The Gammas

By Quadhouse

Three women were sitting in the room studying. Their heads bent over their books, each of them would rather have been elsewhere. But their grades had slipped and they couldn't go with the rest of their sorority on the trip to Colorado. To prevent future trips from being missed, the three decided to bring up their grades. The scream jerked the three heads up. The women looked at each other, then turned to face the kitchen. It was from there that the scream had originated. "Terry," the blonde called. "Are you all right in there?" A figure appeared in the doorway. As one the three women stared then started laughing.

"Damn girl," the redhead said. "I know you have big boobs, but aren't those just a little bit on the large side."

"I think so, Tina," the blonde said. "Just because Terry's E-cups dwarf our B's and C's doesn't mean she has to make them bigger."

"Tina, Lisa," the third girl, also a blonde, said. "I don't think Terry did this." She was the only one who actually looked at Terry's face. Considering the new size of the girl's breasts that was understandable.

Standing at 5'6" Terry had a slim figure that only made her E-cup breast look all the larger. It didn't help that she always wore clothes that were tight across her chest. Combined with her chestnut hair and innocent face, it was no wonder that all the boys chased her. Not that any caught her. She made it clear that she was in college to get an education. She didn't chase boys and she always made sure that any of her friends' dates knew she was unavailable. She was just proud of her body.

But now, standing in the door to the kitchen with breasts bigger than her head, she was furious. "Which one of you did it," she growled.

"Did what," Lisa asked with a puzzled look.

"Which of you put the curse on the milk!?"

The three women traded looks. "You mean," Mary said, "you just took a drink of milk and your breasts grew."

Terry nodded.

"I hate to say this," Lisa said, "but it looks as if you've been booby trapped." The women burst out laughing.

"It isn't funny," Terry shouted. Her breasts shook, causing her T-shirt to ride up. This only caused the women to laugh harder. "You wouldn't be laughing if this had happened to you."

"True," Tina said. "But I can't think of a better person it could happen to."

"What if this isn't the only curse," Terry asked.

The women stopped laughing. "What do you mean," asked Lisa.

"Exactly what I said," Terry repeated. "If the person who did this," she waved at her chest, "is still here, they may have placed other curses around here. How would you like it if you went to put on your bra and found that you had nothing to fill it with?"

The other three clutched their breasts.

"Or, what if you put on a pair of panties only to find that your butt has grown? Would you like that instead?"

They were scared now. Playing pranks on others was one thing. Having pranks played on them was another. Especially when it affected their appearance. "We didn't do it," Mary said. "We were sitting here, studying." The other two quickly nodded.

"Are you sure?" Terry asked. "With the rule of three, I wouldn't want this particular curse to be broken. Especially if I was the one who cast it."

"Yes," said Lisa. "We're the only ones here."

"No, there's one other."

Everybody stared at Mary. "Who else could be here," asked Tina. She didn't like the was Terry was looking at her. She was beginning to regret all the times she had teased Terry.

"There's Mouse."

"Her!" exclaimed Terry. She wasn't the only one who was shocked. Mouse, or Jerrie, was a quiet unassuming girl. Standing at 5' even, she was the shortest girl living in the sorority chapter house. With her plain looks and mid-brown hair, nobody ever noticed her, which is how she got her name.

"I can't believe she would do something like this," Lisa said. "This is Mouse we're talking about!"

"Well, it's always the quiet ones that get you."

"Yeah," a stunned Mary said. "But I can't believe that Mouse would do something like this."

"I don't care," Terry said. "I'm going to make her break this curse. Then we'll see if she likes this." With that she walked to the stairs on the other side of the room. The others looked at each other then scrambled after her.

They found that Terry could move quickly, even with her increased weight. Or, maybe it was because of the increase that she moved faster. They caught her as she pounded on Mouse's door. "I know you're in there," she said. "You might as well come out and make it easier on yourself."

"Terry, is that you?" came a quiet voice. "What do you want? You never wanted to talk to me before."

"You know good and well why I want to talk to you," shouted Terry. "Now break this curse before I report you to the den mother."

"It's not a curse," Mouse said. "It's a spell."

"A spell?" asked Lisa.

"Who's that. Are the others with you?"

"Yes, they're here."

"Good. I'm coming out."

The four looked at each other. Mouse's voice was different. It wasn't the same quiet voice they all knew. It had something else. What that something else was, they couldn't say, but it was familiar. That they all could agree on.

The door to Mouse's room opened and she stepped out. Four mouths dropped open. Standing there before them was Mouse. Only, not the Mouse they knew. She had the same short, slim body they were used to seeing. Only her chest had changed. It was now larger than Terry's, the lower curves hanging to about mid thigh.

Mary was the first to recover. "Mouse, what happened to your boobs?!"

"A spell for one of my classes," she answered. "I was to come up with a new spell. I think I overdid the size a bit."

"I'll say you did," Terry said. She was staring at her breasts in shock. The thought that those could have been hers kept running through her head. Then something Mouse had said caught her attention. "What do you mean a new spell? Only wild talents and sorcerers are allowed to create new spells."

"That's right," Mouse said. They stared at her in fear. Each was remembering all the times they had teased or slighted her in the past.

"You had all that power and you didn't tell anyone?" whispered Tina.

She shrugged and four pair of eyes watched her breasts jiggle and nod. "Why should I," she answered. "If people don't like me for me, why would I want them to like me for my power?"

"That doesn't explain why I have these boobs," Terry said.

"They're a defense against the Betas."

"What?!" four throats screamed.

"I had overheard two of them talking about the plan their sorority had produced. They were to sneak a spelled object into our house and trigger it when we were asleep."

"What were they going to do to us after their spell affected us," asked Terry.

"Sell us at an auction," Mouse answered.

"Impossible," Tina said. "We would have fought back. They had to have known that."

"Who said anything about us being able to fight," asked Mouse. "The object is to shrink us down to doll size. Our magic wouldn't have been much use to us then."

The four stared at her. "When is this supposed to happen?"

"Tonight."

The four women looked at each other. Then, as one, they turned and ran toward the stairs.

"Hey," Jerrie called after them. "Wait for me. These things are heavy!"

Once at the bottom of the stairs, they spread out. Looking for whatever looked suspicious. None of them noticed when they started adjusting the fit of their clothes.

Puffing, Jerrie made it to the bottom. There she watched them for a moment. "Lisa," she called.

Lisa was just walking by Jerrie when she was called. She turned to face her and found herself looking up into Jerrie's face. She blinked. That didn't make sense. She was 5'9." Nine inches taller. She should have been looking down at Jerrie, not up. Her eyes widened even as Jerrie spoke what she just realized.

"It's too late. The spell is taking place."

"What do you mean it's too late," Tina shouted clutching at her growing clothes. "It can't be too late."

"I'm afraid it is," Mary said. She wasn't trying to keep her clothes up. "I don't think you can stop this spell once it starts."

"You're right," Jerrie said. "Some spells just can't be changed until they run their course."

"Yeah," Terry said. "I remember studying that. But, what I really want to know is, why isn't Jerrie shrinking?!"

The others stared in surprise. They couldn't believe they had overlooked that. "Yeah," Mary said. "Why aren't you shrinking?"

"Because of these," Jerrie said as she patted her breasts.

"You aren't shrinking because you have giant boobs?" asked Terry.

"No," Jerrie answered. "I'm not shrinking because of the spell I put on our boobs."

"Then, why is Terry shrinking," asked Mary.

"Because her boobs aren't as big as mine."

They stared at Jerrie in shock. Then Lisa snorted. And that set the rest of them off. All, except for Jerrie and Lisa. Jerrie because she feared what would happen if she started her breasts shaking. Lisa, because she saw nothing funny.

"It was almost worth shrinking to hear somebody say that," Tina remarked. "But what do your boobs have to do with this?"

Before Jerrie could answer, Terry started jumping around. Trying to get her hands into her shirt. "What are you doing," asked Mary.

"My panties," gasped Terry. "They're too big."

"We know that," Lisa said. "What we want to know is why you're jumping like that."

"You don't understand," she said. Terry had now stopped jumping and pulled her arms into the sleeves of her shirt. "I wear thong panties. They're not shrinking."

"So."

Terry gave a sigh before she answered. "So, they're not shrinking, but my butt is and it wasn't letting my panties go. It was starting to get a little crowded in there."

"That was a little more information than I wanted," Tina said. She took a step, only to stop as her shorts and panties fell. She sighed. "I should have known that would happen."

"Yeah," Jerrie said. "You're now too small to keep your clothes on. So you might as well take them off."

"No," shouted Lisa. "I'm not taking anything off.." They had now dropped below four feet.

Jerrie walked over to Lisa. She stopped before her breasts blocked all sight of her. "You will take your clothes off before you shrink out of them," she said. "Or do you prefer to be humiliated when they just fall off your body?"

Staring up at the huge figure of Jerrie, Lisa realized how small she was. And that she was still getting smaller. "No," she managed to get out.

"Then start taking off your clothes." Jerrie looked at the others. "I know this is hard on you, but you really should do what I tell you. Not because I'm now bigger than you, but because I have a plan that should get those Betas."

"What?" asked Mary.

"Yeah, tell us," Terry said. "I'm not putting up with these boobs and shrinking unless you tell us."

"You'll have to wait," Jerrie answered. "I'm going to sit down."

"You're tired of towering over us?" asked the naked three-and-a-half foot Tina.

"No. These things are heavy." With that, Jerrie sat down in the middle of the couch. Her huge breasts overflowed her lap. Extending past her knees and touching the cushions on either side of her lap.

All the shrinking girls except Lisa were now naked. The only thing she still had on was her increasingly large shirt. "Aren't you gonna take off the shirt?" Mary asked. "Sooner or later it's just goin' to fall off."

"Yeah," Terry said. "It's just us girls here. You don't have anything we don't."

Lisa glared at them and slowly raised her shirt. When she finally had it off, she wouldn't look at any of the others. Instead, she looked at the ground.

"That explains a few things," remarked Terry. Lisa flinched causing the padding in her bra to fall out of the cups. "I take back all the things I said about your boobs."

"Why didn't you say something?" asked Mary.

"You could have told me," Jerrie said sounding hurt. "I know what it feels like not to have anything to put in a bra."

Lisa was red down to her waist. "I didn't want anybody to know," she said. "My family has Elven blood. It's not a lot, but the traits do show up from time to time."

"Cool," Mary said. "I always wanted to meet some Elves. Can you introduce me to some?"

"No. They stopped coming around about two hundred years ago."

"I don't see what that has to do with your chest or our shrinking," put in Tina.

"It has a lot to do with her chest," Jerrie said. "I think the trait Lisa got was the extended life span. Am I right?"

Lisa nodded.

"I get it," Mary said.

"Well I don't," Terry said. "Can one of you explain it to me?"

Jerrie and Mary looked to Lisa. She nodded toward Jerrie. "You tell them. I just want this to be over."

"You see," Jerrie started. "Elves have a very long life span, some living as long a five thousand years. This means that their children take longer to reach maturity. Usually, this isn't a problem. But, with human elf crossbreeds, you never know what traits will show, or how. Lisa got the extended life span. This means it will take longer for her to reach full maturity."

Terry's eyes grew round. "You mean. . ."

"Exactly," Jerrie said. "Lisa is mentally twenty something, but physically around thirteen. A tall thirteen, but still a girl."

Terry looked at Lisa with new respect. "I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't know. At least you'll be able to tell my grandchildren embarrassing stories about me without worrying about me chasing you down."

Lisa gave a weak smile.

"That still doesn't explain why you aren't shrinking," Tina shouted at Jerrie. "I want an explanation. And I want it now." By this time all of the women had passed three feet. All, that is, but Terry.

"Terry," Mary said. "When did you become taller than me?" At 5'10" Mary was four inches taller than Terry. The difference in their height shrunk as they did, but it remained in proportion.

"Finally," Jerrie said. "I was beginning to wonder when you would stop." The others, who had been staring at the small, but increasingly larger, Terry, snapped their gazes up to Jerrie.

"You were expecting this," an unbelieving Mary asked.

"Yes," Jerrie said. "Um, could you guys back up a bit. I'm starting to lose sight of you." They didn't move.

"Look," she said. "With boobs as big as mine I can't see anything below them. That includes not only my feet, but anything within three or four feet. So, you three can either back up, climb up here while you still can, or wait until you stop shrinking and let Terry put you up here."

They backed up.

"Um, Jerrie," asked Terry. "Why am I not shrinking anymore?"

"Because our tits contain a potion that counteracts all negative spells and potions."

"A potion," Terry said looking down at her chest.

"That's why you didn't shrink," Tina said. "But I only know of one potion that can do that."

"That's right," Mary said. "It's Grayvent's Remedy. But that's only potent for an hour. And it takes five days just to mix up one dose. You didn't have enough time to make enough for all of us and you couldn't have kept it if you did."

Jerrie nodded at the shrinking women. "That's right. But I did say I was making a new spell for class. This is it."

"That's incredible," Mary exclaimed. "Is your potion the same as Grayvent's?"

"I don't know. I don't think it is. Until I can get a sample examined, there's no telling. Especially since it does the same thing."

"What I want to know, is what good the potion's gonna do us if it's in your tits," a suspicious Lisa asked.

Jerrie blushed and began to fidget. "That's the tricky part."

Lisa crossed her arms and started tapping her foot. She and the other two were now below two-and-a-half feet. "I'm waiting," she said when Jerrie didn't continue.

Jerrie coughed. "Um, you have to get the potion out. It comes out with our milk." Terry's mouth fell open. "So that means you have to suck it out."

A deafening silence filled the room.