Luck of the Irish" - almost exactly one year late and 
\par substantially different from the idea I had oh so long ago now.
\par \tab I really hope you enjoy it. Feel free to send any comments to me
\par at: phoenix@crown.icongrp.com. Since I get \plain\f5\fs20\cf0\b\i lots \plain\f5\fs20\cf0\i of e-mail, be sure 
\par to mention somewhere in your message that your post is about "Luck of
\par the Irish".
\par \tab Thanks, and take care of yourself.
\par \plain\f4\fs20 
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\par 
\par \tab "I'm sorry; what did you say?"
\par \tab Stephanie silently sighed through her nose, then repeated her 
\par question, fighting to be heard over the background noise of the daily 
\par bustle of the cafeteria.
\par \tab "I said, 'Have you asked anyone to Turnabout?'"
\par \tab "Oh. No, not yet."
\par \tab "Well, you'd better hurry. You have to buy your tickets by this 
\par Friday." Stephanie pointed to a table across the room where a member 
\par of the student council was collecting $25 per couple for next 
\par Saturday's Turnabout Dance. Erin turned toward the activity where a 
\par small line had formed. In the line she recognized people from her
\par classes, the school socialites, athletes, cheerleaders, people who 
\par actually had a social life.
\par \tab "Are you going?" inquired Erin.
\par \tab "Yeah. I'm going with Steve Denton. We're just going as 
\par friends."
\par \tab "I see."
\par \tab "Erin, why don't you ask Koz? You two have been friends for 
\par years. Besides, you told me you have a crush on him, and he \plain\f5\fs20\cf0\i is\plain\f4\fs20  
\par pretty cute."
\par \tab Erin giggled at the suggestive tone her friend took as she tried
\par to make her case. Steph was right; she did have a crush on Rob 
\par Kozlowski. She had one since the seventh grade. While they "hung out"
\par together occasionally, they were never "going out". Rob had never 
\par asked her out, and Erin had never mustered up the courage to ask him herself.
\par \tab Their concentration was interrupted by a sudden burst of raucous
\par laughter from the other side of the cafeteria. The girls turned to 
\par face the gathering of some of the school's more famous athletes and 
\par the cheerleaders that adored them.
\par \tab "Ryan Patz is over there. I've heard his penis is ten inches 
\par long and as thick as your wrist," Steph offered, bursting into 
\par laughter as she finished her statement.
\par \tab "Stephanie!" Erin blushed with embarrassment .
\par \tab "Oh, come on! You're going to be seventeen next Saturday. Did 
\par you know that boys and girls are different, Erin?" kidded Steph. "You
\par see -" Steph suddenly stopped as she looked up and waved at someone 
\par behind Erin. As Erin turned, she saw Koz nodding his head in 
\par acknowledgment and heading toward their table.
\par \tab "Hi, guys," said Koz, as he laid his tray on the table and 
\par pulled up a chair. "Wow, Erin, what happened? Your face is almost the
\par same color as your hair."
\par \tab "Erin just learned a little bit more about male anatomy."
\par \tab "Uh, huh," replied Koz, as Erin glared across the table at 
\par Steph.
\par \tab "Are you going to Turnabout, Koz?" asked Steph, winking at Erin.
\par \tab "Um, I'd like to, but...uh...nobody's asked me."
\par \tab Erin suddenly jumped in her seat as she felt someone kick her 
\par under the table. Leveling a glance at Steph, she saw her good friend's
\par eyes encouraging her on.
\par \tab \plain\f5\fs20\cf0\i All right\plain\f4\fs20 , she thought, \plain\f5\fs20\cf0\i just to get her off my back\plain\f4\fs20 . "Would
\par you, uh, like to go with me, Koz?" She felt her face starting to 
\par flush, her ears warming, her pulse at least one-twenty. Suddenly, a
\par panicked thought crossed her mind. \plain\f5\fs20\cf0\i What if he thinks- \plain\f4\fs20 "Um, we can go
\par as just friends. I mean, if that's okay with you. I mean, I like you,
\par but, you know, I'm not...you know."
\par \tab Koz gently smiled back and nodded. "Yeah, I know. Just friends.
\par That's cool."
\par \tab The two gazed at each other for an eternal second. Koz then 
\par dropped his glance to his watch and stood up. "Uh, oh. Shit! I've got
\par that chemistry test in fifteen minutes. I'd better review. See y'all 
\par later." Erin watched as Koz left the cafeteria, her heart having 
\par slowed somewhat, but still racing. She turned to face Steph, who was 
\par staring at her and giggling uncontrollably.
\par \tab "What's so funny?" demanded Erin, somewhat defensively.
\par \tab "\plain\f5\fs20\cf0\i You\plain\f4\fs20 , silly! 'Oh, Koz!'" she mimicked, feigning a swoon. "Man,
\par I knew you liked him, but I didn't realize he made you \plain\f5\fs20\cf0\i that\plain\f4\fs20  wet! You
\par couldn't even get a complete sentence out!"
\par \tab Sighing in frustration at Steph's sexual innuendo, Erin 
\par rationalized, "Damn, Steph, I'm not wet! I'm just a little..."
\par \tab "Aroused? Turned on? Horny?"
\par \tab "...nervous. And shy. You know me, I'm not like Misty Rose and 
\par her cheerleader buddies: boobs out to here and sleeping with half the 
\par football team at those orgies they have every Saturday night. I'm more
\par ...mature. I have more important things to worry about."
\par \tab "Oh, lighten up. You really need to get out more. At least 
\par you're going to Turnabout, which is on your seventeenth birthday, 
\par which is on St. Patrick's Day of all things. All I can say, girl, is 
\par that your dress better be green! Go without a bra, too. Get it? Erin-
\par go-bra-less!"
\par \tab "Not that I need one anyway. I think Koz has bigger boobs than I
\par do."
\par \tab "Oh, who cares?"
\par \tab "Right," asserted Erin, albeit with false bravado, "who needs 
\par tits anyway?"
\par 
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\par 
\par \tab Joan McCafferty looked up from the pots in the sink when she 
\par heard the front door close.
\par \tab "Erin, sweetie, is that you?"
\par \tab "Yes, mother; it's me."
\par \tab "Okay. Stay right there, honey. I've got a surprise for you."
\par \tab Erin waited patiently in the living room. She saw her mother 
\par walk down the hall and into her sewing room. Moments later, she 
\par emerged with a white sweater.
\par \tab "Here you go, honey, I just finished it this morning!" Joan 
\par proudly displayed her handiwork to her only daughter. "Consider it one
\par of your birthday presents, except a week or so early."
\par \tab "It's nice, mother." Erin pulled the sweater on and looked down
\par at herself.
\par \tab "Um, mom, is this sweater for me or for you? It's awfully big in
\par the chest for me."
\par \tab "Oh, don't worry! You're young; you'll -"
\par \tab "I know, I'll grow into it." Erin shook her head in amusement. 
\par Even though Erin wore a 34A bra, her mother knitted sweaters as if her
\par daughter were built like Dolly Parton. For quite some time, Joan had 
\par insisted that Erin would eventually fill out, that all girls on her 
\par side of the family blossomed into shapely women in their own time. 
\par Erin had believed her, too, once upon a time, but no more. She had 
\par come to accept that she probably had as much breast tissue now as 
\par she ever would.
\par \tab "So, anything interesting happen at school today?"
\par \tab "Yeah, I asked K- I mean, Rob- to Turnabout. I'm going to need a
\par dress."
\par \tab "Oh, how wonderful! When is the dance?"
\par \tab "Next Saturday. My birthday."
\par \tab "Oh," Joan looked a little distressed. "I made reservations for 
\par us for Cafe Florentia for Saturday night, what with your father out of
\par the country on business for two weeks. No problem, I'll just 
\par reschedule for Friday, if that's okay with you. It is your birthday, 
\par after all."
\par \tab "Friday will be great, mother," reassured Erin.
\par \tab "Okay. So! What did you have in mind for a dress?"
\par \tab "Hmm..." Erin thought back to her lunch with Stephanie. 
\par "Something green, to go with the holiday. Something feminine, but not
\par too sexy or revealing-"
\par \tab "Good," Joan sternly interjected.
\par \tab "Do you think we could do silk or satin? I was thinking of 
\par something kind of light and breezy." Erin could feel the excitement 
\par and romanticism building in her. She was going to look beautiful...
\par \tab "I'm not...well, it \plain\f5\fs20\cf0\i is\plain\f4\fs20  your first dance, and your first real 
\par date..."
\par \tab "I know, mother." Erin didn't need her mother to remind her how
\par pathetically non-existent her social life was.
\par \tab "And it \plain\f5\fs20\cf0\i is\plain\f4\fs20  your seventeenth birthday. Okay. Why not?"
\par \tab "And, um, I'd like to make the dress myself, mother. Is that 
\par okay with you?"
\par \tab "Of course it is, sweetheart! Help yourself to all my sewing 
\par materials back in the room. If you need any help I'll be more than 
\par happy to help you."
\par \tab "That's great, mom."
\par \tab "We'll go shopping for the material and some shoes for you this
\par weekend. Come on back to the sewing room with me; I might have some 
\par things you can use back there."
\par \tab "Sure."
\par \tab Erin followed her mother back into the sewing room. A fifty-
\par year-old white Singer sewing machine sat in the center on a large 
\par wooden table. All over the room were scissors, thimbles, strips of 
\par cloth, books with patterns. Erin's mother never was the organized
\par type. As Joan dug through a box full of long strips of cloth, Erin 
\par spotted a picture on the shelf. An attractive brown-haired man was 
\par smiling and holding the hand of an awesomely endowed red-
\par haired woman.
\par \tab "Who's this, Mom?"
\par \tab "Hmm? Oh, that's your aunt Sarah and uncle Pat. They live in 
\par England now. I don't think you remember them; when they last saw you 
\par you couldn't have been more than a year and a half old."
\par \tab "I see. My! Aunt Sarah is certainly, um... big!"
\par \tab Joan took a closer look at the picture. Her sister Sarah looked 
\par as if she had stuck two volleyballs in her blouse, which looked even
\par more ridiculous given Sarah was an otherwise slender-framed 5'3". 
\par "Yes, that picture's from about ten years ago, after her cosmetic 
\par surgery."
\par \tab "Oh. Why did she want her breasts made so large? They must 
\par really hurt her back and shoulders."
\par \tab "Oh, no, honey. That was after her surgery to get them 
\par \plain\f5\fs20\cf0\i reduced\plain\f4\fs20 ."
\par \tab Erin gasped. "You're kidding!"
\par \tab "No," reflected Joan. "She always liked having really big 
\par boobies. She used to tease me because I wore only a 36E; she had to 
\par have her bras custom made."
\par \tab "\plain\f5\fs20\cf0\i Only\plain\f4\fs20  a 36E, mother?"
\par \tab Joan hummed in the affirmative. "That's why I keep telling you
\par that you'll grow into all those sweaters. I'm big. My mother was big.
\par My grandmother was big. My sister was huge, and still is, for that 
\par matter. She was kind of the bad girl. She had to marry uncle Pat 
\par because he got her pregnant. I've heard other rumors, too, that she 
\par slept with her date to the Prom..."
\par \tab Joan suddenly leveled an ominous look at her daughter. "Listen,
\par I know you like that Rob, but remember what Father Timothy said about
\par pre-marital sex being a sin. You should follow my example and wait 
\par until you're married; I don't want you ending up like Aunt Sarah, 
\par shotgun wedding and all."
\par \tab Embarrassed, Erin tried to assuage her mother's fears. "Don't 
\par worry, mother. We're going as just friends. With the way my social 
\par life goes, I don't think I'll have to worry about sex before
\par marriage." \plain\f5\fs20\cf0\i Hell\plain\f4\fs20 , she thought, \plain\f5\fs20\cf0\i I don't think I'll even have to worry
\par about marriage.\plain\f4\fs20 
\par 
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\par 
\par \tab The next day, Erin was sitting at her desk before her 
\par trigonometry class, looking over the tickets that she had just 
\par purchased in the cafeteria on her lunch hour fifteen minutes ago. "The
\par Luck of the Irish Brought Us Together" read the heading on the ticket.
\par Below the heading, in gold trim on a dark green background was the 
\par silhouette of a boy and a girl puckering up their lips, preparing to 
\par kiss. The whole flyer was somewhere between romantic and cheesy. Erin
\par couldn't help but giggle. 
\par \tab "Who are you taking to Turnabout, Erin?"
\par \tab \plain\f5\fs20\cf0\i Let's see\plain\f4\fs20 , thought Erin, \plain\f5\fs20\cf0\i arrogant, phony, superficial tone in
\par her voice. It can only be-\plain\f4\fs20  "Oh, hi, Misty. I'm going with Rob 
\par Kozlowski. Are you going with-"
\par \tab "Ryan Patz. He and I've been dating for about three months. Are 
\par you and Rob going out with each other, or-"
\par \tab "We're just friends," explained Erin.
\par \tab "Oh. Okay. Do you know what your dress looks like yet?"
\par \tab "Sort of. I'm sewing it myself. All I know for sure right now is
\par that it will be green."
\par \tab "You're making your own dress?" Erin wasn't sure if the 
\par inflection in Misty's voice was out of result of respect for her 
\par sewing skills or disdain for frugality. "I bought this gorgeous red
\par strapless gown at Nordstrom's for only $750."
\par \tab Erin felt her shoulders slump at this information.
\par \tab "Listen, Erin, we're all having a big party next Saturday after
\par the dance. You and Rob are welcome to come if you'd like. The party's
\par at Ryan's house. His folks are out of town for the weekend."
\par \tab "You mean, we're...invited?"
\par \tab "Of course! Everyone's invited. We probably won't stick around
\par for the whole dance. It ends at 11:00 but our party starts at 9:00.
\par We'll be able to have more fun without school chaperones watching over
\par us." Misty winked at this list remark.
\par \tab "Uh, I'll think about it. Thanks." Erin didn't quite know what
\par to make of Misty's offer. She had never gone out of her way to be 
\par friendly before. It seemed harmless enough, though.
\par \tab \plain\f5\fs20\cf0\i Sure, why not, if Koz is okay with it\plain\f4\fs20 , thought Erin. \plain\f5\fs20\cf0\i Maybe 
\par I'll be able to get some time alone with him. What the worst that 
\par could happen, anyway?\plain\f4\fs20 
\par 
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\par 
\par \tab Erin didn't mention Misty's offer until she and Koz were eating
\par lunch together next Tuesday.
\par \tab "So, what do you think?" 
\par \tab "I dunno," said Koz. "I guess I really would like to see just 
\par what they do at their parties. I mean some of the rumors I've 
\par heard..."
\par \tab "Yeah, sounds likes some pretty wild stuff goes on there. You 
\par know, Misty said the party started at 9:00. We can go for a while, and
\par if we decide we don't like it, we can always come back to the dance,
\par or do... other things..."
\par \tab Erin's heart began to beat faster. Would he take the hint?
\par \tab "Sure, you're right. If we don't like the party, I'm sure we can
\par find other things to do."
\par \tab Koz met her gaze and smiled. Erin put her hand on top of his and
\par smiled back through a chaos of affection, lust, and relief.
\par \tab "You know," offered Koz, "that's a really nice outfit you're 
\par wearing. It really complements your eyes. I don't think I can remember
\par the last time I saw you wear a skirt."
\par \tab Erin chuckled. "I know. I guess I'm just getting tired of jeans
\par every day. I'm a g... young woman and I figured I'd start dressing 
\par like one," she explained as she smoothed out the near-ankle length 
\par skirt that sat elegantly draped over her crossed legs.
\par \tab "The sweater's nice, too. Is it supposed to be big, or...?"
\par \tab "Not quite this big. My mother knitted it for me; she tends to 
\par overestimate people's sizes."
\par \tab "I see."
\par \tab Somewhere in the distance rang the bell signaling the end of the
\par lunch period.
\par \tab "We'd better go," said Koz, as they got up together. For a brief
\par instant their eyes were lost in each other's faces. Erin shocked 
\par herself and surprised Koz by being the first to break eye contact, and
\par gave him the gentlest kiss on the cheek she could imagine.
\par \tab "Bye," she smiled, and walked off down the hall.
\par \tab Koz followed her receding figure with his longing gaze, and 
\par sighed.
\par 
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\par \tab 
\par \tab "Hello?"
\par \tab "Hey there, Koz!"
\par \tab "Oh, Erin, hi! I've been trying to reach you all afternoon. The
\par dance is tomorrow night, and we still have to finalize some things."
\par \tab "I know. I'm sorry. My mother took me out to dinner tonight for
\par my birthday and we just got back about twenty minutes ago." Erin 
\par smiled at the taste of the veal parmesan still lingering on her taste
\par buds.
\par \tab "No problem. Let's see, the dance starts at 7:00, and we 
\par probably should get there early otherwise we'll have to wait in line
\par forever to get our pictures taken."
\par \tab "Agreed. And did you still want to go out to dinner?"
\par \tab "Yeah. Is the Ogden Dunes okay with you?"
\par \tab "Yes," Erin was surprised that Koz was willing to take her to 
\par such a nice restaurant. 
\par \tab "Okay, I'll make the reservation for 5:00, and I'll be over to 
\par pick you up around 4:30 or so, okay?"
\par \tab "Sounds great to me."
\par \tab "Good. If you don't mind my asking, what does your dress look 
\par like? Or is it bad luck for the date to know about the dress 
\par beforehand?"
\par \tab Erin giggled, as she looked over to her completed dress, hanging
\par from the mirror on her vanity. "It's green, almost the same color as 
\par my eyes."
\par \tab "Wow!"
\par \tab "It's made of satin - I made it myself."
\par \tab "Wow, again! Is it sexy?"
\par \tab "Kind of. There's a limit to how much my mother will let me 
\par show, Koz. The top half is sort of like a tank top with a plunging 
\par neckline. It flares out at the bottom into a skirt that stops about 
\par three inches above my knee. I've got pumps to match as well."
\par \tab "You're going to look beautiful tomorrow. Listen, I've gotta run
\par and make the reservations before the Dunes closes. I'll see you 
\par tomorrow at 4:30. Okay?"
\par \tab "Gotcha. Love you, Koz."
\par \tab "Love you, too, Erin."
\par \tab Erin smiled to herself as Koz hung up on his end. She glanced 
\par over at her dress, and then the clock, which read 9:50 p.m. She was 
\par worn out from the day and the large dinner, and a certain restlessness
\par was growing within her.
\par \tab "Mother? I'm going to bed now. Good night."
\par \tab "Good night, sweetie," called Joan from across the hall.
\par \tab Erin gently closed, then locked the door, and turned off all the
\par lights in her room with the exception of the small lamp on her 
\par nightstand. Making sure the drapes were closed, she thought about Koz,
\par and began to undress in front of her mirror.
\par \tab She slowly undressed herself as if she were unwrapping a 
\par delicately wrapped gift. She gently unbuttoned each button on her 
\par blouse, then pulled off her shirt and tossed it aside. She looked at 
\par the delicate nubs ever so slightly pushing outward against the cups of
\par her lacy white bra. Through the lace she ran her fingers over her 
\par areolae, and shuddered at the sensation coursing through them. She 
\par then unfastened the back of her skirt and let it fall around her 
\par ankles. She smiled when she saw the faint wisps of auburn pubic hair 
\par working their way through the lace of her panties. She had just bought
\par these panties last weekend; her mother had not yet come 
\par across them in the laundry. \plain\f5\fs20\cf0\i What would she say?\plain\f4\fs20  thought Erin.
\par \tab She then removed her bra and crawled into bed under her covers.
\par Again she felt the tinglings of pleasure race through her nerves as 
\par she softly ran her fingernails over the entirety of her breasts. She 
\par moved her hands down her abdomen and toward her crotch, and was met by
\par a growing dampness in the lacy front panel of her underwear. 
\par Sensuously she slid the panties down her hips, her thighs, her calves,
\par and removed them from her ankles, tossing the bikinis into the pile of
\par dirty laundry near her bed.
\par \tab Again she slid her hands down to her cushiony mons and massaged 
\par herself. Harder...she could feel her clit slowly engorging as she 
\par rubbed it through the fleshy padding just above her spot. She felt her
\par pulse and breathing quicken as she continued to rub herself.  Harder,
\par faster...Erin couldn't remember the last time she was this turned on.
\par Faster, harder...her sheets were now growing dark from moisture and 
\par hot juices oozing from her pussy. Barely audible moans began to escape
\par her lips; she was close.
\par \tab "Oh, Koz..." she moaned, continuing to fiercely masturbate. 
\par "Oh...yes...oh...god...oh..." she felt her whole body begin to 
\par tremble. "Oh....ooooooohh!!!"
\par \tab Spasms racked her body as she came harder than she had ever come
\par before. She felt contractions and her crotch and let out a small cry 
\par of surprise when she felt a gush of fluid hit her fingers. The spasms 
\par continued.\tab 
\par \tab "Oh, god! Oh, baby!" Again she exploded into shakes, and again 
\par she felt another hot stream of juice squirt from her pussy.
\par \tab By this point she was spent. She collapsed into relaxation and 
\par let the quivers slowly 
\par subside. She barely had enough energy to lift her sheets and see the 
\par three square foot wet spot on her bottom sheet. \plain\f5\fs20\cf0\i Wow, I must have wet
\par myself or...oh, it's female ejaculation. Wow.\plain\f4\fs20  Erin remembered seeing
\par an article on it in one of her mother's women's magazines some time 
\par ago.
\par \tab \plain\f5\fs20\cf0\i Wow\plain\f4\fs20 , she thought. And sighed. And drifted into sleep.
\par 
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\par 
\par \tab The pounding on the door jolted Erin out of her slumber.
\par \tab "Erin, are you still asleep? Come on, sleepyhead, do you know
\par what time it is?"
\par \tab "Huh, mom, is that you?"
\par \tab "Of course it is, sweetie." Joan jiggled the door handle. "Why 
\par is your door locked, honey? Are you all right?"
\par \tab Erin tried to prop herself up in bed but couldn't. She felt 
\par heavier than she remembered. Maybe her arms had not woken up yet.
\par \tab "I'm fine, I think. I must have been really tired. What time is 
\par it?"
\par \tab "It's 1:30 in the afternoon, Erin. I've got to go the store and 
\par pick up groceries. What time is Rob coming over?"
\par \tab Erin smiled at the mention of his name. "4:30."
\par \tab "Oh, I'll probably still be gone when you leave. I've got to go 
\par if I want to make it to the bank in time, honey. Have a good time."
\par \tab "Bye, mother."
\par \tab Erin collapsed back onto her mattress and heard the door to the 
\par garage close. She then heard her mother's car pull out. Finally she 
\par gathered the strength to pull herself out of bed. Naked and rubbing 
\par her eyes, she walked over to her mirror with some difficulty, as if 
\par her body was trying to lean over forward for some reason. She finished
\par rubbing her eyes and looked at her reflection.
\par \tab And screamed.
\par \tab She lost her footing and fell onto the floor. Pushing herself up
\par from the ground, she stopped suddenly. What were those two things 
\par hanging down from her chest?
\par \tab Standing up again, she looked at herself. Or was it herself? 
\par Erin gave the mirror a long look; the woman looking back at her had 
\par Erin's face, but a very large pair of breasts, and succulently curved
\par hips framing a lush forest of bright auburn pubic hair.
\par \tab "My God, what's happened to me? I...have breasts."
\par \tab Suddenly her mother's voice ran through her head. \plain\f5\fs20\cf0\i That's why I
\par keep telling you that you'll grow into all those sweaters. I'm big. My
\par mother was big. My grandmother was big. My sister was huge, and still
\par is, for that matter.\plain\f4\fs20 
\par \tab "Oh, God, mother. I had no idea! I..."
\par \tab The initial shock was slowly wearing off. She ran to her closet 
\par and threw on her robe. To her dismay, she found that she could barely
\par close it over the two cantaloupe-sized new "developments" on her 
\par chest. She went downstairs to the sewing room and found a tape 
\par measure. Upon returning upstairs, she dropped her robe and pulled the 
\par tape measure around her.
\par \tab "Forty-three inches!" Her bosom had grown by eight inches in the
\par sixteen hours she had slept. Measuring under her rib cage she found a
\par measurement of thirty-three inches. "Let's see...I've gone from a 34A
\par to a 38DD overnight?!"
\par \tab Moving further down her body she found her waist had packed on 
\par two extra inches to give a fuller twenty-six total inches. Her hips 
\par had also plumped out in the night, from thirty-two inches to an even 
\par forty.
\par \tab She let the tape measure fall to the floor and turned profile in
\par the mirror. Horror, excitement, arousal, fear all coursed through her 
\par veins as she looked at her new beautifully voluptuous profile. "I have
\par boobies! Big ones! And an ass, too!" She thought about her new figure 
\par and gently played with a nipple. The sensation made her recoil and 
\par made the nipple go erect to a length of half an inch. "Ooh! So 
\par sensitive." 
\par \tab She then let her eyes go slowly down her figure, what had 
\par happened to her pussy?  To her surprise, she discovered that her new 
\par tits were so large that she couldn't see her feet, much less her 
\par groin. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and ran her hands 
\par down into the auburn field of public hair. "So silky, and thick!" she
\par remarked. "Ooh!" She reached her clit and sent a powerful surge of 
\par pleasure up through her spine. Like her nipples, her clitoris had 
\par become incredibly more sensitive as well. But it didn't feel quite 
\par right...
\par \tab She found a small cosmetic mirror and put it between her legs, 
\par allowing her to see her genitalia. "Oh my lord!" Her clit had grown to
\par about the size of the last knuckle on her thumb. It ever so slightly 
\par protruded from its sheath like a tiny, delicate penis.
\par \tab She looked over at her clock: 2:10. She had time...
\par \tab She sat herself on her bed and again began to masturbate. This
\par time the sensations through her clit were so intense that she could 
\par barely touch it directly. She indirectly massaged it through the
\par bottom of her now thoroughly-covered mons. Within thirty seconds she 
\par had brought herself to the verge of orgasm.
\par \tab Racing pulse, quickening breath, rubbing hard, she went to tweak
\par her clit...and screamed in pleasure as her body incinerated itself 
\par with ecstasy. Again she felt the contractions in her pussy, and 
\par through her vision - impaired by intense pleasure - she saw a hot 
\par stream of clear liquid shoot out of her crotch and hit the mirror 
\par above her vanity. Six feet away.
\par \tab \plain\f5\fs20\cf0\i How much?\plain\f4\fs20  she thought. Quickly, before the next orgasm came, 
\par she found an empty one-liter bottle of Pepsi and positioned it between
\par her legs. She came again as she touched the mouth of the bottle to her
\par clit. The fluid shot out again and this time was received into the 
\par bottle. There was not as much this time.
\par \tab For the next several minutes she came, and squirted. After her 
\par seven more orgasms, some fifteen minutes later, she no longer 
\par squirted. Holding up the bottle, she found it to be nearly full. \plain\f5\fs20\cf0\i One
\par liter of cum?\plain\f4\fs20  she thought\plain\f5\fs20\cf0\i . What am I, the incredible squirting 
\par woman?
\par \plain\f4\fs20 \tab The clock now read 2:30. She had two hours to prepare herself 
\par for Koz. As she headed for the shower, she grinned evilly. \plain\f5\fs20\cf0\i Oh, Koz,\plain\f4\fs20  
\par she imagined, \plain\f5\fs20\cf0\i I've got something I want to show you. Something I 
\par think you'll really like...\plain\f4\fs20 
\par 
\par \tab *\tab *\tab *\tab *\tab *\tab *\tab *\tab *\tab *\tab *\tab *\tab 
\par 
\par \tab Koz checked his watch as he bounced up the steps to the front 
\par door of Erin's house. \plain\f5\fs20\cf0\i 4:25. Right on time.\plain\f4\fs20  He rang the doorbell and 
\par patiently waited, nosegay of white and pink flowers in hand.
\par \tab "It's open!" called Erin from inside. "Come on in, Koz."
\par \tab Koz opened the door and stepped into the living room. "Hi, Erin!
\par Are your folks around?"
\par \tab "My mother's at the store; she doesn't plan on being back until
\par later tonight. Dad's out of the country on business. I'll be out in a
\par minute. Hey, how's the weather?"
\par \tab "Cool and windy. You'll want to bring a jacket and hold onto 
\par your skirt. Wait, forget that last part..."
\par \tab In the sewing room, Erin smiled at Koz's joke. \plain\f5\fs20\cf0\i If only he 
\par knew... \plain\f4\fs20 she thought. Looking at herself in the mirror, she admired how
\par her new figure had changed her homemade dress from the gown of a 
\par pretty girl to the apparel of a sex-crazed bimbo. Without a bra under
\par her dress, the plunging neckline showed a heart-stopping amount of 
\par cleavage. Her DD-sized breasts were firm and perky enough to pass the
\par "pencil test" she gave herself earlier with flying colors. Her nipples
\par gently poked against the green satin, making themselves known to 
\par anyone within thirty feet. Her bosom had also pulled the skirt up 
\par substantially. Once upon a time, the hemline stopped three inches 
\par above her knee, but now the front of her skirt stopped about three 
\par inches below her crotch in front. The back was somewhat longer, but 
\par not by much. \plain\f5\fs20\cf0\i Windy, \plain\f4\fs20 she thought. As she twirled in front of the 
\par mirror, her skirt flared out far enough to show the entirety of her 
\par squeezably shapely ass cheeks and the flourishing garden of silky hair
\par at her crotch. \plain\f5\fs20\cf0\i Wait till he finds out that I have nothing on under 
\par this dress!\plain\f4\fs20  She gave her hair a brief primping and got ready to face 
\par Koz.
\par \tab "Here I come, Koz. You won't believe your eyes!"
\par \tab "I'll close them," he offered. "You tell me when to look."
\par \tab "Okay, I'll tell you...okay. Now open them. Tada!"
\par \tab Koz opened his eyes.
\par \tab And his jaw dropped to the floor.
\par \tab "E-Erin? Is that... what....did...huh?"
\par \tab "You could say I've filled out a bit since you last saw me, and
\par the dress certainly accentuates various parts. You like?"
\par \tab "I..uh...yah! Uh... wow!"
\par \tab Erin slowly worked her way toward Koz, her hips undulating atop
\par legs perched on three-and-a-half inch heels. She moved in very close 
\par and cupped her hand over the front of his crotch. She felt a growing,
\par hardening shaft inside. "Oh, you \plain\f5\fs20\cf0\i do\plain\f4\fs20  like, don't you?"
\par \tab She continued to advance until Koz had his back up against the 
\par door. She took his hand and guided it slowly over the dress up to her
\par new melons. "Go on, feel them." She ran his hand over her breasts and 
\par then slid it back down to her skirt. She took his hand under her skirt
\par and let his finger slide over her bare arse. "I'm not wearing panties,
\par Koz, or a bra either, as you can no doubt tell." She jiggled her boobs
\par from side to side briefly to make her point. "Now, what time were our
\par dinner reservations?"
\par \tab "F-f-five o'cock - I...I mean - clock. In about t-twenty 
\par minutes."
\par \tab "Mmm," Erin ran her tongue over her lips. "You know, I'm hungry,
\par but for more than just food. Besides, I think there is something else
\par you might like to eat." Erin took Koz's hand, which had been cupped 
\par and resting on her buttocks ever since she put it there, and slowly 
\par moved it around front into her lush garden of womanliness. "Would you 
\par like something to eat, Koz?"
\par \tab A faint, high-pitched moan of pleasure escaped his lips, "uh 
\par huh."
\par \tab "Then let's get going. I know a good place where no one will 
\par bother us..."
\par \tab Erin took Koz's hand from out under her skirt and led him out 
\par the door towards his car.
\par 
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\par 
\par \tab When they pulled into the lot of Ogden Dunes, Koz had regained
\par some coherency to his speech, but Erin was glad to see that the iron 
\par rod in his pants had not subsided. "Let's go inside."
\par \tab Erin got out, walked around to the driver's side and opened 
\par Koz's door for him. Hand in hand they walked toward the door to the 
\par establishment. As Erin climbed the stairs, a sudden draft lifted her 
\par skirt.
\par \tab "Ooh! The wind feels so good against my pussy." As her skirt 
\par fluttered in the breeze, she made a half-hearted attempt to keep it 
\par down. She wanted Koz to see her bare down there, but she didn't want 
\par to get herself thrown out of the restaurant for indecent behavior. She
\par felt she was pushing the envelope enough already.
\par \tab Koz and Erin split a large pasta salad, but nothing else. "We 
\par want to have time for other activities," she suggested. When the 
\par server came by inquiring about dessert, Erin politely declined, "No 
\par thanks, we'll take the check, we have our own plans for dessert." At 
\par this remark she gently squeezed Koz's cock through his pants and 
\par giggled when his eyes went wide. The server, knowing what was up, 
\par tried to hide a smirk and gave the couple their check.
\par 
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\par 
\par \tab Koz and Erin were halfway from dinner to Ogden Township High 
\par School when Erin offered a nearby park.
\par \tab "Turn right up here."
\par \tab "W-what are we going to do?"
\par \tab She ran her hand down his thigh and whispered into his ear. 
\par "You'll see."
\par \tab Koz parked the car and turned to face his date. "E-Erin. I 
\par w-want you. Now."
\par \tab "Then join me in the back seat."
\par \tab They both stepped out of the car and turned to get into the 
\par back seat.
\par \tab Before she opened the door, Erin said, "I'm going to get 
\par comfortable." To Koz's aroused amazement, she pulled her dress off 
\par over her head while outside the car and carried it into the back seat.
\par Koz could not comprehend this girl he thought he knew. The sight of 
\par her outdoors in nothing but her pumps was almost enough to make him 
\par cream in his pants. When he got inside and closed the door, he saw 
\par Erin giving him a devilish grin.
\par \tab Sensing each other's passion, they threw themselves at each 
\par other. The back of Koz's Impala was a blur of steaming windows, 
\par sweating bodies, and frantic groping and kissing. With unparalleled 
\par urgency Koz nibbled and licked his way down Erin's neck to her bosom. 
\par He watched with amazement as her nipples became erect when touched.
\par \tab "Oh, kiss them. Please."
\par \tab "They're so beautiful, Erin. You're so beautiful, please-"
\par \tab Erin suddenly put her finger up to his mouth and gestured for 
\par him to shush.
\par \tab "I want to have my dessert now."
\par \tab Slowly she unbuttoned the top of his pants and opened his fly. 
\par She reached in and pulled out Koz's hugely engorged cock. "Wow! It's 
\par like a rock. And a beautiful size, too."
\par \tab "Six and a half inches long. The girth is about five and a half
\par inches," he offered.
\par \tab Erin looked up in amusement. "Oh, you've measured, have you?"
\par \tab Koz, trembling in arousal, confessed with a shrug.
\par \tab Focusing her attention back on his member, Erin took the shaft 
\par in her hand and gently licked the underside of the head, nibbling her 
\par way from the frenum down to his scrotum. Then she let her tongue dance
\par back up the underside of his cock. When she heard him give an ominous
\par moan, she quickly surrounded the head of his cock and sucked.
\par \tab "Oh, god!" he cried out as his penis erupted into a geyser of 
\par cum. Erin took the first spurt into her mouth, and then let the 
\par subsequent squirts hit her face, her tongue eagerly licking his 
\par mancream from her lips.
\par \tab "Mmm...your cum tastes so good. I'd like to have more later. But
\par first, I want to feed you your dessert."
\par \tab Still gasping and panting from his incredible orgasm and 
\par ejaculation, Koz eagerly put his mouth to her pussy and began licking.
\par \tab Erin began to breath heavily herself. "Oooh, yes, just a 
\par little...oh YES! THERE!!!" She let out a screaming moan of ecstasy as 
\par Koz quickly learned exactly where to run his tongue. His tongue 
\par eagerly raced and flicked across her clitoris and pussy lips. She felt
\par her hips buck up and down against his face. Just a little bit more...
\par \tab "Oh!" she cried out as she came across his face. Koz almost 
\par jumped back in surprise when he felt her hot female juices spray onto
\par his face. Having been drenched, Koz tried to catch his breath while 
\par Erin stared deep into his eyes with desire.
\par \tab "What...was that?"
\par \tab "You ate me so good that I came \plain\f5\fs20\cf0\i really\plain\f4\fs20  hard. I guess I'm just
\par like you: when I come, I squirt."
\par \tab "That was so sexy."
\par \tab Erin continued to smile at him. Again, she lowered his face 
\par toward his crotch, this time to wipe the cum from her face off with
\par his boxer shorts. Koz began to tense up again. "Relax, let's go to the
\par dance." After she wiped her face she planted a gentle kiss on his 
\par member and pulled her dress back on.
\par \tab Stunned - in a dream-like state - Koz got behind the wheel of 
\par his car and continued to drive on to the high school.
\par 
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\par 
\par \tab Twenty minutes later they pulled into the school parking lot. 
\par "Seven o'clock sharp," said Erin, "and Koz, I am still really horny. 
\par Are you up - if you know what I mean - for a quickie?"
\par \tab Koz's eyes bulged and his shoulders fell at this offer.
\par \tab "I-I don't..."
\par \tab Climbing onto him - a task made rather difficult by the steering
\par wheel - Erin felt his crotch and the tender but growing meat inside. 
\par "Oh, I think your just about ready." Unable to resist her advances, 
\par Koz let his head flop back against the headrest as Erin again opened 
\par his fly and impaled herself on his now-erect organ.
\par \tab She slowly gyrated up and down, up and down, moaning while Koz 
\par sat exhausted. \plain\f5\fs20\cf0\i Is this really Erin,\plain\f4\fs20  he thought? \plain\f5\fs20\cf0\i What's happened to
\par her?\plain\f4\fs20  On the other side of matters, while Erin continued to thoroughly
\par enjoy the sensation of Koz inside of her, a small voice in the back of
\par her mind was fighting to be heard. \plain\f5\fs20\cf0\i What are you doing? Have you no 
\par shame!\plain\f4\fs20 
\par \tab Within three minutes Erin had given herself her twelfth orgasm 
\par in twenty four hours. She had turned into an outrageously curvaceous 
\par teenage nymphomaniac that came hard, often, and abundantly. Koz did 
\par not orgasm, and fell limp within seconds after Erin climbed off of 
\par him.
\par \tab "Come on, Koz. Let's go dancing. Oh, and I'm sorry about the 
\par pants. I didn't think I had that much fluid left in me."
\par \tab "N-No worry. It'll dry quickly and my sport coat will cover it 
\par until it does."
\par \tab Erin led Koz by the hand across the parking lot and toward the 
\par building. Other couples were arriving, and Erin could feel the eyes of
\par all the boys caress her with longing. When they got inside Erin began
\par looking around for Steph. When she saw Steph and Steve, her date 
\par sitting at a table, Erin and Koz wandered over and stood beside their
\par table.
\par \tab "Hi, Steph!"
\par \tab "Erin! So good to - " Steph turned around and saw the new and 
\par improved Erin "- see...you. Erin?"
\par \tab "Yes, Steph, it's me. I love your dress. I think it's neat how 
\par it matches Steve's tie. Hi, Steve."
\par \tab Steve Denton just sat dumbstruck looking at Erin. He had never 
\par really known her or seen her that much, but...damn! He couldn't 
\par believe that he had missed her before. Steve made eye contact with a
\par curiously tired-looking Rob Kozlowski, hoping for an explanation. All 
\par Koz could do was shrug.
\par \tab "Steve, you can put your eyes back in their sockets now," 
\par advised Steph.
\par \tab Steve mumbled an apology to his date but still couldn't take his
\par eyes off of Erin.
\par \tab "So, Steph, are you guys going to be here long?"
\par \tab "Um, yeah. We're going to go get in line to get our pictures
\par taken shortly. Where would we go?"
\par \tab "Oh, haven't you heard? Ryan Patz is having a party at his house
\par at nine and everyone's invited. Misty Rose invited me."
\par \tab "Oh, since when are you and Misty Rose friends, since you got 
\par your new boobs?"
\par \tab "Steph-" interjected Steve.
\par \tab "What? I've been Erin's friend for years and I think I have a 
\par right to know why she suddenly feels the need to hang out with people
\par like that. I'm wondering if she's too good to hang out with us."
\par \tab "No you don't have that right!" shot back Erin. "You're not my
\par mother. I can associate with whomever I please."
\par \tab "And with a body like that, I'm sure you can please lots of 
\par people," continued Steph, "have you screwed Koz yet?"
\par \tab "WHAT??"
\par \tab Steph turned to Koz, "Koz, have you let this...tart...that used
\par to be my friend do anything to you?"
\par \tab Koz suddenly blushed deeply.
\par \tab "I suspected as much."
\par \tab "Steph, what's gotten into you? Are you just jealous that you 
\par wear a 38A and are pear-shaped, I mean, fat? Come on, Koz, let's go 
\par get our pictures taken."
\par \tab As Erin stormed away with Koz in tow, Steph continued her verbal
\par harangue loudly enough that other people on the floor began staring
\par and noticing the awesomely stacked red-head who looked a lot like Erin
\par McCafferty. "You think that now you have big boobs you're suddenly too
\par good to hang around me? You've turned into a slut overnight! I'll bet
\par you're not wearing anything under that dress, either!"
\par \tab Once they had made it to a secluded hallway, Erin ducked into
\par the girl's bathroom. Koz patiently waited outside.
\par 
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\par 
\par \tab Erin walked over to the sink and splashed some cold water on her
\par face. She'd been feeling hot - as well as horny - all day, and the 
\par feeling didn't seem like it was going to subside anytime soon. \plain\f5\fs20\cf0\i What 
\par the hell's gotten into Steph?\plain\f4\fs20 , she thought. She needed to calm down. 
\par She had developed quite a case of butterflies in her stomach.
\par \tab She took another look at herself. \plain\f5\fs20\cf0\i Come on, Erin, breathe in, 
\par breathe out. Relax.\plain\f4\fs20  But the butterflies were not going away. Oddly 
\par enough, the butterflies seemed to be rising up out of her stomach 
\par somewhat; now the sensation was mostly in her chest. The tingling felt
\par exciting, erotic, yet...
\par \tab "Oh my God what's happening to me!" She saw the hemline of her 
\par dress slowly begin to inch its way up. Looking down at her chest, she 
\par saw each breast slowly growing in size, as if they were being inflated
\par by some means. Her nipples became more erect than ever and protruded
\par nearly three-quarters of an inch straight out now. \plain\f5\fs20\cf0\i My bust must be 
\par fifty inches, and it's still growing!\plain\f4\fs20  she screamed in her head.
\par \tab As her chest continued to grow her skirt rose up above the level
\par of her crotch. She tugged the hemline downward to keep her pussy 
\par covered, but to no avail. By pulling her skirt down she had caused the
\par neckline of the dress to plunge far enough for one enormous mammary to
\par spill out. All alone in the bathroom, she suddenly remembered Koz 
\par waiting outside. "Koz, HELP!!!" she screamed as her bustline maxed 
\par out at sixty inches.
\par \tab "Erin?" came the response. "Erin, I'm coming in."
\par \tab Right when Koz responded, Erin's chest suddenly returned to it's
\par "old" forty-three inches within seconds. When Koz entered the 
\par bathroom, he saw the Erin he first met about three hours ago, staring 
\par at him with a frightened expression.
\par \tab "What happened? Are you all right?"
\par \tab "I - I don't know. My breasts, they - grew!"
\par \tab Koz put his arm around her. "Well of course they grew. You think
\par I didn't notice that? Just yesterday you had a very petite chest, and 
\par now you're, well, full."
\par \tab "No, that's not it, I mean I saw myself grow right here in front
\par of the mirror!"
\par \tab Koz looked concerned. "You feeling okay? Maybe I should take you
\par home..."
\par \tab "No, no. I think I'll be okay."
\par \tab "You sure?"
\par \tab Erin nodded like a four-year-old child.
\par \tab "Come on, if we don't get in line now we'll be here until ten 
\par waiting to get our pictures taken."
\par 
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\par 
\par \tab Erin could feel the eyes on her as she and Koz stepped into the 
\par line for pictures. Most of the boys were either standing with their
\par dates and ogling her out of the corners of their eyes, while others 
\par had gathered into groups and were laughing and pointing. Almost all of
\par the girls shot Erin looks of disgust.
\par \tab From directly behind her in line Erin heard a familiar voice. 
\par "Oh, Ryan, can't you at least wait until we get to your house?" It was
\par Misty.
\par \tab Erin turned around. "Hi, Misty! Wow, that's a lovely dress. Is 
\par that the one you were telling me about in class last week?"
\par \tab Both Misty and Ryan simply stared at the buxom red-haired 
\par stranger. "Who -" began Ryan. "Is that you, Erin?" asked an amazed 
\par Misty.
\par \tab "In the flesh."
\par \tab Ryan smirked and raised his eyebrows at her response. "So I 
\par see," replied Misty. "Wow, I never would have guessed..." she said, 
\par eyeing Erin up and down. "You know, maybe you and I should go shopping
\par sometime. I mean, you need a makeover, girl! Why were you hiding a 
\par figure like that under jeans and baggy sweaters?"
\par \tab "Oh, I guess I just like to keep it a secret. That's all."
\par \tab The line inched its way toward the photographer.
\par \tab "Are you still coming over for the party? Ryan and I are going 
\par to leave just a little after we get our picture taken."
\par \tab "Yes, please," chimed in Ryan. "I'm sure you'll have lots of 
\par fun. And you're welcome to come along, too,...uh"
\par \tab "Rob. Rob Kozlowski," said Koz. "You can call me Koz, though. 
\par Most everyone has since I was eight."
\par \tab "All right. Koz. Both you and Erin are welcome over to my house 
\par later tonight. Misty gave you the directions, right?"
\par \tab "Yeah," said Erin, "we'll be there a little after nine." Erin
\par gently rubbed her belly. "After this I think I'm going to get 
\par something to drink or eat from the snack table. My stomach's feeling
\par funny." It was the butterflies again. Once again the small voice in 
\par the back of her mind was screaming at her. \plain\f4\fs20\i Run! Now! It's going to 
\par happen again!\plain\f4\fs20 
\par \tab "Next please," ordered the photographer.
\par \tab With some trepidation Erin stepped up to the canvas background 
\par with Koz. The butterfly sensation was growing and moving up toward her
\par chest again.
\par \tab "Okay, you two. On the count of three I'm going to take a series
\par of four shots, okay? One, two, ..."
\par \tab When the flash went off Erin felt the pressure in her chest 
\par reappear. Looking down, she saw that her boobs had again begun to 
\par grow, only faster than before.
\par \tab "What the hell!" cried the photographer, as the camera kept 
\par flashing.
\par \tab Within seconds her bosom passed the fifty-inch marker, enough to
\par raise her skirt too high for modesty's sake. She had to run. Erin took
\par off down the hall in a flash of ever-rising green. In the background 
\par she heard the worst.
\par \tab "Wow! Look at those tits!"
\par \tab "She forgot her underwear!"
\par \tab "Little slut!"
\par \tab "How'd she \plain\f4\fs20\i do\plain\f4\fs20  that?"
\par \tab "Her tits are growing!"
\par \tab She found another girls' bathroom as her melons grew large 
\par enough to make the skirt stop at her hips. She dared not look at 
\par herself in the mirror. Her bosom had grown much larger than before. 
\par She tried to hide in a stall but found that she could not fit through
\par the door. As she collapsed to the floor and cried, she felt the 
\par butterflies disappear, and her chest stopped growing at a measure of 
\par seventy-seven inches.
\par \tab Koz then burst into the bathroom, and saw Erin lying on the 
\par floor attached to what must have been forty pounds of extra breast 
\par tissue. As he went to put his arm around her, he watched in amazement 
\par as her tits slowly began to shrink. Within three minutes, they had
\par returned to their standard DD size.
\par \tab Erin was still sobbing uncontrollably. She was terribly 
\par frightened, enough so that the horniness of less than an hour ago had
\par mostly subsided.
\par \tab "Come on, baby. Calm down. Koz is with you. Everything will be 
\par cool."
\par \tab "Really?"
\par \tab "Yes. Just calm down."
\par \tab "You know, you're really a nice guy. I'm sorry if you were 
\par offended by how - how strong I came onto you earlier."
\par \tab "Oh, no. Don't worry about that now. It took me by big surprise,
\par but hey, I've always liked you, anyway. Besides," Koz gently lifted 
\par her chin so that her gaze met his. "It was fun. I wouldn't have 
\par responded to you any differently had you not had...these."
\par \tab "Are you sure?" Erin planted a gentle kiss on his neck.
\par \tab "Yes. You want to get out of here?"
\par \tab "Yes. Let's go to the party."
\par \tab "You sure you feel up to it?"
\par \tab "I don't know anymore. Let's go anyway."
\par 
\par \tab *\tab *\tab *\tab *\tab *\tab *\tab *\tab *\tab *\tab *\tab *
\par 
\par \tab "Oh, Erin! Hi."
\par \tab Erin could sense the awe and disturbance Misty's voice as she 
\par opened the door.
\par \tab "Listen. Are you okay? I mean, what happened at the dance-"
\par \tab "I don't want to talk about it, Misty. Let's just forget about 
\par it and get on with the party, okay?"
\par \tab "Sure," said Misty, still cautiously eyeing Erin. "We've got 
\par some beer and wine in the kitchen, and there's liquor in the cabinet 
\par over there. Help yourself. There are only a few people here now; 
\par you're still kind of early."
\par \tab "Okay, thanks."
\par \tab Erin and Koz entered Ryan's home and looked around the living 
\par room before taking a seat on the couch. Another couple sat on the 
\par couch across the room, liplocked and oblivious to the outside world.
\par \tab Erin felt Koz put his hand on her thigh. Again her heart began 
\par to quicken. The horniness was returning. "Listen, Koz? Give me a few 
\par minutes, okay? I'd like to freshen up."
\par \tab "Sure, sweetie, I'll be right here."
\par \tab "Ack! Don't call me 'sweetie', Koz, that's what my mother calls 
\par me!" she kidded.
\par \tab Koz grinned as Erin went off in search of a bathroom.
\par \tab Erin went up a flight of stairs and opened various doors to find
\par elegantly appointed bedrooms and a study. \plain\f4\fs20\i He must be loaded,\plain\f4\fs20  she 
\par thought. At the end of the hall she saw a narrow line of light poking
\par out from under the door. \plain\f4\fs20\i There it is,\plain\f4\fs20  she decided. Going up to the
\par door, she knocked. "Hello? Anyone in there?"
\par \tab No response. Erin gently squeezed her thighs together as she 
\par felt a moistness start to creep down from her crotch. 'I'd better 
\par hurry...'
\par \tab "I'm coming in," she warned for the last time. Erin opened the
\par door to the bathroom to find Ryan standing with a most peculiar look 
\par on his face. Kneeling in front of him was Misty. There was no doubt as
\par to what they were doing.
\par \tab "Oh! My! Why didn't you say anything?"
\par \tab "No, please stay!" urged Ryan.
\par \tab "Stay?"
\par \tab "Yes. I've got enough meat for the both of you."\tab 
\par \tab Misty smiled and moved away from Ryan, revealing his enormous, 
\par beautiful cock.
\par \tab Erin gasped in aroused astonishment.
\par \tab "My God! It's so big! Its..."
\par \tab "Eleven inches long," offered Ryan. "Girthwise it's an even
\par eight inches."
\par \tab \plain\f4\fs20\i What is it with guys measuring their penises?\plain\f4\fs20  Erin wondered.
\par \tab "Misty?" Erin was wondering why Misty was eyeing both Erin's 
\par boobs and Ryan's cock.
\par \tab "Oh, didn't you know, Erin? I'm bi. Why don't you join us? 
\par Haven't you ever been bi-curious?"
\par \tab "Not really, but..." \plain\f4\fs20\i God, I'm horny!\plain\f4\fs20  she thought. \plain\f4\fs20\i I can't 
\par wait any longer.\plain\f4\fs20  She kneeled in front of Ryan and looked up at him.
\par "Can I...?"
\par \tab "Yes, please."
\par \tab Erin took Ryan's throbbing meat in her hand, and found that she 
\par couldn't get her hand all the way around it. "Wow..." she cooed. She 
\par went to insert his head into her mouth; it barely fit. "I...I can't 
\par fit it in my mouth."
\par \tab "Then lick me."
\par \tab "Surely..."
\par \tab Erin began to lick Ryan's penis, precum was already starting to 
\par ooze out of it from the job Misty had done earlier. Erin gasped in 
\par surprise herself when she felt a tongue suddenly probe her nether 
\par regions.
\par \tab "Relax, Erin. It's just me," said Misty.
\par \tab "Oh! Yes! Right there!" cried out Erin, trying to continue to 
\par give Ryan head while Misty lusciously bathed her clit with her tongue.
\par Hips twitching from Misty's tongue, Erin continued to lick the 
\par enormous head of Ryan's cock. Playfully she tried to open its eye 
\par while Ryan moaned with pleasure.
\par \tab Misty licked Erin's clit harder, her sopping mass of auburn 
\par pubic hair rubbing into Misty's face like a sponge. "Oh, God! I'm
\par going to come!" cried Erin, grabbing and pumping Ryan's dick harder in
\par her ecstasy.
\par \tab "Oh..me, too!" he exclaimed. "Uhh...."
\par \tab A huge stream of cum shot from Ryan's cock and covered Erin's 
\par face with glistening pearl drops. The thought of being sprayed by this
\par lovely, gargantuan cock made Erin come instantly all over Misty's 
\par face. As Ryan continued to pump his wad over Erin's face, Erin herself
\par shot her female juices all over Misty.
\par \tab None of them heard the door knob twist.
\par \tab "What the hell?!" came a fourth voice.
\par \tab Erin turned in horror to face the door. She saw Koz looking back
\par at her in shock.
\par \tab "Erin? Ryan? Misty?? What the hell's going on in here?"
\par \tab The four stood in silence for several seconds, an eternity.
\par \tab Koz's face fell as he turned around to go back downstairs.
\par \tab "No, Koz! Wait!" cried out Erin. "Please! I'm sorry!"
\par \tab "Don't speak to me!" he yelled. "What the fuck is wrong with 
\par you? Am I just another piece of meat for you and your new boobs? I'm 
\par leaving. I knew this was a bad idea from the start."
\par \tab "No! Please, Koz, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"
\par \tab "What? Erin, this isn't you. You need help. I may be angry as 
\par hell at you right now but I still care about you. Come on, I'll take 
\par you home." Koz grabbed Erin by the hand and led her out to his car.
\par \tab 
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\par 
\par \tab The two drove in silence until Koz suddenly remembered 
\par something.
\par \tab "Oh, shit!"
\par \tab "What?" asked Erin sheepishly.
\par \tab "I left something at the dance. We'll have to swing by school so
\par I can pick it up."
\par \tab "What did you leave?"
\par \tab "You know, those little gold plastic wine glasses they gave out
\par as trinkets? This is my first dance and I'd like to keep it as a 
\par memento of your asking me."
\par \tab "Oh. That's sweet."
\par \tab "Yeah, well..."
\par \tab Koz's Impala pulled into the school parking lot. As he got out 
\par of the car, Erin hurried after him.
\par \tab Koz and Erin worked their way back to their table. Steph and 
\par Steve were chatting; they did not notice Erin and Koz.
\par \tab "Steph?"
\par \tab "Oh, Erin," Steph looked embarrassed. "Listen, I'm sorry to have
\par gone off on you like I did earlier. I still can't believe how you look
\par in that dress, though. I guess...I don't know. I don't think I 
\par expected you to take it the way you did. Can you forgive me?"
\par \tab A surge of warmth and relief welled up inside of Erin. "Yes," 
\par she said, smiling. "Oh, yes. I'm sorry. I know I haven't been myself 
\par all day-"
\par \tab "Heh, you can say that again, girl! Look at you! Your hormones 
\par must have been on speed. You know, maybe you should go see a doctor or
\par something. I don't think you're supposed to fill out like that 
\par overnight."
\par \tab "Yeah, you know, maybe I will. I \plain\f4\fs20\i am\plain\f4\fs20  feeling pretty worn out."
\par \tab "I don't think I want to know why," commented Steph.
\par \tab \plain\f4\fs20\i Well, we seem to be resolving this, now for Koz,\plain\f4\fs20  Erin thought.
\par She turned to face Koz with a look of repentance in her eyes.
\par \tab "Koz?"
\par \tab "Yes, Erin?"
\par \tab "I...I'm really sorry," Erin cried, unable to hold back the 
\par tears. Koz took her in his arms and held her.
\par \tab "I know. I forgive you. You know, I really care about you. 
\par You're right; you haven't been yourself. As for what happened back 
\par with Ryan and Misty, I'm disappointed, but since we were never really
\par going out, I guess it doesn't count as cheating. I don't know. I'm 
\par just not as angry with you as I thought I'd be."
\par \tab "Koz?"
\par \tab "Hmm?"
\par \tab "I think I'd like to go home now."
\par \tab "Sure, but...um, can I have one dance before we go?"
\par \tab Erin smiled, "Absolutely!"
\par \tab As the two of them swept across the dance floor, Erin felt a 
\par wonderful jittery feeling of relief and excitement at Koz's 
\par forgiveness. The feeling swept over and through her entire being, and
\par lifted her spirit into the air on a cushion of affection and 
\par tranquillity. \plain\f4\fs20\i Koz must feel the same way,\plain\f4\fs20  she thought, \plain\f4\fs20\i he seems to
\par be holding me a bit tighter.\plain\f4\fs20 
\par \tab Steph and Steven glided over toward Erin. "Erin!" Steph urgently
\par whispered. "Pull your skirt down!" Erin took one hand from the back of
\par Koz's neck and tried to pull down the back of her dress. It wouldn't
\par cover her ass anymore. Koz's hold continued to tighten.
\par \tab \plain\f4\fs20\i Oh, shit!\plain\f4\fs20  thought Erin.
\par \tab "What's happening?" asked Koz. "Why are you pulling away from 
\par me?"
\par \tab "I'm not pu-" Erin stopped in mid-sentence as she looked down at
\par her chest. Each breast was now rapidly inflating like a balloon. As 
\par she and Koz watched, she passed forty-eight inches.
\par \tab Someone else noticed.
\par \tab "Hey, look! That chick's tits are growing again!" came the 
\par shout.
\par \tab Erin looked down at herself in horror as her bosom expanded 
\par faster than it ever had before. Fifty...fifty-two...fifty-four inches...
\par \tab "Koz! Help me!"
\par \tab Backing away, Koz offered, "I...I'll get your mother!"
\par \tab "Don't leave me! Please!"
\par \tab Koz was already gone. Everyone's eyes were on now on Erin and 
\par her ever-expanding chest. Sixty-four...sixty-six...sixty-eight...
\par \tab Everyone in the dance hall had assembled around Erin in a 
\par circle, watching in morbid curiosity as her mammaries approached 
\par bean-bag size with no sign of stopping. Eighty-two...eighty-four...
\par eighty-six...
\par \tab From out of the cemetery-like silence of the school came a new 
\par sound of stitching slowly giving way. Erin's dress began to rip, 
\par unable to withstand the strain put on it by her mammoth bosom. Naked,
\par frightened, and inflating on the dance floor, Erin finally fell over
\par forward, unable to stand up from the weight of her chest. One-hundred 
\par and two...one-hundred and four...one-hundred and six...
\par \tab Erin continued to grow, lying limp on top of two Brobdignagian 
\par mountains of breast flesh, admitting defeat. As she expanded, the 
\par circle of onlookers silently widened, allowing her more room.
\par \tab Within a few more minutes, the growth stopped. Luckily for Erin,
\par the dance was held in the school gym. Were it not for the gym's 
\par thirty-foot ceiling, she no doubt would have been crushed to death.
\par The dance-goers continued to stare at a mass of red hair, laying 
\par almost lifeless atop two twenty-foot mountains of titflesh.
\par \tab "Erin, sweetie?"
\par \tab Erin lifted her head at the voice. "Mom?"
\par \tab "Oh, honey! What did you \plain\f4\fs20\i do\plain\f4\fs20  to yourself?"
\par \tab "Mom, why didn't you tell me it would be like this?"
\par \tab "Oh, I'm sorry, but I did!"
\par \tab "Huh?"
\par \tab At this point Joan looked around at the crowd with disgust. 
\par "Can I \plain\f4\fs20\i please\plain\f4\fs20  have a moment alone with my daughter?"
\par \tab Nobody moved.
\par \tab "Go! Come on, can't you see this is a private matter?" she 
\par repeated.
\par \tab Koz joined with Erin's mother. "Come on, people. Let's go."
\par \tab Slowly the crowd dispersed, following Koz's lead out of the gym.
\par When the gym contained no one other than Joan McCafferty and the 
\par mountain that her daughter had become, Joan shot a critical glance up 
\par at Erin.
\par \tab "So?"
\par \tab "So, what?"
\par \tab "Let me guess, when you woke up this morning you were 
\par voluptuous, but nothing like this, right?"
\par \tab "Right," said Erin, inflecting her voice out of uncertainty as 
\par to where her mother was leading her.
\par \tab "I told you that you would fill out. Right?"
\par \tab "Yes, but \plain\f4\fs20\i overnight\plain\f4\fs20 , mother?"
\par \tab "Well," Joan looked slightly guilty, "I guess I should have 
\par warned you that it would happen quickly. But please believe me that 
\par even I had no idea it would happen this fast."
\par \tab "You must have really thought you were quite a piece of ass, 
\par didn't you? Your aunt Sarah felt the same way. Remember that picture 
\par of her, still huge after her reduction surgery? It's because she gave 
\par her prom date a blow job, and then fucked him!"
\par \tab Erin was surprised to hear her mother using such language.
\par \tab "Sarah used to be a G cup - luck of the draw, I guess - but when
\par she screwed her date, she filled out so big that she could hardly 
\par walk. We were scandalized. For the curse's effects to wear down, she 
\par had to marry the man she fornicated with."
\par \tab "Uncle Pat?"
\par \tab "Uncle Pat," nodded her mother. "And it's a good thing, too, 
\par since he got her pregnant anyway."
\par \tab "What's this curse?"
\par \tab "Oh, several hundred years ago, back when our family was still 
\par in Ireland, a young lady that was our ancestor wished for a fuller 
\par figure. She found a leprechaun who was willing to give it to her with
\par one condition: she had to remain chaste until she married, and then 
\par stay faithful to her husband.
\par \tab "Well, this young tart couldn't resist her new figure, and 
\par neither could any other man in town. She abused her gift and bedded 
\par over two hundred men. Well, the leprechaun came back and punished her.
\par She came down with some kind of venereal disease that ultimately 
\par killed her, and he promised that all of her female descendants would 
\par receive the same gift that she did. If they abused the gift as she 
\par had, then they would become more full than they could ever have 
\par imagined. They wanted larger breasts to attract men, but if they 
\par committed adultery, then their breasts would grow so much that no man
\par would ever find them attractive.
\par \tab "As for you, young lady, I would say that you have committed 
\par adultery several times today. What exactly have you done?"
\par \tab Too tired from stress to argue, Erin related the marathon 
\par masturbation session, the oral sex that she and Koz performed on each
\par other, her rape of Koz, and the oral menage a troix with Ryan and 
\par Misty. Erin's mother looked ready to vomit.
\par \tab "Dammit, Erin, I thought I raised you better than that! But you
\par had to give in to your hormones, didn't you?"
\par \tab The two remained silent for a minute or so.
\par \tab "Mommy?"
\par \tab "What?"
\par \tab "Can I get...smaller?"
\par \tab "Somewhat. But since you've had some kind of sex with three 
\par different people - your embarrassingly excessive masturbation doesn't 
\par count, fortunately for you, otherwise..."
\par \tab "How? Please, Mommy, I want to be normal again."
\par \tab "I don't know if you'll ever be normal again, Erin. With whom 
\par did you have the most sex?"
\par \tab "Koz."
\par \tab "Rob? If you marry him, then most of the growth will subside. 
\par Since you felt the need to have sex with both that Ryan and his 
\par girlfriend-" she spat the word out, disgusted that her daughter would
\par even consider a sexual relationship with someone of the same sex, 
\par "you'll still be considerably bigger than when you woke up. If you're 
\par lucky, you might even be able to walk."
\par \tab "Does Koz have a choice in this?"
\par \tab "Not if he knows what's good for him. The other part of the 
\par curse stipulated that the genitals of any man she sinned with would
\par rot and fall off in pretty short order."
\par \tab \plain\f4\fs20\i What a terrible thing,\plain\f4\fs20  thought Erin. \plain\f4\fs20\i And Ryan! Boy, oh, boy
\par he's really in for a nasty surprise. But what about Misty?\plain\f4\fs20 
\par \tab As if reading her daughter's thoughts, Joan added, "I don't know
\par what'll happen to that Misty. I'm not sure what the deal is with 
\par lesbianism."
\par \tab "I'm sorry, mother. Really, I am."
\par \tab Joan slowly walked over to one of her daughter's titanic breasts
\par and gently put her hand on it, patting it. "I know, sweetie. I know."
\par 
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\par 
\par \tab Erin and Ryan were quietly married in the school gym later that
\par night. Both families agreed that they could not face the humiliation 
\par they would no doubt endure, and made plans to move at the end of the 
\par school year. Both sets of parents also agreed that a honeymoon for the
\par newlyweds was temporarily out of the question.
\par 
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\par 
\par \tab Erin returned to school next Wednesday and tried to resume a 
\par somewhat normal academic career. People still stared at her wherever 
\par she went. Many of the students remembered what had happened to her at 
\par the dance, and were not quite sure how to interact with her in the
\par aftermath of such an incredible incident. Still others who weren't at
\par the dance and didn't know Erin stared because of the size of her 
\par chest. \plain\f4\fs20\i At least I can walk,\plain\f4\fs20  she thought, \plain\f4\fs20\i but these seventy-two inch
\par whoppers are going to be hell to carry until the reduction surgery 
\par this summer.\plain\f4\fs20 
\par \tab Erin entered the cafeteria and found her new husband waiting for
\par her at their usual table.
\par \tab "Hi, honey," said Koz, kissing his new wife on the cheek. "Have 
\par you told them yet?"
\par \tab "No, I was just about to head over there now."
\par \tab "Mind if I join you?"
\par \tab "I would love your company on this little journey, Koz," she 
\par said with a gleam in her eye. She offered him her arm. He took it and
\par they walked over to where Ryan, Misty, and their usual crew were 
\par eating. Everyone hushed, however, when Erin and Koz approached.
\par \tab "Misty? Ryan? I've -"
\par \tab "Listen, freak," shot Misty, "I have nothing to say to you. I 
\par don't know who you think you are, or what you thought about us. You 
\par were just a little pussy to nibble on, okay? Now get back to your 
\par loser lifestyle."
\par \tab Ryan stood up and excused himself for the bathroom. He avoided 
\par all eye contact with Erin.
\par \tab "That's a nice sweater, Misty. It really shows off your boobs. 
\par They're not as big as mine are now, of course. But I guess no one's 
\par perfect." Erin smiled and turned to go. She didn't even bother to turn
\par around when Misty tried to keep her attack going.
\par \tab "Listen, bitch, I - huh? My babies! What's happening to my 
\par boobies?"
\par \tab As Erin continued to walk away, Koz turned around and dropped 
\par his jaw in amusement as Misty clutched her rapidly deflating chest.
\par \tab "What have you done to me?" she cried. As Misty slumped back 
\par into her seat, her fellow cheerleaders quietly got up and left for 
\par other tables.
\par \tab From the boy's room suddenly came a blood-curdling scream.
\par \tab "Ryan," concluded Koz. "What's happening to him?"
\par \tab "The same thing that would have happened to you had you not 
\par married me."
\par \tab "Ouch! Oh, man. I don't think I'd wish that on anyone."
\par \tab "Come on, husband, let's finish our lunch."
\par \tab "Sure. I just have one question, though."
\par \tab "What's that?"
\par \tab "What are we going to tell our daughters when we have them?"
\par \tab "The truth. Although with the luck of the McCafferty's, they 
\par won't listen."
\par \tab "I see."
\par \tab Koz and Erin finished their lunches, then walked off to class, 
\par hand-in-hand.
\par 
\par \tab THE END.
\par 
\par }