Marina was pissed off. Pissed off with the usual assholes she dated, pissed off with all the bullshit in the news, and pissed off at how horny she was. This wasn’t unusual – Marina was a passionate, striking Latina with a beautiful face, long wavy black hair, and her libido was very…active. But since dating an absolute parade of dickheads in the last few weeks, she’d been forced to frequently deal with her horniness herself. She was good at that – very good, in fact – but nothing quite got her off like the real thing; there were a lot of things she liked to do in the bedroom that could only be done with two people.

She rested her chin on her hand, elbow propped up on the table, in one of the generic coffee shops that had spread around her town like a virus. Where else was there to go? Her hair was tied up in a bun, but otherwise it would have spread all the way down to her large, round ass. This wasn’t as big a deal as it would have been, given Marina was only just over 5 ft, but it still gave her plenty of length to work with. Right now though, she was idly sipping her coffee, thinking about that jerkwad Brad, and wishing her tits filled out her top a little more.

As much as she had a whole of bass, Marina was not blessed with much treble. Her tits were practically non-existent, and the way her last few partners had talked, you’d think that was the end of the world. She was beautiful, had an amazing body and great butt, and yet all they cared about was huge boobs! It just wasn’t fair.

Marina looked up across the coffee shop, her eyes lazily roaming around, not expecting anything particular. Then she saw a guy who’s body language and demeanour so reflected her situation that she had to sit up and smile. If he hadn’t been staring idly into space, she would have sworn he was mocking her. She grinned over at him. It felt good to see someone who looked like they understood.

He was a quiet, reserved guy in his early 20s with a messy haircut and a kind smile. Marina couldn’t help but feel calmed by his presence. There was something relaxed, stoic about the dude, and she felt the anxiety and anger of the past few weeks melting off her bones as she stared at him, chin still propped on hand. Suddenly, she realised he was looking back at her. Gasping, she looked away, spilling her coffee with her hand.

“Shitshitshit.” She muttered to herself, grabbing a napkin and dabbing at her crotch where the (thankfully now cold) coffee had landed. “Come on Marina, get a grip.” Even going near her cunt made her think of sex, and it was with these flustered thoughts galloping through her head that she heard the voice.

“Don’t worry, I usually have that effect on women.”

She looked up, and there was the guy! Far from being some cocky, arrogant bro, his body language denoted humility and was self-deprecating enough for the comment to be taken as a joke. She blushed again, realising that she was basically touching herself in front of him, and placed her hands back on the table. The guy handed her a pile of napkins.

“Just in case.” He smiled, and went to leave.

“Hey!” She called back, a little too loudly. “Sorry for staring. I was miles away.”

“Don’t worry; me too.” He grinned, his body turning back towards her.

“Look, you mind keeping a girl company? It’s been a rough couple of weeks.”

Marina was shocked to hear the words coming out of her mouth. What was she doing? She barely knew this guy. And yet her instincts were to trust him. He seemed gentle, but in control.

To her great relief, he didn’t run away screaming, but sat down, and they talked. About her, about him, about relationships been and gone, about bad partners. He listened. He contributed. He laughed – she laughed. They both realised they found each other really funny. It was rare; most of the guys Marina hung out with weren’t half as funny as they thought they were.

Marina looked at her phone, and was shocked to see half an hour had flown by.

“Shit! I’ve got to go. Look, here’s my number.” Marina hastily scribbled it down on a napkin (she chastised herself for this later – what was this, the 90s?), and reached out to put it in the guy’s hand. Immediately, he recoiled, fear filling his eyes.

“What’s the matter?” Marina asked, surprise overwhelming her instincts to be polite.

He responded with an awkward swallow, before taking the number, getting up and leaving. Marina looked after him, wondering what on earth was going on, and hoping he’d call.

**

Marina had double checked everything. Food? Check. Booze? Double check. Make-up? Casual, but sexy. Clothes? Loose on top, tight on bottom. Hide the flatness, show off the butt. Then the doorbell rang.

Heart pounding, she padded across the carpet, and opened the door to reveal Nick. That was his name. She realised after their meeting in the coffee shop that they’d not exchanged names, so he’d been “Cool Coffee Shop Guy” in her phone for the last couple of weeks. They’d texted back and forth, messaged on Facebook, followed each other on Instagram, all the modern pillars of courtship. And the more she knew of him, the more she liked. He seemed to feel the same way. That said, getting him to come over had been hard freakin’ work. He was so friendly online and by text, but so distant when she tried to meet in person. But eventually she’d got him round, and this was gonna be it.

“Hey. Come in.”

**

The evening was going great. A couple of glasses of wine, some great conversation, even better food (Marina was a superb cook). Everything was leaning towards the inevitable conclusion. Then Marina went to reach out for Nick’ hand. He was looking away, so didn’t move in time. When she made contact, she felt an immense warmth in her hand that shot down her arm and nestled in her chest, but Nick recoiled like he’d just touched a hot plate.

“What’s wrong?” Marina asked, concerned. Nick looked at her, fear in his eyes. They drifted almost imperceptibly down to Marina’s chest. Her non-existent chest. Why would he even look there, when…

Marina felt the tightness in her chest, and realised her small bra was digging into her flesh. When had that happened? She’d have to take care of that. But first things first.

“Ok Nick, what’s the deal with touching? We’re never gonna have sex at this rate.”

The wine had made her bold, and the last few weeks had revved her up to an unprecedented degree. She was going to have sex with this man tonight, if it killed her. Or him.

Nick rubbed his eyes, and sighed.

“Fine. If you must know. I…I’m a virgin.”

Marina laughed, and quickly allayed his fears. “I’m not laughing because that’s bad – I’m laughing because that’s nothing. Who cares? We can change that in 10 minutes.” She grinned, reaching forward and touching him again on the arm. That same warm sensation, that same tingling and now throbbing in her chest.

Nick went to move his arm away, but something in him changed. He almost folded down onto the table, and when he looked up, there was a determination in his eyes, unlike anything she’d seen before.

“Fine. It’s too late now. But…well, this is gonna be weird. I…when people…when I touch them, I can make them…change.”

“Change?” Marina repeating, sounding stupid, but not knowing what else to say.

“Their bodies. I can change them. Make them…well, bigger. It’s why I’m a virgin. How could I risk making someone…”

“Too big?” Marina asked, comprehension dawning in her mind. She ignored the throbbing, pulsing sensation in her chest, and the incredible tightness in her bra.

“Whatever I think of, that’s what grows. It’s…well, it’s terrifying.”

“Well that explains why you’re not fucking everyone in sight. I couldn’t figure that out.”

“What do you mean?” Replied Nick, leaning forwards, taking Marina’s hand unconsciously in his. The throbbing increased. She ignored it.

“Well look at you. You’re hot.” Marina was fully embracing the drunk now, and her long hair was peeling out of her bun, draping across her face in the candlelight. She was beautiful.

“I’m hot? You’re incredible.” Nick shot back, leaning forward to touch Marina’s face. “Oh shit!” He moved his hands back, and held them by his side. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Marina kept her eyes on him. There was a steely determination in hers now, too. “I’m not. I know exactly what I’m doing. I want you to fuck me, and I want you to make me huge. Not just big. Huge.”

The way she said the words sent Nick’ blood all the way down south, and he grew painfully hard. He was already turned on, at even being able to talk about all this stuff. He’d never been able to tell anyone, but the thought of making people grow huge, making their boobs, ass and whole body bigger and bigger, was intensely arousing for him. It was only his sense of decency that stopped him from using his powers every day. But now – this permission. It was intoxicating.

“A-are you sure? I’ve never really let this thing rip before. You might not be able to turn back.”

“Look at me? I have everything I could ever want, apart from boobs.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.” Nick replied, and flicked his eyes down to Marina’s chest. As soon as he did so, Marina became acutely aware of the painful tightness of her bra, and looked down to see a stunning sight. Her formerly loose striped top was now curving madly away from her otherwise slender figure as two D-cup breasts ballooned outwards. The neckline of the garment was pulled down to accommodate the impressive new tits, and a mass of cleavage was now visible underneath her chin.

Marina gasped, audibly. She had tits! Big, fat tits! Her bra was stretched painfully across their wide base, and dug into her expanded flesh as if a rope had been tied around them. She hastily thrust her chest forwards, making her breasts look even larger, and unclipped her bra at the back. Her boobs blobbed outwards, now looking even bigger.

“Holy balls. They’re massive.”

Nick said nothing, but simply looked at the deep cleavage Marina had on display.

“You heard what I want. Let’s do this.” She said, after the tension had been allowed to build for a little longer, and took Nick’ hand, guiding him upstairs.

As soon as her hand made contact, Marina felt the tingling erupt through her body. She knew what it meant, and she welcomed it. She was going to be enormous, and no one would ever tell her she didn’t have big tits again. Nick was going to see to that. Nick could make it happen.

“You heard what I said before, right? I want to be huge. In every way you can think of. You’re in control now. Make it happen.”

And with that, Nick gripped her hand tighter, and a peculiar sense of power flooded through him. All those years of repression and careful behaviour were pent up inside him, and now he was being given permission to unleash. And he was going to do just that. Nick’ brow furrowed as he thought of what he wanted Marina to be. And Marina started to grow.

She could feel it happening even as they walked upstairs. Her breasts were already the size of small melons, and were stuffing her formerly loose top. The cleavage bulging beneath her chin was expanding in size, and her top was being pulled taut across her body. She loved the sensation of growing larger – the tension in her chest, the pulsing through her body, the tightness of her clothes as her breasts outgrew them.

It felt incredible, and she knew that this was just the beginning.