It was Labor Day, and Elsie, Lizzie, Donna, and Jen were having one last swim in Moira’s pool. Moira’s parents had gone to another party on their own, so she took a chance and called all her friends over for a celebration. Tomorrow was going to be a big day.

School would begin tomorrow, and they weren’t just moving up a grade this time. They were entering high school: their freshman year. Everyone was nervous, but mostly excited. The high school was huge, the classes were tougher, but this was the year when they might all get boyfriends. To make matters more exciting, each one of the girls had grown up a little over the summer. Elsie had grown so much that she was confident enough to show off her new bikini.

“Wow Elsie! You’ve got boobs now!”

“Your bathing suit is so cute! Where’d you get it?”

“Mom bought it for me at Surf Club,” Elsie answered proudly. Her mosquito-bite boobs stuck out of her chest like pushpins on a bulletin board. “Mom thought I was smaller, but the saleslady suggested something a little bigger.”

The girls stared, each wondering when they would get bikinis of their own. They all wore training bras, which their mothers had bought for them more out of pity than necessity, but they held onto their dream that someday they would have the cleavage of their own. Maybe it would catch the eye of a cute boy: preferably with nice hair, and also not a vampire.

Elsie proudly jumped off the diving board, showing off her entire body before hitting the water and mischievously splashing everyone. Suddenly Moira appeared from inside the house. “Look what I found!”

The little brunette held aloft a six pack of beer. “I don’t think my daddy will miss this one. Drink up everybody!”

“Moira! We can’t drink,” Donna fretted. “What happens if someone finds out?”

“No one will find out, idiot.” She tossed a bottle to Lizzie, who was sitting on the edge of the pool. She looked at it like it had fallen out of the sky. “A cap? How do you open these things?”

“You girls are such nerds.” Moira handed everyone a beer and they all sat down at the table. She then acquainted them with the concept of the twist-off.

“I don’t really like beer,” Elsie said, sniffing her beer rather unpleasantly. “It’s kinda gross.”

Jen took a big swallow and smacked her lips. “I like it!”

“Come on, Elsie: have a little fun!”

“Eh, I don’t know. I think I’ll just save it for later.” She started walking back to the pool.

“No way!” Moira grabbed her and pushed her back to the table. “I know what you’re trying to do; you’re to wait until we’re all having fun, and then we’ll be too busy to remember the beer that you’re supposed to be drinking.” She plunked Elise down in her seat. “Well, not today!”

“Yeah Elsie,” Jen joined in. “Drink up! It’ll be fun.”

Elsie sighed and gave up. After all, it was a special occasion.

“Ugh, it’s bitter!”

“Too bad, you’ve got to drink it all,” Jen laughed. “You too, Donna.”

Donna was nervously looking around. She nearly jumped when Lizzie opened her beer for her. Hesitantly she grabbed the bottle and lifted it to her lips.

“Mom! What are you doing here?”

“I didn’t drink any!” Donna threw up her hands and whipped around. Everyone laughed as she realized no one was there.

“Very funny…” she growled. She sulked until Elsie convinced her to take a sip.

Eventually they all chugged down their beer and Moira hid their bottle where her parents wouldn’t find them. They all jumped back into the pool as the shadows started growing longer. It was the last day of summer vacation, and they were going to make the most of it.

“Thanks for the party,” Elsie smiled as she walked out the door. “See you tomorrow, Moira!”

“See ya, Elsie!” Moira closed the door: everyone was gone. She ran quickly to the basement where she had put the five beer bottles, all carefully labeled with the names of the girls who had drank out of them. She no idea it would be that easy! Quickly and quietly, she rolled up the basement carpet that hid her magic incantation circle.

Neatly she arranged the bottles, making sure that they were in perfect alignment in the four corners of the magic circle. Without knowing it Elsie, Lizzie, Donna, and Jen had left little traces of themselves on and in these special little vessels, and that was just enough for Moira to activate her special incantation.

Moira clutched her own bottle to her chest, thinking of Elsie in her new bikini. She began the incantation. High school was going to be fun, especially after tonight.

Moira went to school the next day, and as the year progressed she began to grow, just as she had hoped. By Christmas vacation, she was asking Santa for a brand new b-cup bra trimmed with lace, just to show off. Meanwhile, her friends hadn’t grown at all. Even Elsie, who had been showing off her new bikini on Labor Day, was wearing the same bikini at the school’s indoor pool come December. She and the other girls were quite envious when Moira walked out in her new bathing suit, showing her new cleavage, but they were happy for her too. They knew that their day would come, and that they’d be strutting their stuff once summer came.

By summer vacation, however, nothing had changed; the girls were just as flat as they were at the beginning of the year. Correction: nothing had changed, except for Moira’s chest, which had grown another inch. Already she was the biggest girl in her grade. On the last day of school the boys could all see that underneath Moira’s tight, red t-shirt that her boobs were stretching out that c-cup bra she was wearing.

The girls hung out during the summer, but they were less keen about swimming at Moira’s pool and seeing every new bathing suit that her mom bought her. At home they nervously measured their chests and padded out their bathing suits with foam cookies. Their moms assured them all that they were due for a growth spurt any time now. Summer was the season for late bloomers to burst forth, they said. On that note they all went on vacation, promising to see each other in September.

On the first days of school they all gathered by the front door: Elsie, Lizzy, Donna, and Jen. All of them were utterly miserable. They were taller, a little more mature, but still flat as flounder. They took consolation in the fact that everyone was in it together.

“Yoo hoo!”

Moira walked in: more like she bounced in, with her plump red lips and tight round bottom. Her breasts were huge: not d-cups, not double-D-cups, but F-cups! They couldn’t believe it. Donna cried. Moira was the biggest girl in school, and the others hadn’t grown a single inch. As the months passed it only grew worse. They stayed the same, and Moira grew larger, and larger, and larger…

Bzzzzzt: time to get up! Moira gently touched the snooze button and rolled over. Her huge boobs smushed against the mattress.

“Mmmmmmmmmm…” She reached under her soft, silky nightie. They were so big, so round, so soft…she took a handful and squeezed it in her gentle fingers.

“Morning, girls…

“Come on, wake up,” Mom hollered from down the hall. “You still have three days of school left, so quit playing with yourself and get in the shower!”

“Alright, Mom…” Moira shook her head and sat up, immediately she felt that familiar old sensation: her heavy breasts weighing her down, pulling forward. She smiled and gave them a playful shake. They had gotten a little bigger in the last few days. “Someone must have had one last growth spurt left in her,” Moira chirped.

She washed them all over: quite a pleasant task. While drying her hair she gave them a rub with the vanilla-scented lotion that the boys loved. She liked to imagine that they were only a few steps away from sticking their noses in her cleavage and breathing in the heavenly vapors. After a dozen dates, and a few interesting nights in the backseats of cars, Moira knew what the boys liked. Besides, the lotion kept her skin moist and soft. She loved to take care of her babies. After all, they mostly didn’t belong to her.

“Mom,” Moira smiled, realizing that her boobs had grown a little more. “I might have to order a new bra soon!”

“Another one? When on earth are you going to stop growing, girl?”

“I don’t know,” she smirked. “I guess I’ll have to stop eating my vegetables.”

Moira was already a double H-cup, bigger than any woman she had ever met. She got the biggest tips at work and got the most boys at school. Certainly she had some backaches, but this is to be expected when one steals the breasts of four other girls.

Moira chose one of her plus-sized bras, and a t-shirt of appropriate tightness, and headed off to school. She was walking to her homeroom when she saw Donna walking down the hall. Moira kept calm and tried not to show off her chest.

“Hey, how’s it going? You wanna come to my house—“

Donna walked past without a word. It wasn’t the first time. Of all of the friends, only Elsie would talk to her nowadays. The others were just jealous of her since they were all still flat-chested. Of course, this was all Moira’s fault, but the fact that she had huge breasts helped her feel better about it. Still, it would have been nice to be talked to, at least.

Suddenly she saw Elsie walking down the hall, carrying a strange bottle her arms. She was moving rather quickly too. Moira decided to catch up and ask what was going on. “Hey Elsie! What’cha got there?”

Elsie quickly whipped around and put the bottle behind her back, “Moira! How’s it going? Any plans for summer?”

“I’m fine. Oh!” Moira suddenly remembered. “I just got some new bathing suits for this summer! Do you want to come by and see them?” Elsie, even though she was probably just as jealous as the other three, was still polite enough to visit every once in a while.

“I don’t think so, Moira. I’ve got some stuff to do today.”

“Oh,” Moira replied, downcast. “Well, you want to come over for a swim sometime? We never got a chance to do it last year.”

“Maybe…I’ll have to see,” Elsie replied nervously.

“And could you tell Lizzie, Donna, and Jen that they can come too: maybe around the 30th? It’s been a long time.”

“I’ll tell them. See you later, Moira.”

Elsie walked off. There was something strange about her today. Moira began walking to her homeroom when she realized she had forgotten to ask Elsie about the bottle she was carrying.

Elsie ran to the cafeteria, where the other girls were waiting.

“The bell’s going to ring at any minute! What took you so long?”

“Shut up, Jen. Moira held me up. You all have the stuff?”

They all nodded. Lizzie clutched a bottle of perfume in her hands. Elsie put her bottle of lotion on the table. Donna pulled out of her backpack a glass bottle filled with a mysterious blue liquid. Finally, Jen held up a cloth bag, out of which she produced a shimmering, pink gem. For four years they had been searching the internet, trying to find something that would help them all grow. It took a lot of digging and a lot of saving, but no stone had gone unturned, and no price was too great, for all of these items had been guaranteed to do one thing: grow breasts.

“That gem: I’ve heard about it. How did you finally get it, Jen?”

“Mammacurse61 on the message board suggested it. He told me where to find the antique shop, so Lizzie and I found an excuse to drive across the border.”

“Aren’t you too young to do that?”

“Yes.”

Elsie gave Jen and Lizzie both high fives. She turned to Donna. “Where’d you find the potion?”

“Um…on an auction. Mammacurse61 told me that it was the real deal. Oh, I hope it really works!”

“Me too, Donna. We’ll try these out as soon as we get home. If any of them work, you let the rest of us know. Any questions?”

Lizzie raised her hand. “Is there any chance that these things will backfire on us? I mean all this magic and potion stuff seems kind of sketchy.”

“Mammacurse said that all of these things were good. We’ll just have to trust him.”

“Yeah, but who is this guy? For all we know he’s just some pervert with a keyboard.”

Jen interrupted, “It’s not like we have any other choice. Besides, we already bought the stuff. I worked my ass off for a year to pay for this gem, and now that I have it I’m not going to turn back now.” Elsie and Donna nodded. Lizzie sighed.

“Fine, but can I trade with one of you guys? This perfume smells terrible”

“Lizzie…”

“Yeah, I know…but I really don’t want to use this perfume.”

“Fine,” Elsie sighed, “I’ll take the perfume: happy now?”

“Yes, thank you.”

No sooner was their trade completed than the bell rang. Everyone packed away their potions and charms and walked silently to class. They were tense: not because they were afraid of the side-effects, but because there was a possibility that none of their potions would work at all. That was why they had bought so many. Of them had to succeed, right?

That’s what Elsie asked herself during class. It was the end of the year, so she didn’t have to pay close attention, but even now she could barely concentrate. She had to try out that perfume! Quietly, she excused herself and went to the bathroom.

“Ugh, phew! Lizzie was right; this perfume is garbage!” Elsie hesitated, but she knew that sooner or later she would have to put it on. She held her breath, sprayed a little bit on her boobs, and waited. At first she thought she felt a slight itch in her chest. She stood there in front of the mirror, watching her chest closely, look down at her tiny boobs, then up at the mirror, hoping that either angle would show her some kind of growth.

Nothing happened, and the itching feeling disappeared. ‘Maybe I need a little more,’ Elsie thought. She sprayed a few more squirts of foul-smelling perfume on her chest, and a little on her wrists and neck for good measure. She thought she felt the feeling come back, but still she didn’t grow. ‘Maybe it just needs a little time to work,’ she hoped, but deep in her heart she felt that she had reached a dead end.

She threw the perfume in the wastebasket and walked out, still smelling like bad perfume. Still, there was still hope. Lizzie, Donna, and Jen all still had the drink, the lotion, and the gem to try out. Maybe one of those would work. She braced herself and walked back to class. One of them had to work, and some day they would no longer would they stand in Moira’s shadow.

Meanwhile in her classroom, Moira was bothered by a rather unfortunate itch. Her boobs just felt irritated, and the fact that she couldn’t scratch herself was driving her crazy. She just sat in her desk, wriggling and twisting in agony. She snuck in a few scratches here and there, but it wasn’t enough. She raised her hand to go to the bathroom.

“Hold it, Moira,” Mr. Stowe barked. “This is the most important speech of your life, and I’m not finished yet.” Mr. Stowe continued.

“I recommend that once you get into college you immediately consider a career in mathematics. Our country is in dire straits, and our only situation is to grasp mathematics like a mighty sword, cutting down our enemies left and right! If we don’t, Math will be lurking in the dark alleys of civilization, creeping under your cars, waiting when you least expect it to puncture your gas tank and cut your brake lines. If you’re not ready for it, bam!” He knocked over a large stack of papers. “You’ll be tumbling down a 45 degree slope without the necessary drag with which to prevent your oncoming doom!”

Moira’s chest felt tight. Her bra was digging into her boobs, which felt heavier than ever.

“The world is in immense peril! We trust politicians and…historians…” Mr. Stowe spat, “…to lead us into this new age of digital wonder, looking for solutions in the dark ages! By looking to our ancestors we will only repeat our mistakes. Numbers never killed anybody, so look forward: always forward!”

Moira suddenly felt her breasts bump! Her boobs were growing, right there in front of their eyes, they swelled up, stretching out her bra even more. “Mr. Stowe!”

“Yes!” he foamed.

“May I please go to the bathroom? It’s an emergency!”

He scrutinized her, and then suspiciously nodded. “Yes…you may go to the bathroom, but you will never find your destiny there!”

“Uh…right, thank you, sir.”

Moira ran to the bathroom, trying to keep her boobs from bouncing. She burst through the door, and finding no one there she looked in the mirror and pulled of her shirt.

They were bigger. The cups were overflowing, and a soft, generous pillow of flesh was forming on top of them. Moira scratched her itching breasts, much to her relief, but she didn’t understand what was going on. How could her boobs grow so much? Sure, she had grown a lot, sucking the growth out of her friends, but she never grew this fast! And they were still growing, plumping up bit by bit. Her big, special-ordered bra started looking smaller and smaller every minute. Moira watched with keen interest as her boobs grew just a little bit more, and then stopped. The growth and the itching both subsided, and Moira breathed a relieved sigh.

Now she was even bigger than before! ‘They must have all been having a growth spurt at the same time; that was it was!’ She held her boobs in her hands and gave them a good shake, smiling as she saw them jiggle in perfect rhythm. Now she would definitely need a new bra, thanks to her friends. Maybe she would get something in black this time. She raised her arms above her head and gave herself a good look. She was a thing of beauty: an absolute treasure. Who knew how beautiful she would be when she was done?

Elsie hadn’t told anyone about the perfume yet, but that wouldn’t have made a difference to Lizzie. She was too excited to wait too, so when it was lunch time she slipped out of the cafeteria and headed to the bathroom with Elsie’s bottle of breast-enhancing lotion in her backpack.

She locked herself inside of a toilet stall and read the directions. “Using hands, apply lotion to the breast… blah blah blah…massage vigorously until lotion disappears blah, blah…apply as needed to achieve preferred breast size. Sounds simple enough.” So Lizzie pulled off her shirt, threw away her stuffed bra and lathered up her chest with the fragrant red goo. She was quite generous, covering the entirety of her flat chest (it didn’t take very long). She sat on the toilet and excitedly waited.

Just as with Elsie, nothing happened. Lizzie’s enthusiasm began to wane as the minutes passed by without the slightest signs of growth. She touched her chest just to make sure that nothing was going on, waiting a few more minutes, and touched her chest again.

“Shit.” She reluctantly picked up her bra. All of the tissues had fallen out of it when she took it off. With an empty, dejected sigh, she pulled out some toilet paper and began stuffing all over again.

Moira smiled as she felt her breasts itch again. She was having another little growth spurt, that is to say her friends were having growth spurts. ‘Just imagine how big they would have been without me. It’s kind of a pity, really.’ She felt a little extra bump in her chest as her boobs made her bra grow tighter and tighter. It was the perfect distraction from Mr. Rhodes’s rant.

“Ladies, and gentlemen,” he calmly began. “There are those of us…in this world…who believe that our salvation lies in mathematics.”

“Oh no,” the classroom groaned.

“And perhaps mathematics is underappreciated in this world, but let me tell you something,” he fumed. “Math with go too far. Do not let its cold, hard logic overrule your warm, human hearts! Irresponsible mathematics will only lead us to one future: robot overlords! Humans will become obsolete as they are replaced by cyborgs, and cyborgs will become full-on automatons, and all is lost! You are not machines, but men…wait, and women too: don’t forget women.”

One of the students whooped, and the others gave him a strange look. Mr. Rhodes continued, “Anyway, we must dig deep inside our history, learn from our mistakes, and trust in our own humanity. Do not trust in the dealers of numbers, who have no soul, having traded their feelings for fractions and figures!”

Moira wondered if she could take off her bra, since it was starting to hurt. ‘Nah, I’d never get away with it. Besides, this’ll probably stop soon. The girls can’t keep growing forever.’

“So remember, boys and girls: study history, and you will save us all from the upcoming robot apocalypse.”

The bell rang, and Mr. Rhodes allowed them to leave, much to everyone’s relief. Moira stood up and felt the increased weight of her breasts pull her forward. No, this would not be good for her back, but at least the growth had stopped for now. Her breasts bounced and jiggled inside the confines of her tight blue t-shirt; her bra was way too small to support her. Before she was showing just a little cleavage, but now that her breasts had grown even larger they kept smushing together, creating cleavage about a mile long

Moira giggled at the boys staring at her heaving chest. The girls ignored her as they passed by, but Moira knew they were doing it on purpose. What a perfect way to end high school: the girl with the biggest boobs in the school getting even bigger just before the last day.

Pop! The noise came from her bra. Moira stopped in her tracks. Her shirt groaned as another surge of growth hit her boobs. Her boobs grew a little more, and then a little more: Moira’s cleavage growing squishier and juicier. Not only did her boobs keep growing, but now they were growing faster! Her bra straps stretched thinner as they dug into her flesh. Her boobs were so large that they slipped out from under her bra and sank towards the floor.

Her shirt was riding up; the bra was hurting her, and Moira didn’t know what to do. People were starting to stare and this time she didn’t like it. Everyone stared at her breasts, which stretched her shirt so tightly that it became transparent. Her bra was perfectly visible to everyone, and her boobs kept growing, and growing and growing—

Snap! The bra clasp broke and Moira’s huge boobs tumbled out of her shirt. Each soft, bouncy bosom was bigger than her head. The boys were all silent: too stunned, too enchanted, and in some cases, too unconscious to reply. The girls laughed and pointed vindictively. Moira screamed as she gathered her boobs up in her arms. Stuffing them back in her shirt, she ran towards the nurse’s office, trying to keep her balance.

Word throughout the school was that something had happened to Moira, but Elsie didn’t quite believe what she heard. Everyone said Moira’s boobs were getting bigger, but that was crazy. Moira didn’t need larger boobs, and she couldn’t just grow them in a few hours: that was, unless…

Elsie put that out of her head. If Moira had found some sort of potion or spell that could make her boobs bigger, then all was lost. Still, it would explain a few things. She decided to ask Moira about it when she saw her in class at the end of the day, but first she would tell everyone about her experiment with the perfume.

“Well,” Lizzie sighed, “I guess that it was a long shot anyway. I might as well tell you guys now: I tried the lotion.” She let her still-flat chest speak for itself.

“Well, I tried the drink,” Donna admitted. “I drank the whole thing in one go, and nothing happened. I’m beginning to think that spent all that money for nothing.”

“Don’t say that! We have one shot left, and Jen’s gem could be our ticket to huge boobs!”

“But where’s Jen?”

“I don’t know,” Elsie replied, “But let’s hope she hasn’t tried wishing on that gem yet, because if she already has, then we’re all going to be very disappointed.”

Moira, meanwhile, was in the nurse’s office hiding her breasts underneath a blanket, with tears in her eyes. Her overstretched bra was draped miserably over a nearby chair. The nurse was baffled; Moira didn’t seem sick to her, and aside from her huge boobs she was absolutely normal. She had never seen a patient grow so fast.

“Have you been….taking any sort of …new medication, or something?”

“No…” Moira sobbed. “This is something else. It’s all my fault!”

“Oh Moira, stop that. These things happen all the time,” the Nurse lied. “We can’t control our bodies as much as we like to; it’s in your genes, or something.”

“But that’s the problem! I tried to control my body, and it all went too far!” Suddenly Moira’s breasts started itching again, and she felt them grow just a little more underneath her blanket. She sobbed pitifully into her blanket.

“It’s alright,” the Nurse soothed. “Your Mom’s on the way with a new set of clothes. She’ll decide if you can go home or not. Just get some rest, alright?”

“Okay,” Moira sniffed. The Nurse went back to her desk to fill out some paperwork, and Moira lay down on the couch. Her boobs were so big and heavy that they almost didn’t fit on the couch. She wrapped her arms around them and reined them in. She was beginning to regret casting that spell. Now she was too big to even walk right! How could her friends grow so much in one day, anyway?

Moira started to calm down when suddenly she felt her heart thump. It was such a strong thump that it jolted her entire body. The thumping reverberated throughout her entire body, rocketing through her limbs and shooting back to her heart, but it was especially strong in her chest.

“No! It’s happening again!”

“What’s wrong, Moira? Is it your chest?

“They’re getting bigger again! I can’t stop it. Please, no more!” Moira’s heart thumped again, and this time her boobs plumped up by a solid inch!

“Please! I don’t want to be bigger! I don’t want to be big anymore! No more! Nooooo!”

With every beat of her heart Moira’s boobs grew by another inch, and another, and another! Her shirt tore and her boobs slipped out again. One inch, two inches, three inches, four: her boobs grew so large that they touched her lap. Six inches, seven inches, eight inches: they grew so round and plump that the Nurse could see them under the blanket. Moira grabbed them to hold them back, but the flesh just swelled up and around her arms. Soon they were so big that she couldn’t even hold them anymore.

Twelve, thirteen, fourteen inches: they stopped growing. Two enormous breasts covered Moira’s lap. The nurse could see Moira’s nipples poking against the blanket. It wasn’t real, Moira shouted to herself. It couldn’t be!

“Yeah, you’re definitely going home.”

Elsie didn’t see Moira in class at the end of the day, but by then the entire school was in chaos. Not only was everyone talking about Moira’s boobs, but Mr. Stowe had challenged Mr. Rhodes to a duel, and everyone was clamoring to watch. Elsie had to ask ten people before she found out Moira had been sent home early. She told the girls she was going Moira’s house and asked Jen to try out her gem only when she got home. With that she was on her way.

Elsie she arrived at the house and knocked on the door. Moira’s mother answered.

“Moira can’t see anyone right now. We’re taking her to the hospital.”

“The hospital? What happened?”

“Nothing Elsie, now please go. There’s nothing you can do.”

“But Mrs. Dern, can’t I just talk to—“

“Elsie, I told you! Will you please—“

“Mom, is that Elsie?” Moira was upstairs. She sounded like she had been crying. “I wanna see her!”

“Moira, now is not the time!”

“I’m not going to the hospital until I see her Elsie. Let her in now!”

Mrs. Dern frowned, but let Elsie in. She walked her up to Moira’s room. “Listen,” Mrs. Dern warned. “You won’t tell anyone what you see here, understand?”

Elsie nodded solemnly. Mrs. Dern opened the door.

Moira was lying on her side, her face hidden by two humongous boobs! Elsie’s jaw hit the floor as she saw her helpless friend, unable even to sit up. Terrified, Moira begged Elsie to come closer.

“I’m…not sure I feel comfortable with that.”

“Elsie,” she sniffled. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

Moira told Elsie everything about that day in her pool. She had cast a spell on all of them. Every time Elsie, Lizzie, Donna, and Jen were supposed to grow, Moira grew instead. The boobs they had wanted all these years were inside her, and it was by leeching off them for the past four years that she had grown the biggest boobs in the school. “But now,” she moaned, “I’m so big…I can’t even walk!” As she cried her breasts began itching again, growing even bigger. “I’m sorry for taking them from you! I just wanted them so bad! My family has tiny boobs! I wanted big ones, but…I’m so sorry, Elsie!”

“How…” Elsie trembled, “…how could you?”

“I didn’t mean…I don’t know! I don’t even want them anymore,” she moaned. “I don’t even understand! How could all of you even grow this much in one day?”

“All this time,” Elsie fumed, “You stole…our boobs?! What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you know how much I wanted to get bigger? Do you know how long I’ve been stuck with these fucking mosquito bites?”

Moira only stared over her massive boobs and sobbed.

“I thought that perfume didn’t even work, but you just got what you deserved!”

“Wait a minute,” Moira interrupted, wiping her eyes, “Did you say ‘perfume’? What kind—oh no!“

Moira shuddered as an unearthly tingle zipped up spine. “No! No, no, no! Not again!”

Elsie gasped as Moira’s already colossal breasts grew even larger. “It’s Jen. She must have used the gem!

“What gem?”

Elsie just stood back and laughed. “Like I’d tell you; this is payback!

“What? No!” Moira’s eyes grew wider as her boobs grew even larger. They grew so large that they started to cover her face. “Wait, help me sit up! I’m gonna suffocate!”

Elsie suddenly realized that Moira might be in trouble, but she was still mad. Moira struggled to sit up. “Help me lift my boobs!”

“What? No!

“But I have to get up! They’re growing too fast.”

Elsie hesitated. “It’s too weird!”

“Please!”

Several awkward moments later, Mora’s boobs grew so large that they covered her face. Her muffled scream convinced Elsie to stop being angry and grab a boob.

“Ah! Not so rough!”

“Oh, shut up!”

“Moira, Elsie!” Mom shouted through the door. “What are you two doing in there?” She burst through the door and saw her daughter’s huge breasts getting even bigger. “What…the fuck…?”

“Mom, help me sit up!”

Together Mrs. Dern and Elsie lifted Moira’s breasts, which were the size of bean-bag chairs and a hundred times heavier. Moira managed to get on her knees before her boobs got too heavy to hold. Her Mom and Elsie dropped them on the bed, and Moira fell on top of them. They grew bigger and bigger, pushing Moira higher and higher in the air. The bed frame creaked and groaned under the weight, but Moira was absolutely helpless.

Suddenly the bedframe cracked and collapsed. Moira’s boobs, so heavy and soft, slid off the bed, and she followed. She might have hurt herself had her breasts not cushioned the fall. She fell face-first into her own bosom with a loud “Oof!” The boobs grew a few feet wider before finally stopping. Hanging off the mattress, Moira was now lying on a bed made of her own breasts.

Mrs. Dern was stupefied. Elsie quietly picked up her phone. “Jen, stop using the gem; you have to come to Moira’s house”

“What are you talking about? Besides, the stupid gem didn’t even work.”

“Actually, it did. Jen, call the rest of the girls and tell them to come over too. Moira has something to say.”

“You did what?!”

It was bad enough that Moira had stolen their breasts, but when the girls saw her laying on a couch made of her own bosom they were absolutely livid.

“I’ve been wearing training bras for five years!”

“Do you know how much toilet paper I’ve had to buy?”

“Everyone’s been calling me flattie for years,” Donna wailed. They unleashed the frustration of four long, bosom-less years until Moira started to cry again. By now her boobs were drenched in tears. Elsie quieted them down.

“I’m sure there’s something we can do, Moira. Did you ever learn how to break the spell?”

“No,” she sobbed quietly. “She only taught me how to cast it.”

“Who did?”

“That lady: the one who used to work at the mall. She taught it to me.”

Their hearts sank. “Well,” Elsie suggested, ”Maybe Mammacurse could send us the antidotes for our charms. That will get you back to normal.”

“Huh…who the hell is that?”

“It’s complicated. Lizzie, can email him or something?”

“I’m already on it.”

“Thank you, girls,” Moira sniveled, calming down a little. “I don’t deserve it.”

“You sure don’t.”

“Donna, shush. Moira, how did that lady teach you a spell like this? I knew she was creepy, but this seems a little too strange.”

“She overheard me talking about boobs when I was in the mall, and she gave me a piece of paper with instructions on it. Her boobs were huge, so I thought it was worth a shot.”

“Hey guys, I’m texting with Mammacurse right now.”

“Did he say anything about antidotes,” Elsie asked.

Lizzie kept texting, and suddenly her eyes lit up. He says he has a way to reverse the spell!”

Everyone else’s eyes lit up at once. “Really?”

“Yeah, he just needs to know what kind it was. You still have that paper?”

Moira still kept it in her dresser drawer; she handed it over gladly. After some more texting, Lizzie reported Mammacurse’s instructions. “Okay Moira, you need to go to…the spell circle?”

“That’s down in the basement! I need to—ugh!” Moira was stuck where she was. She smiled nervously. “Can I get a little help?

It took a great deal of lifting, and Moira’s father had to practically knock down a wall to get her down the stairs, but Moira, her parents, and the girls managed to lift her huge breasts and get her down into the basement. They pulled up the carpet where her enchantment circle was still hidden. “Now what?”

“Stand on the circle, but Mammacurse says it’s okay to lay down, just as long as you’re touching it.”

“Good! Everybody: heave!” They all lugged her tremendous breasts over the etching. Her boobs practically covered the entire circle.

“Now we have to touch you,” Lizzie read, “And you have to say these words.”

They all moved in, taking off their shoes and tucking their toes underneath the bulk of Moira’s boobs. They joined hands as Moira spoke the incantation: “Spirits of the earth and boobs, hear my plea once more. My chest doth quake, my back doth ache: I split the jello that doth shake. I share the wealth, an equal split. Give everyone a share of tit!”

Suddenly all the girls felt it: a warm glow in their chests, like standing next to a roaring fire. Moira felt something too: the weight on her chest slowly, subtly decreasing. She laughed as a feeling of relief washed over her, but the girls were getting exited.

“Donna, you’ve got boobs!”

“Oh my gosh!” Underneath her t-shirt were two little buds. For a girl like Donna, who hadn’t grown at all, they looked enormous already, but soon they got even bigger. Donna was soon giggling uncontrollably as her apple-sized breasts began stretching out her tiny bra.

Lizzie was happily pulling the toilet paper out of her bra to make room. Once she freed up some more space, however, it quickly got filled up by her growing breasts. Soon her bra was stretching tightly, trying desperately to hold in its new cargo. The rest of the girls squealed as they outgrew their skimpy bras as well.

“Ow! It’s getting too small!”

“It’s…cutting into me. Help me get it off!”

The girls all tried to help each other undress, but their clothes were so tight that it was nearly impossible. They breasts grew bigger and bigger, reaching grapefruit size, and still their little training bras stubbornly held on.

Pop! “Oh,” Jen sighed, “That’s much better!”

Pop, pop, pop! All the girls breathed a sigh of relief as their bras tore open and their breasts bounced freely. Elsie pulled up her shirt and saw her new breasts for the first time. Lizzie cupped hers in her hands and gave them a giddy shake, and Jen watched with fascination as hers kept growing, stretching out her slim t-shirt. Donna was in tears, and they all kept growing. They all grew bigger, softer, and heavier; it was a dream come true. For a moment they almost wished that it would never stop

It finally stopped when all the girls were the same size. Each of them now boasted boobs the size of watermelons: big, plump, and juicy. Moira was actually slightly bigger than she was that morning, and all the girls were glad to join her. Still feeling bad about stealing her boobs, Moira gave all the girls presents; each got one of the brand-new bikinis that she was saving for the summer. They deserved it, and besides, they were the only things that would fit them now.

Lizzie was floating on a tube when she got a text. “Hey, listen up. Mr. Rhodes and Mr. Stowe are both in the hospital. Looks like the duel didn’t go so well.” The others were too busy admiring themselves around the pool to notice

“I’m really sorry, guys,” Moira said again. “I just…I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“I know what you were thinking,” Jen shouted. “You wanted bigger boobs, idiot!” Everyone laughed as Moira blushed bright red.

“At least you fixed it,” Elsie soothed. “Now look at us. We’re bigger than we ever wanted.”

“It would have been nice to have these boobs three years ago,” Donna pointed out.

“What’s done is done, girls. Can we forgive Moira, please?”

The girls hesitated, but looking down at their melon-sized boobs, they agreed to let bygones be bygones. They all jumped in the pool and crowded around their repentant friend, giving Moira the biggest and squishiest group hug she could ever have.

“Besides,” Elsie pointed out. “We still have the lotion and that gem.”

“No way,” Moira warned. “Trust me, it’s not worth it.”

Everyone agreed. They spent the rest of the day swimming without a care in the world.