Sphere
by Sebbo
(M/F, BE)
Rachael watched the convoy of large trucks drive past her steamed up flat window. The rain was making her windows condense really badly. She wiped a small patch of the glass clean, so that she could see the posters on the lorries. It was a circus. She watched the lorries turn into an abandoned lot several blocks from her flat. She had never been to a circus in her life, and to be honest, although it was for young [CENSORED], she wanted to go have a look.
At the corner of the abandoned lot there was a small booth. It had a small; placard by the side of it advertising the various prices for the tickets. The first show was tonight. Rachael took out her wallet and put on her coat, and she made her way to the booth.
She was beginning to feel wet as the rain seeped through her coat while she was waiting Several small [CENSORED] were in the queue before her and were playing games with each other as they waited. The little [CENSORED] gave the man in the booth their money and they walked home. Clutching their little golden tickets. She walked up to the booth.
“Hi”
“Hi, how many seats do you want?”
“Errm, 1 please. Can I have it ringside?”
“We do not allocate specific seats, £6 please.” Rachael passed her money to the man in exchange for a ticket. “See you tonight.”
“Yeah probably.” She wandered off back to her flat. She watched the various work men putting the huge scaffold for the big top. She hoped it would be done by tonight.
She was ready to go out. She put on a pair of stiletto heels and put her coat on. She was wearing a dark beige dress with a long skirt up to her ankles. It showed very little of her breasts and body, perfect. She didn’t want to pull any attention her way. She picked up her purse and set out.
The rain had stopped. She walked down the road towards the circus. The pavements were filled with small-excited [CENSORED]. Rachael felt out of place, she was the only grown woman on her way to the circus. She gave her ticket to the security guard waiting by the entrance and walked into the brightly coloured tent.
It was very chaotic inside. There were hundreds of families trying to get their [CENSORED] to calm down and sit down in their seats, an almost impossible task. Suddenly the main lights went out. Lots of the smaller [CENSORED] screamed. A bight flash filled the atmosphere as the ringmaster appeared from nowhere in the centre of the main ring. “Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls of all ages, Welcome to the Cirque Magnifico.” Loud music filled the tent as the “greatest show on earth” began.
She wasn’t too impressed with most of the acts. She could see the little strings supporting the trapeze artists, and as for the other stunts, she had seen them all before on TV, who hadn’t? Well it wasn’t all boring, she found the lion tamer very attractive, she quite enjoyed looking at his rippling pectorals. Suddenly a bright spotlight shone on her. The people around her stared at her and began to applaud. Rachael stood up, having no idea what was going on. The man in the centre ring urged her to come forward, down into the ring with him. She shrugged her shoulders in a casual “what the hell” sort of way as she began to walk down the rickety stairs into the ring. All around her, the people in the audience applauded her as she walked into the ring. The spotlight went out and another one led her way to the person in the centre ring. He was a magician. He had a glowing crystal ball about the size of a softball in his hand, and a microphone in the other. He placed the ball on a small table by his left leg and helped her over the small separating wall of the ring.
“Say hi to everybody.” He urged her. She cowardly said hi back. “So what is your name little girl,” he said sarcastically making several members of the audience laugh.
“Too young for you!” She replied making the magician blush slightly.
“Tonight I am going to reveal the magnificent power of my crystal ball. It can perform anything and everything. All you have to do is make a wish. I have asked this young lady to come and be my assistant for this act. But first she needs to dry off.” He stoked his Crystal ball and muttered a small wish into it. A slight whistling noise came from the ball and encompassed Rachael. The audience oohed and ahhhed as they watched all the water in Rachael’s clothes evaporate. She was bone dry from head to toe. “WOW! That was amazing!”
“Now for my act. I will place Rachael into this coffin.” He displayed the long brown coffin behind him. “ I will then proceed to drop this 5 ton weight onto the box. My assistant will then appear out of nowhere, behind this curtain. And just to prove this is not a hoax, I will move the curtain 10 metres away from the coffin.” “ large bulk men picked the velvet curtain and moved it to the far side of the ring. The magician then assisted Rachael into the coffin. He locked the lid.
The audience were on the edge of their seats as the magician waved his crystal ball over the coffin and uttered some Latin. He stood back and the Weight fell. Every eye in the audience looked in the direction of the velvet curtain. The insides were revealed, nothing. No Rachael. The audience looked around trying to find Rachael. There was a loud scream. She was on the high wire. The magician looked up uttered some words into his ball and she mysteriously appeared by his side. Rachael was very shaken up. She looked at the grinning magician, and was sick on his left boot. Most of the audience went “Ewwww” It was embarrassing though, both for the magician and for Rachael. He helped her out of the ring and into his caravan.
“Are you ok?” He asked her has he hung his cape over a small hanger. Rachael looked up at him.
“I feel terrible. What happened? Last thing I remember was being placed inside this coffin of yours, then I felt dizzy and suddenly I was on the high wire. Then I was standing by you. How did you do that?”
“This crystal ball of mine. Is really magical. I don’t do any of those fake tricks, my magic is real. It does anything I command, up to a point. Its power is almost limitless, but something’s it cannot do.” Rachael was interested now.
“What can’t it do?”
“It can’t kill a person. I can’t destroy a celestial object, wish it had, it could’ve helped save many a life back in the old days. It can extend life and can grant unlimited wishes, sort of. Here hold out your hands,” he reached over to the ball and placed it in her hands.” Rub it and tell it your wish, doesn’t matter how loud it is, the ball will hear you, u can think it if you wish.” She took hold of the ball. It felt warm and there was some strange texture behind it. Rachael though about her wishes as she rubbed the ball. She though about her ex boyfriend and a shotgun bullet in his brain, but the ball couldn’t kill people. She thought about a hot air balloon. She wanted to ride one for years. She imagined a hot air balloon on a field with her parents, like in the good old days when they were together. The balloon, changed shape and her face appeared on it. She broke the chain of thought and wished for something very simple, “ I wish it would stop raining.” The ball glowed momentarily, and the wish was made. The magician looked outside, “ Looks like your wish came true, I has stopped raining. See it is easy.” He smiled. Rachael had other thoughts in her mind for wishes. She thought of a doozy.
“ I wish for unlimited wishes from this crystal ball.” The magician looked at her. He jumped at her trying to grab the ball from her grip. The ball glowed fiercely and shone its light specifically over Rachael. She was now in control of the ball.
“What have you done? I gave you a wish, and you betray me?” He shook his head and looked saddened. He trusted her, and she broke that trust. She didn’t even say sorry.
“I’m sorry,” Rachael placed the ball on its cup on the magician’s table and stepped back. The ball rose off the table and into her pocket. “What is happening?”
“You wished for an unlimited number of wishes from the crystal ball. It has chosen you as its new keeper so that it may fulfil your wish. The ball is yours, and you have taken my livelihood. “ He opened the door to let her go. “Just go, I hope to never see you again.” He slammed the door behind her. He walked to a small safe in the corner and opened it. Inside was a small meteorite with a spherical hole gouged out of it. The magician picked up the meteorite and made a wish. Another small crystal ball appeared on the table, and another spherical hole appeared in the meteorite. He nodded his head and closed the safe door.
Rachael walked home slowly. The pavements were still wet from the rain, which had now stopped. It still hadn’t hit her. She had unlimited wishes. She put her hand in her pocket and felt the crystal sphere. It felt warm. She took it out of her pocket. She rubbed its smooth surface and uttered a wish. She wished that she would be at home in her flat. She rubbed the crystal ball some more. It glowed. There was a bright light all around her and she was gone.
Seconds later she re-appeared in her flat. She put the ball down on the table and felt all around her body to make sure it was all still there, luckily it was. The ball was difficult to carry around. It wasn’t small. It was the size of a shot putt. But only a quarter of the weight. She looked at the ball. Since she might need the ball everyday she would need to carry it around with her. She knew what to do.
Rachael picked up the ball again, rubbed it and made another wish.” I wish that this crystal ball be transformed into a crystal bracelet that cannot be removed,” the ball glowed and instantaneously it began to change shape. A hole appeared in its centre and widened. The sides of the once spherical object flattened. What was created was a bracelet, about 2 inches wide, and about size of her wrist. She picked the bracelet from the table and put it on her right arm. Once comfortable placed on her skin it began to shrink. The crystal bracelet touched her skin harder and harder. It didn’t want to stop. It was almost merging with her skin. It stopped short of suffocating the flesh in the skin and glowed again.
It was permanent. The crystal bracelet couldn’t be removed. She tried to pull it off, but she couldn’t even wiggle it. So all she needed to do now was to test the bracelet. What could she wish for? She looked around her flat. Nothing popped out at her. She looked at her cat licking itself on its basket in the corner. “Hmmm” she thought as she tried to think of something she could do to the cat. She got an idea. “I wish my cat was more lovable”, there was no glow in the bracelet. She thought about the wish. She had to be more specific. The bracelet had no idea what was lovable. She thought harder. “I wish the cat was more attentions seeking and its fur was softer.” This time the bracelet glowed. Her wish was granted.
The cat purred by her legs. She picked him up and stroked his now luscious soft fur. He appreciated the stroking and purred even louder. She sat him down on her lap and drifted off to sleep under the cat’s hypnotic purring.
She had a strange dream during her nap. She was flying around in the clouds. Her body felt weird and she couldn’t see it either. But she felt light and squishy. There was a strange feeling inside of her, she didn’t know what it was, but it felt good, very good in fact. It felt, uplifting, almost. She felt very tight everywhere around her body but since she couldn’t move her head to see it, she didn’t know what it was. A sudden wave of pleasure rushed around her as the pressure inside of her diminished. She awoke from her nap when her attention starved cat jumped onto her breasts. She sat up violently, throwing the cat half way across the room. It meowed in pain as it landed awkwardly in the far corner. “Bad cat! Go to your bed.” Shouted Rachael. The cat sulked off into its padded bed by the television.
She had an idea for a wish. But she didn’t know about it. She wanted to make one of her dreams come true. But it could get her into really deep trouble. But it was a great wish and would make her feel great. “Not yet. Save it to later” she thought. She got another idea. She walked into her bedroom and opened up the wardrobe. It was almost devoid of any nice clothes. That was what she wanted, more beautiful gowns and dresses from the best and finest designers in the world. She made the wish.. The bracelet glowed brighter and brighter as her wardrobe filled to bursting point of beautiful new clothes. Her face lit up.
Rachael reached out for one of the hangars and picked out a beautiful red suit. She struggled into it, her hips were a little too big for it but eventually it fit. It was one of those one piece, very tight show off everything jobs. It was made of a shiny red material and clinged to almost every part of her skin. Well almost. Her legs were ok, apart from a few small patches where the material didn’t touch. Rachael walked to the mirror and frowned. She didn’t fit the suit. She was a little too fat around the waist and her hips were too wide, plus there was another big problem. The suit was designed for a woman who was more, “well equipped” in the chest area.
Rachael thought long and hard about this, she could alter her body to fit the suit, but she couldn’t easily undo the wishes. She continued staring at herself in the mirror. It did look silly on her, but it was so nice, it also had the added bonus that it would drive the men absolutely wild. Should she? Shouldn’t she? It was on the toss of a coin. She picked up a ten pence piece from the bedside counter and flipped it. “Heads I wish for it, tails I don’t.” It was heads. “Best two out of three”, she flipped again. This time it was tails. She smiled, and flipped one last time. She couldn’t bear to look, it was heads. It was wish time.
She rubbed the bracelet and whispered out the wish, but she had to think about it carefully. As in every story she had seen you have to be specific about your wishes otherwise terrible things happen. Now she wanted to fit into her suit like a glove, so that it would look much better. She needed a wish that would make her body more defined and essentially larger so that it would be an exact fit for the suit. She thought long and hard about the phrasing of this wish. “Hmm, I think I got it.” She rubbed the bracelet and made her wish. “I wish that my body would grow to fit the clothes that I am wearing so that the fit is nice and tight.” She bracelet glowed. Nothing happened. Perhaps she didn’t make the wish correctly. She was about to re do the wish when a strange feeling came over her. Her skin twitched violently. She felt hot. Very hot. She continued to spasm as the heat and twitching of her skin and flesh increased. She fell over with a loud thump on the padded carpet. The heat was so intense. She reached out her arms to feel how warm they were. Her skin felt as hot as fire. She spasmed again and it all stopped. There was now another strange feeling inside of her. Like something wanted to rush out of her body.
She was experiencing total ecstasy. Something in her body wanted to escape and she was about to give. There was a tingling all over her body again. She yelled out loud as the, whatever it was, reached its peak. Then it was gone. Something in her body had given. Her body tingled yet again. The Pinpricking sensation increased. There was something else happening. She could feel the fabric of the suit on her body moving. She rushed to the mirror to see what was happening to her body. She gasped.
Her body was transforming right in front of her. Her legs were lengthening millimetre by millimetre. But that wasn’t what was attracting her attention. It was her breasts. Her once 34 BB breasts were growing right in front of her. They didn’t feel like they were growing, but they were. The fabric around them grew tighter and tighter. Her bra was starting to dig in a bit around her nipples. The Fabric around her tits grew tighter and tighter until, pop. Her breasts slotted into the pre manufactured curves of the suit. The growth had stopped and the suit did fit her like a glove, and so did her bra. Rachael moved her arms back slightly, the bra grew tighter, snap, and the buckle of the bra strap broke. She breathed a sigh of relief.
Rachael inspected her body in the mirror. She was a little more curvatious than she used to be. Her hips were wider, and yet her stomach was a bit flatter. Her short stubby legs and grown into long sexy stalks of flesh. She looked like a flipping supermodel. She looked at her tits. The flesh of her tits had ballooned out to almost twice their size. She had to be a D cup now. Rachael bounced on the spot a bit. The breasts bounced with her. They were real. She had to make sure that they felt right. She lifted up a slightly more muscular arm and stroked her new breast flesh. A rush of pleasure ran up into her brain. The continued stroking. They were so sensitive. Rachael massaged her nipples with both hands, enjoying the pleasure that this was giving her. She felt wet down below. Rachael turned round at the mirror again. There was a quickly growing wet patch around her pussy. It was starting to show up through the material. “Fuck!” Shouted Rachael. She would have to take it off now. She unzipped the suit and peeled the tight material from her body. The tingling sensation came back. Nothing happened this time. Rachael peeled the soggy material from around her legs. Her bra, in tatters, was still trying to hold onto her chest. The two cups were still attacked to her breasts. She peeled them off, slowly; enjoying the immense pleasure this was giving her. Rachael stood there in her bedroom, completely naked. Her voluptuous breasts goose-pimpling in the cold draught from her window. She walked over to the window and reached up to close it. Her breasts pressed against the glass, giving several people on the street something to whistle about. She closed the curtains and continued playing with her body.
Once she had finished, about an hour later, she felt absolutely exhausted. After coming to orgasm several times, the bed was sort of sticky. She needed something baggy to wear. But since her breasts had grown so much larger, there was no underwear that would fit her. She chose a large baggy t-shirt that said the words “chew on this,” printed in large letters over her breasts. The tingling sensation came again.
The extreme feeling of ecstasy came over her once again. She had an idea what was going on, but it wasn’t meant to happen. She lifted up her t-shirt and stood in front of the mirror again. Her nipples were completely erect. Rachael hugged her breasts tightly trying to stop the immanent growth. She felt the pressure grow inside her body as the wish started again. She didn’t want it to happen like this, she only wanted to grow into her red suit, not her baggy t-shirt, she would be huge if she grew into this. Her skin felt hot to the touch again. This time only her upper body would grow, since she only had clothes on that bit of her body. The pressure grew inside of her again. The incredible feeling of ecstasy took over her body as she spasmed again.
She didn’t want this to happen. Rachael tried to gain control of her body to rub the bracelet. But it was too late. The pressure was reaching its peak inside of her. She gave up. The tingling sensation in her chest grew like before. Rachael staggered to the mirror again and watched the transformation. As the tingling reached its peak she knew the growth was imminent. Then it happened. Like two large balloons her breasts began to grow. She watched as the fabric of the t-shirt , once baggy started to touch her breasts as they grew slowly under it. Something else was growing. The fabric of the t-shirt was moving in several directions. She felt her body for any extra bulges. She found some. The area around her belly and arms was also expanding. Her arms were becoming more muscular, whilst her belly area was becoming more, bulging, like she was pregnant. Her breasts became heavier and heavier as they continued to grow. By now they were the size of grapefruits, except a little bit bigger and rounder. She weighed them with her hands. One breast took up one and bit handfuls, which suggested she was about a G cup size maybe a little bigger. The growth showed no signs of stopping. The fabric of the t-shirt was becoming tighter and tighter as it tried to contain the expanding globes of Rachael’s massive tits. The growth stopped.
Rachael looked up at herself in the mirror. She crouched slightly as the weight of her massive breasts got to her. She collapsed on the bed. Her large tits flopped about as they moved into a new position on her horizontal body.
Rachael stayed put as she assessed the situation. She was stuck with such large breasts that she would be classed as either the biggest breasts on the planet, or an implant-a-holic. They were heavy and extremely bulbous, but they had a slight charm to them. She tried to sit up, using her arms to support her upper body. She inspected her body in the mirror. Overall she didn’t look that bad. Her arm’s muscles were twice the size they were before, and her belly wasn’t too big, it showed under the t-shirt like it was supposed to, but it wasn’t too massive like her breasts. And they were just magnificent. Her nipples, partially erect, were the size of AA batteries! The t-shirt showed signs of stretch marks around her armpits. It wouldn’t last long under this strain. She pried the t-shirt from her over enlarged mammaries and placed it on the bed. Instantly she felt the massive weight of the breast on her shoulders. She tried to support them by placing her arms under them. But by doing that she lost the essential back support, she fell onto her back, her tits slapping her in the face.
She needed to make a wish to make these things lighter. She thought about the wish, it didn’t need to be much. She continued thinking. Balloons! They were round and light as air, plus they bounced. She rubbed the bracelet. “I wish that my breasts would be as light and as bouncy as balloons, in fact they would be just like balloons.” The bracelet glowed again. And the weight was gone. She felt her breasts. They did feel different; they did feel like they were filled with air. She squeezed the flesh. It felt like flesh, but it didn’t feel like flesh. Rachael felt confused. She got up from the bed and walked to the mirror, completely naked. Her breasts were like they were not affected by gravity. She jumped up and down, her breasts moved up and down. She rubbed the mass of tit flesh. A rush of pleasure shot into her brain. They were definitely real and the wish had worked. She put the t-shirt back on and put her tight jeans on. She walked out of her room and downstairs. Her breasts bounced uncontrollably without any restraint as she walked down the stairs. It hurt a lot. By the time she reached the bottom of the stairs, her sides had begun to ache. It wasn’t that they were heavy, quite the opposite in fact. It was just their sheer size. They were a set of very large grapefruit, in fact almost the size of a football. Their volume must’ve been at least 3 or 4 times larger than they were before. And because of this, her body was completely unprepared for handling them. As for the rest of her body, her jeans were 5 inches too short now; the bottoms of her shins were clearly visible. None of her shoes fit now, as her feet had grown 3 sizes. She knew she would have to make another wish to undo this. But she wanted to enjoy being 6ft 6 inches for a little bit longer.
As she prepared dinnert, Rachael decided to download her e-mail. Struggling slightly to reach down to the computer power button she turned the big beige box on. The screen lit up. The computer went through its various diagnostics as it booted up. The little blue Windows screen popped and she logged on. She sat down in her chair, adjusting both the height and the reclining knobs so that her increased body frame could fit comfortably in the chair. She found it difficult to reach the keyboard and the mouse past her massive heaving bosom. Every time she tried to move her arms together on the keyboard, her massively sensitive breasts became over excited and sent a massive rush of pleasure into her brain. She had to give up, or be forced into another pair of underwear.
The watched the e-mail slowly appear on her screen. It was mostly crap. One from her mother, another from her boss and one, from someone she had never seen before. She turned off the computer for the time being and went into the kitchen to finish preparing her toast. Her massive breasts were causing her more problems. They were nice and all, but bloody awkward to manoeuvre with. The toast popped up out of the toaster. Rachael tried to open the cupboard, but her breasts got in the way, again. She tried to restrain them and finally got the door opened. She reached out to try and grab the jar of sauce from a high shelf in the cupboard. She couldn’t reach even if she was 6 ft 6. Her reach was out by a few centimetres, and which was being restricted by her breasts getting caught under the cabinets. She climbed on the drawer handle trying to get more altitude, literally forcing the sharp edges of the cabinet against her massive and sensitive breasts. She climbed up higher, slowly edging closer and closer to the jar. The pressure on the top of her breasts, especially her right breast was getting almost too much. Something gave way. Rachael experienced a sudden boost of altitude, grabbed the jar, and fell backwards onto her bum. Something had popped. Rachael looked down at her chest; one of her breasts was gone!
This was the time for a scream. She felt the skin where the ex-massive breast used to be, all that was left as a few rubbery shards of skin and flesh. Rachael squeezed her other breast, which was also deflating as well. She squeezed the flesh harder; a small rush of air hit her face as she found the puncture. She had popped her tits! Somehow they must’ve been popped when she was reaching for the sauce jar. She would have to fix this.
Things like this now didn’t seem to shock her, with the bracelet fulfilling any and all wishes she could ever dream of, anything that happened to her, could be undone, or made better. She rubbed the bracelet. She had to think of a way to have massive tits, which were very nice to have, but to make sure they wouldn’t pop like that. It would also be nice if she could somehow regulate the size of her tits by thought or action. She thought of the way to phrase the wish. Delivery was everything, the wrong wording could make the wish go horribly wrong, this sort of things happened in almost every movie you saw with a magic lamp or something in it.
Her brows furrowed. She needed the perfect phrasing. Suddenly she got one. “I wish that my breasts would be turned into unbreakable balloons, but would feel the same as normal breasts, be as sensitive as normal breasts, but wouldn’t weigh the same as normal breasts. And I need a way of regulating their size.” The bracelet glowed, and so did her breasts. The left tit deflated to nothing, and in its place was a small balloon neck hanging out of her nipple, which in turn was on a small little lump in her chest. The same was on her right tit. She really wanted to scream. Rachael ran upstairs, topless, as she tried to figure out what was going on.
She ran into her bedroom and stood in front of the mirror. Her chest looked normal, except she just did not have massive tits. Her nipples were there without balloon necks they just looked normal. This was strange. Rachael pulled on one of the balloon necks, it stretched without any effort, and she pulled the neck to her mouth and blew down it, hard. Instantly she felt something bulge in her chest. The air being blown was being used to fill up a balloon in her breast. She blew again and again. With each blow her breast grew larger and larger, it squeaked as it repositioned itself in her chest. The feeling of being blown up was incredible. Almost better than sex, which is saying something! Compared to before, her breast was not very large, still smaller than it was at the start but that didn’t matter. She let go of the balloon mouth, the air didn’t escape. That was even stranger. Rachael squeezed the breast in an attempt to make it smaller, nothing happened, She played with the balloon neck in an attempt to make the tit smaller. Nothing. Obviously, the breasts didn’t get smaller, they only got larger, this was the problem she had before. When her body grew into her clothes, they could only grow into larger clothes, so it was a one-way transformation. This idea was popping in and out of Rachael’s mind as she played with her tit. She looked at her body in the mirror; she looked ridiculous without the second tit being inflated. She pulled on the balloon neck of the other tit and blew several times into it until it resembled a similar shape to her other breast. She modelled her new balloon tits in the mirror, checking to see if they still looked normal, they did. She rubbed the skin of her ballooned tits. She massaged the skin carefully. The skin of her tits did squeak slightly and they did feel like latex, but she could feel her hands moving on the skin. She got pleasure from it. She looked at herself again in the mirror.
She did look normal. Her tits looked large round and bouncy in the mirror. Rachael inflated them a little bit more until they were about a DD cup, and put on her baggy t-shirt on again. This time the bracelet did not make her grow to fit her t-shirt, it remained baggy around her body, but still a little tight around the chest area. She didn’t give a fuck though. She liked looking like this, and although the t-shirt wasn’t pressed against her tits, it still showed a lot. She hugged her tits again to make sure they wouldn’t deflate. The air inside her breasts remained and none leaked. She breathed a sigh of relief and wandered back downstairs.
Rachael was hungry, real hungry. Not surprising really. She had been busy all day. She smiled at the thought of what she had been doing since she had come back from the circus. She had given herself a massive wardrobe, which she would check out in a bit, she had been given the power to make her breasts change size, and she had experienced what it was like to be tall, which she would probably not undo.
She continued to think about what had truly happened to her. The crystal ball, the magician, the circus, was it all planned? She had been given the single most powerful object on the planet by a fluke, yeah right. She had been given the power to have anything she desired, do anything she wanted. The options were endless. She thought about how many people could benefit from this. Everyone had a wish they would give anything up for to have made true, and she could do it. In fact that is what she would do tomorrow. She would go to the town square and basically grant people’s wishes. If it didn’t work out, it would’ve at least been something to do.
Rachael walked down the stairs and continued to prepare her late dinner. The large grandfather clock in the hall way boomed 11pm while her spaghetti was cooking. She added the sauce to the spaghetti and tasted it. It was definitely worth popping her tits for this beautiful sauce.
She poured the mixture onto a bowl and walked to her sofa. She turned the television on and tried to eat her dinner on her lap. She kept dropping bits of mushroom and cheese sauce onto the cloth over her tits. This wasn’t working. She picked up the bowl and put it on the coffee table, and knelt on the floor and ate her dinner. Her breasts were getting increasingly sensitive as they rubbed along the edges of the table as she tried to get closer to the coffee table. She managed it eventually though. On the Television there was a brief news report about an accident that happened on one of the motorways around the city. A huge lorry had come off one of the overpasses and crushed a small scout hut. There were several dozen fire fighters and police officers at the scene trying to contain the accident. Rachael shook her head. This was terrible news. She had to make it go away. She rubbed the bracelet and made a wish, “ I wish that the accident with the lorry crushing the scout hut never happened and that any people involved in the accident were restored to full health and their memories wiped of this horrible event. “ She thought the wish through making sure that there weren’t any major problems with it. She rubbed the bracelet again and it granted her wish. The news report on the television suddenly changed and in its place was a report about the starving [CENSORED] in Kenya.
Rachael felt sorry for them. Obviously evertime she made a wish to make thing better, it would be a more gargantuan task than she had thought. She licked her bowl clean and put it to dry.
Humanitarian aid. That was one thing that she could do with the bracelet. She could give things to those who could never have them on their own. She could wish for world piece, the end to world hunger and famine, or the eradication of politicians, Rachael giggled at the thought of the last idea. All right, she could also give the homeless people a home, get rid of poverty from the streets and basically make the world a better place. So why hadn’t it been done before? The magician who she had “borrowed” this from had never made any wishes to improve the world. But if he had, she wouldn’t have known about it, since she would’ve also been affected by the wish. All these thoughts were boggling her mind.
A twinge ran through her body, nature was calling. She rushed up to the bathroom, tits flapping in all directions. She slammed the door behind her and did her business. The continued to think about the changes she could make on the world. She needed a piece of paper to jot all the ideas down on. There was a used Biro behind the toilet roll. She picked up both of them and began to scribble down some ideas.
Ideas for Wishes End famine and war Give homeless people a home Make myself slightly better off financially Make the 3rd world countries less poor and actually contributing something to the world economy Give myself a loving boyfriend who likes me, a lot
She couldn’t think of any more at the moment, probably a good thing. She already had enough to keep her busy for a few days. She would need to make a few wishes for each bit on the list. Especially for the boyfriend one. Rachael smiled again.
Tomorrow she would do these wishes, well as many as possible, but for now, she needed sleep. Rachael walked to the top of the stairs and switched off the downstairs lights. She walked into her bedroom and changed into her pyjamas, which didn’t fit in most places. She rubbed the bracelet and asked for her pyjamas to change size to fit her body, they followed her orders as the cloth began to grow. Rachael peeled the t-shirt off her body and took off her jeans. It was then she realised that she had not been wearing a bra since her tits had grown last time. They didn’t feel floppy or saggy, they just floated there. This made her feel happy; she could now get rid off bras forever. She stripped off her underwear. And climbed into the giant pyjamas. She turned out the light and crawled in between the sheets.
Rachael had the usual perverse ideas before falling into a deep sleep in the soft cotton pillows.
The cat scratched on the door dying to come in. Its meowing causing an ear piercing noise which could wake the dead. Rachael muttered something in her sleep, the bracelet glowed, and the cat shut up. It continued to claw at her door, but there was no noise coming from its mouth. As it pushed and pushed the door eventually gave way and swung open. The cat immediately jumped onto Rachael’s bed and started to do that thing with its claws. As it circled around in circles around her feet, it eventually fell asleep.
Rachael’s sleep deepened as her dreams started. Vivid pictures inside her head bringing to life all her fantasies in one collage of pleasure. Her body heaved up and down as her dreams grew in intensity. Unknowingly she started to shout out loud as she interacted with the people in her dreams. Her heaving made the bed shake in all directions as she reached a virtual orgasm. A loud cry of pain emerged from the bottom of the bed as the cat has a face full of foot. It woke up, and jumped off the bed. Her shouting grew louder as her dream lover fucked her stupid in her head. Her body obliged by making the necessary sensations run through her body. As he moved his attention from her pussy to her tits, she began to short out as her licked her nipples. “Blow baby blow then up.” Shouted Rachael repeatedly as he continued to stimulate her. As she continued to shout this out aloud, the bracelet was beginning to react to it. It began to glow as her shouting became louder.
Her body was pulsating regularly and her breathing was shallower than before. The glowing grew stronger on the bracelet as it began to work its magic on Rachael. The two balloon necks on her nipples began to stretch away from her body as if someone who wasn’t there was pulling them. A small 2 was connector mysteriously appeared in mid air, and intersected with the floating balloon necks. The 2 way connector and the necks continued to be pulled away from Rachael’s breasts. Suddenly they u turned and moved towards Rachael’s face. Her shouting, although not as loud as it was, was continuing, with her still shouting, “Blow me up” every few seconds. The bracelet fulfilled her wishes.
The connector with the 2 nozzles on them was shoved into her mouth. A file of plastic grew outwards from the connector and fixed itself behind her teeth. On either sides there was a set of small holes leading into a one way valve, designed to allow her to breath air in, but the air being pushed out went straight into her breasts.
As her dream progressed, her breathing continued to increase as her body was pushed to the limit and back of pleasure. Although the apparatus muzzled her mouth, her shouting could still be heard.
The noise of hissing dominated the room as each breath brought her breasts closer and closer to tyre sized. Although it was slow, it was steady. A slight ripping could be heard as her pyjamas failed in their attempt to contain the inflating breasts.
The huge orbs pulsated as the air was forced inside them, the rubbery skin causing a massive squeak against the cloth of her pyjamas. Buttons began to fly off left right and centre as the pyjama top lost the war with the inflating mass of tit flesh. Her rubbery skin screamed as the volume of each tit increased. The dream in her head was reaching its climax, and so were her breasts. Each the size of truck tyres and prevent movement of her arms.
Rachael moaned loudly as she turned over onto her side, the attachment flew out of her mouth, but the giant globes remained. She tried to turn onto her belly. Rachael squirmed along the mattress in desperation to lie on her belly. I(n her head the dream lover packed his “kit” up and departed. THUMP. She bounced violently on her massive globes as she fell out of the bed. Her body being completely supported by the sheer size of her now flattened breasts. Her pussy was dripping through her sodden pyjamas. The cum slowly flowed onto her skin causing massive convulsions. She laughed out loud as it flowed down her breasts onto the carpet. Rachael opened her eyes.
Her immediate thought was that she had fallen on 2 massive balloons on her bedroom floor. This was ridiculous since she did not own any balloons this big let alone support her entire weight. They did feel comfortable though. They had changed shape so that her head could be rested on a slightly more inflated region. She felt around one of the balloons. As she felt them, she felt a strange feeling in her breasts. It felt like someone was strolling her. She giggled at the thought hoping her lover had returned. As her body convulsed, she began bouncing, the balloons didn’t like this, and She fell off them, banging her head sharply on the wall. The two balloons were now above her and seemed to be attached to her, and then it clicked.
She screamed!