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 Revenge



   Disclaimer - This story is a bit fucked up.  It contains politics, porn,
enormous breasts and insane levels of stupidity.  Don't read it if you are
blonde, a member of the religous right, a redneck, a cop, a cunt, or under
32.  In this story, a lot of men get off on women's breasts growing while
their intillect decreases.  This is nothing to do with real life and I know
a lot of very brainy-and-chested beauties.  This is a story written because
the bigger a woman's breasts are, the less intelligent the men become. 
Being in the presence of a superior intellect is embarrasing for men, as
most are, like me, emotionally retarded.  Intelligence is a mythical
concept anyhow.  IQ tests are a bunch of cock.

   Yours - tricitybendix (my mates call me 85, cunts call me 'Phil') Enjoy.



   Emma Jarvis was blonde, blue eyed, 18, intelligent and jealous.  The
reason she was jealous was a girl in her school, Brenda.  Brenda, also, was
gifted academically, but was a lot richer than Emma.  Emma, being the
school red was dis-favoured by a lot of the boys who found her views
violent and crazy.  Also, being blonde & 18 years old, Brenda was able
to attract a lot more attraction from the boys at her school than Emma due
to her flashy and outgoing personality.  Also, being rich and sophisticated
she was able to buy many more fashionable clothes items than Emma, and
carry the appearance off beautifully.  Emma recalled that one year at the
school summer ball last year, she had worn a very old white dress.  She had
attracted some friendly joshing from her friends, something about her
mother's wedding.  Brenda on the other hand, was sporting an outrageously
high white micro-skirt.  On her top was white fabric that crossed over her
midsection and covered her small, perky breasts.  Filling her belly button
was a large diamond.  Emma had felt terrible, walked straight to the bar
and ordered herself a vodka, where she was consoled by the author.

   If there was one thing though that Emma hated about Brenda, it was the
fact that she was so damned nice.  That's what really got to her.  This
girl did not give a damn about popularity or social status, she gave money
to charity anonymously, organised school events, and did a lot of hard
work. Also, she liked Emma.  She respected Emma's gutsy determination to do
well at school and get her qualifications.  What Emma hated was the fact
that the girl did not seem to have anything bad about her at all, and Emma
had no way of getting to her.  No boyfriend, no embarassing secrets, and
even if there was something, Brenda was smart enough to see it coming a
mile off.  Indeed she had pulled a practical joke on Brenda on April 1st.
Brenda had sweetly taken her to one side and threatened to publicly
embarrass her back.  Sports day was coming up, something Emma was good at,
but was usually beaten by little miss perfect and she wanted, nay, needed
revenge.  Question was ...  how?

   That night, Emma was reading a Marxist book about pop culture,
consumerist desires of the general public, the and how consumerism was
imposed on society by the state.  Emma was bored shitless.  At that moment
a small glowing sphere of light appeared outside Emma's window.  She got up
and looked at it.  This was no trick of the light.  The sphere moved
towards the window, and straight through it, leaving no mark or blemish. 
Emma jumped back, "Wow!  ball lightning!", and scrabbled around looking for
her Polaroid.  This theory of hers was smashed when the ball said, "I am
from the stars.  I come to learn about humans.  We have been monitoring
your TV stations for decades.  Your television has been political in some
cases, for instance MedTV, the Turkish station calls for revolution; it has
been used by the state to educate and entertain, BBC, the UK; and, of
course, to sell stuff, any station, the US.  I come to learn about how
humans interact in reality.  If there was one human in your life you would
want to change somehow into something else, who would it be and how would
you do it?  You can't change yourself.  Don't be afraid, I mean no-one any
harm."

   Emma almost fainted.  The alien noticed her fear and temporarily
silenced it.  The alien did not notice that by killing her fear, it had
also damaged her conscience and personality.  Emma walked round to her bed
and sat down, the ball of light moved closer to her, she replied, "Brenda,
I want to change Brenda".  The alien entity shot up out through the window,
and returned 5 seconds later, projecting an image of Brenda on the wall,
"Is this the girl?", "Yes it is.", "How do you wish to change her?  She
will remain asleep all night and will not notice, only you and her will
know that she has been changed, when I leave in 3 days time, you may change
her back if you wish.  You changing her will change her family as well, and
it can all be reversed."

   One of the things Emma disliked about Brenda was her style, her
intellect, her grace and poise; another was her good looks.  Damn!  What am
I going to do?  She looked under her bed for more bits of inspiration, and
found a toy doll she had for her 6th birthday.  6 inches high, pretty,
blonde hair, and a big smile.  A Barbie doll.

   Brenda was dreaming about the usual things, friends, family, her
experiments at the school lab, respect, and sex.  In her sleep, she moaned
and rolled over onto her back.  "Good job she sleeps naked", said the
alien. Brenda could feel the growing presence on her chest, but she was
asleep, the tingling in her nipples did make her a little wet.  It took 30
seconds for her breasts to grow from a B cup to a C - cup and for her to
forget how to tell different types of wine.  It took another 30 seconds for
all the memories of what she learnt at school to become a little fuzzy and
blurred, and for her hips to swell out a little.  The alien watched Emma
squeal with glee as her arch rival grew sexily stacked.  There was no way
she would be any good at sports now, bedroom gymnastics maybe.  She looked
at the Barbie doll.  Why stop there?  "Could you make her so busty that
there is no way she can be any good at sports?  Make her a giggly bimbo as
well!", "I'm doing it", replied the alien.  The point of light was deep in
concentration and had grown dimmer, the task taking a little of its power.
Brenda was dreaming about happy things, like swimming, sunbathing, clothes
and of course, sex.  By now her breasts were a healthy E - cup.  She was
nicely stacked, but still growing.  Her now large, but pert bottom
prevented the small of her back from touching the bottom of the bed.  She
giggled as she thought about boys, causing her breasts to wobble and bounce
a little.  By morning, the work was finished.  The alien left, emitting a
strange sound.  Laughter perhaps?

   Emma had dozed off, and woke up groggily as her alarm screamed at her.
The first thing to enter her mind was the alien.  'Oh ...  SHIT!  What have
I done!', but remembering that she could change poor Brenda back when the
alien left, she calmed a little.  Her conscience now fully intact, she was
on a major guilt trip.  "What kind of ambassador to the human race was I
last night", she thought, "That thing probably thinks all socialists are
scum".  Still, she was looking forward to seeing her new friend Brenda. 
She laughed naughtily.  She got her school things together and remembered
that it was a Thursday, and she would have physics and the art club she
attended at lunchtime, 2 things Brenda did too.  "It's gonna be fun
watching that little bimbo try to think straight, but I'll try to cover for
her", she laughed a little nervously.

   Brenda felt the warm sunlight on the side of her face, smiled and
stretched, "mmmmmm, feels nice ..." She gently let her hands slowly drift
down her body between her legs and rubbed slowly.  This was THE way to wake
up.  After a few more seconds, she opened her eyes and looked at the
ceiling.  She let on hand work up to her breast, and then she noticed.  She
let out a little squeak of surprise as her dainty little hand touched a
mass of soft breast.  She pulled back the sheets and saw for herself that
she had grown a pair of breasts that a whole crowd of girls her age could
be proud of.  She was a little afraid, knowing something was wrong, and
very slowly sat up and looked around, "Pink!  My room is pink!".  The
wallpaper had changed from stripey grey to shocking pink while she had been
asleep.  She looked around and saw a doll's house on a chest of drawers
opposite her in the room.  She also noticed that her CD player had turned
bright blue.  Intrigued, she slowly got out of bed, and had to adjust to
her new posture.  "My big new breasts are real heavy, and my voice is
funny", she announced to herself in her new, cute, sqeaky voice.  She
walked slowly to the doll's house, and giggled happily as her breasts
swayed.  Opening thetop of the doll's house, she peered in.  "Barbie!", she
sqealed and took the doll in her hand and looked at it, "Cute, but I got
bigger titties!".  Carefully, she put the doll back, and noticed how she
was acting.  "What's going on?", she asked quietly, with a confused look on
her face, trying to recap the events of the previous day was difficult, but
a lot had definitely changed.  She looked at the alarm clock, 7:00 am.  She
walked to the bathroom, now more easily as she was more used to her new
figure.  Even now the amount her breasts moved shocked her a little, she
grabbed them in her hands, and walked to the bathroom, her breasts still
bobbling excessively.  "Everything's pink", she said, noticing the carpet
and wallpaper.

   Looking at herself in the full-length mirror was a big shock for her,
"Wow!  I got real big last night.", she said with a sense of pride.  She
was still of average height, but her breasts were almost perfectly round
and hung down almost to her belly button.  Her waist was tiny and flat, and
flared out to a pair of almost impossibly wide hips.  Her pubic hair was
lighter and stopped before her pussy.  Her legs were perfectly hairless and
her skin had become healthier and a little more flushed, giving it a warm,
soft look.  Her aurolae were the size of saucers, and were deep pink, her
nipples stuck out around 4 cm, were 4 cm across, and were even darker. 
Awestruck, she turned to her side, and looked at the side of her ass, as
her breasts slowly swayed to a standstill.  It was beautiful, her legs
seemed to go on forever, and there was not a blemish in sight, her blonde
hair reached down to the middle of her tush.  "I'm really pretty, really
really pretty!", she giggled happily, and shook her breasts.  They swayed
from side to side, she giggled.  Then she bounced them up and down,
giggling continuously.  Gently biting her beautifully pink lower lip, and
grinning happily, she caught one of her nipples and rolled it between her
fingers, she let out a squeak of pleasure, shuddered and opened her mouth
as the feelings kicked in.

   Emma was making herself a large coffee.  This was the usual ritual for
her before school, but today she was over - doing it.  Caffeine powered her
sharply subversive mind.  She loved this.  Deeply inhaling the steam coming
off her espresso, she thought deeply about her friend.  Brenda was her
friend and was going to know everything when the alien left on Sunday after
sports day.  Fuck.  Her mind raced through endless possibilities.  She
sipped the coffee, then drank the whole lot and quickly made another.  Her
mum looked at her, concerned, "Are you okay, honey?", "Yeah fine mum, just
a little tired.  Damn, I'm gonna miss the bus, bye!"

   Brenda got into the shower, and noticed changes there too, they now had
a power - shower, and the shower unit was situated in it's own glass
cubicle rather than the bath.  She noticed how whenever she moved, her tush
or her boobs would brush against the cold glass.  This tickled a lot, and
sent her into more fits of the giggles as she tried in vain to hold her
breasts away from the glass.  Finally, she managed to concentrate for long
enough to work out how the shower worked ...  and pressed the 'on' button.

   The jets of warm water had an instant effect on her, "Wow!  Whoaaa, that
feels greeat!", she squealed, the water was a bit of a shock to the system.
It took a lot of shampoo to lather the whole of her beautiful blonde mane,
and of course, her little triangle of pubic hair.  Now that the glass had
warmed up, she could forget about letting herself touch it.  She leaned
forward and whipped her hair back, getting lather onto her breasts. 
Moaning with ecstasy, she tried to grab her slippery breasts, but they
wobbled far too much for her to grab a nipple.  She giggled again, and
simply rubbed them up and down against the glass, and let her left hand
slide down to her crotch.  She let two fingers slide into herself, pounded
herself furiously for 30 seconds, then took them out and sucked, letting
the right hand pleasure her.  She repeated this cycle for all of ten
minutes, grinning widely and moaning with intense pleasure.  Out of the
shower, she took a towel and dried her hair, arms, legs, ass, and back. 
She looked at her tits.  There was no way of drying them off without
getting all horny again, so she just gently pressed the towel onto them,
then took it off, which seemed to work.  She noticed that she could get the
towel to stick on to her tits with nothing holding them there.  She looked
in the mirror and smiled again.  "I'm so happy.", she said to herself, and
bounced off back to her little-girl bedroom with the towel wrapped round
her chest.

   She found her school uniform where it usually was, in her chest of
drawers, but everything was, of course, a couple of sizes bigger.  She put
on her blouse, jumper and blazer, grabbed her satchel and carefully walked
down the stairs to the kitchen for breakfast.

   "Mum, sis, you're both big too!", "What are you talking about hon?",
"Never mind." Brenda found that her mother and sister had grown
outrageously voluptuous figures similar to her own, and that their voices
had changed too.  The kitchen had also changed colour from white to a light
blue colour, making it look, like the rest of the house, slightly tacky. 
Looking out of the window, she saw that the family's old Daimler V8 had
been replaced by a red Ferrari, and there was a sun lounger on the lawn. 
Brenda had properly woken up now and was realising that she was in a VERY
strange situation.  She decided to keep quiet.

   Emma was at school, biting her nails.  She was waiting for her guilt
trip to climax with the arrival of Brenda.  What had happened to Brenda and
her sister?  The alien had said that it would have an effect on the rest of
the family as well.  She looked out of the common room door and saw
Brenda's mum park the Ferrari, and the new Brenda and her sister, Alice
happily skip out.  Brenda usually hung out with her sister before classes,
but they walked off in different directions.  Brenda walked straight over
the Emma, as her mother stalled the Ferrari while driving it out of the
school gates 'Hi Emma!  Can we talk?  Something funny happened last
night.', Emma lowered her head.  She had forgotten to change one thing.  If
there was one person Brenda had trusted in that school, it was her.  She
had dumped on a friend major league.  She flung her arms out and gave
Brenda a hug.  She was amazed at how large Brenda had become, and only just
got her arms round her.  'Whoa, Emma, what was that for?  Hey girl, what's
wrong?', Brenda asked with a look of childish innocence, 'Never mind. 
Let's get along to first period'.

   In the physics class, Brenda sat next to Emma and timidly held her hand
under the desk.  Brenda was scared.  She knew that she was good at physics,
and that she and her surroundings had changed.  On the way to school, she
had chatted with her mother or 'mom' as she now insisted on being called.
Brenda's dad had disappeared from the family a few years ago and had never
called since then, and her mother, instead of being the high flying
economic consultant she used to be was now some guy's 'personal assistant'.
Her sister however chose not to talk at all, but read a book.

   Brenda told Emma all about this, and about the changes in her house. 
All the time Brenda had a pouty look on her face similar to that of a lost
child.  Emma simply replied, 'You'll be OK in 3 days time'.

   The class was a 3 hour practical experiment, and Emma volunteered to be
Brenda's partner.  It started with the handing back of last week's
homework, Brenda looked at her work and then looked really scared.  'An
F?', she asked herself, then looked at the work she had done.  Her answers
wer childish and simplistic, her writing was printed, and reading was
making her tired.  She found a folder marked 'Physics' in her bag and put
it in there, she would look at that later.  The girls then, with the rest
of the class got up and walked to their experiment.



   Today's experiment involved logic circuits.  The girls had to make a TV
screen display the stars and stripes using logic circuits.  Emma found the
exercise simple and easy, and had it finished quickly.  She tested Brenda's
reduced intillect.  'Okay, so you understand that when this one is on, that
one is off?', 'Yeah', 'Okay, so if that it turning on and off 312 times a
second, what is this one doing?', 'er ...  switching real quick too?', 'You
got it, now why is it making stripes on the screen', 'Er ..', Brenda
brushed her blonde hair back and looked away into space with the cutest
look a girl could give.  'What was the question?', it was hopeless.

   Emma tried diagrams, LEDs to show the signals, everything.  Nothing
could get through to her.  Brenda's giggling was quiet enough not to be
annoying, but it did make talking to her seriously very difficult.  She
would curl her hair round her finger, gently bite her lower lip and look a
little lost whenever she tried to think, the giggle embarrasedly as she
forgot what she was meant to be thinking about.  By the end of the lesson,
Emma was finishing writing up and she turned and looked at Brenda.  Brenda
had lifted her breasts onto the desk, had her arms round them and was fast
asleep using them as a pillow.  Brenda had a wide, happy smile on her face,
and was breathing slowly and deeply.  'Brenda, wake up, time for lunch!' At
break, Emma decided that Brenda should at least enjoy her silly new
existance, and decided also to tell her about the alien and how she would
change back in 3 days time.

   The two girls sat at a coffee table, and Emma noticed the stares her
friend was getting from the boys.  Brenda believed every word Emma said.

   'Emma you bitch', Brenda was surprised, and should have been angry. 
Indeed she was trying to be angry, but found that anger was something she
was almost incapable of, and that she was actually enjoying being the best
looking girl in school, even if it did mean she was a little dumb.  'The
physics teacher was looking at my big boobs as well', 'Yeah, when you fell
asleep onto your breasts, all the boys were looking, one came up tried to
feel you up!', this sent Brenda into more bursts of giggling and she
started twirling her hair round her finger again.  Her friend simply looked
at her and sighed, nodding her head,'She's gonna kill me when she changes
back!'

   The girls got up and walked off to art club, 'Walk slower, Emma, I got a
lot to carry!' At art club, the girls found a surprise.  The new Brenda was
actually better at art than she had been before.  Although unable to write
or even think methodically or express herself verbally without sounding
like the dizzy blonde that she was, she could paint beautifully.  Also, as
Brenda was doing art as a subject, a lot of the paintings at art club were
by her.  This was her chance to shine.  She took a brush and her hands seem
to move by themselves.  After 30 minutes the canvas was covered with a
beautiful meadow, interrupted by a river, at which an old man was fishing.
The art teacher came over and asked her, 'What was your inspiration for
this piece', 'I dont know, it just came to me!', she replied, and giggled.

   The next lesson was sport.  The girls would play basketball for a while,
the boys would play football in the next field.  Brenda took out of her bag
a skirt, big, but obviously way too small for her, and a stretchy top.  She
took off her school uniform and bra, and put on the top, and skirt only. 
Emma just looked at her, 'You're not going out there like that!  The boys
will go nuts!  I can see your nips from here!', 'Try and stop me', she
giggled as she tried to jog towards the door and nearly fell over.  She
steadied herself against the wall and stared at her breasts, as they slowly
stopped swaying and simply rose and fell with her deep breathing.  When she
bent over, she really could feel the strain on her back, she slowly stood
up straight again, and carried in her arms her now slightly sore breasts,
back to the bench.  She sat down with a thump, causing her breasts to
bounce and jiggle again, looked at Emma and giggled.  'Big tits are heavy',
she said, cradling one in her left arm.  Emma looked at her friend with a
look of amazement, 'Try wearing a bra?' Brenda leaned forward, resting her
masses of pink flesh on her lap, and pulled out her sports bra from her
bag. She put it on the front, but could not get it done up at the back. 
Emma helped her, and they left the gym.

   Once outside, the girls had to pick teams.  Brenda got picked last, Emma
got picked first.  'Not fair!', Brenda cried out in her new voice, and
stamped her foot.  The other girls laughed, one of the girls called her a
bimbo, and Brenda couldn't help but giggle, while staring down at herself.
'It's true', Brenda whispered to herself, 'I'm the biggest bimbo ever.'
Brenda tried to play the game, but her breasts and hips wobbled about and
got in the way.  What was worse was she couldn't remember who was on her
team.  Half way through the game, she was beat, and went back to shower. 
She took off her bra and panties.  All the other girls were outside.  She
turned on the shower and her nipples instantly hardened.

   She rubbed the sweat away from her armpits and rubbed the shampoo into
her hair again.  She looked down at her breasts again, and rubbed them. 
She again squealed with delight and said to herself, 'I love it when my
boobs get all wet and slippery.' She dried off in the same manner as she
had done that morning, and got changed back into her uniform.

   Back home, she had some physics cousework to do.  She really felt dumb
when she did not know how to do this.  Physics was her best subject, but
all the figures got jumbled up in her head.  She stared down at her
breasts. She had last played with them this morning, and was feeling a
little horny again.  The temptation was too great.  She grabbed her phone
book and dialed the school physics buff, Simon Walters.  'Hello?', 'Hi
Simon, this is Brenda, I'm having a little problem with my homework, do you
want to come over and fuck me, sorry help me, help me with it ..' She could
not believe what she had just said, and neither could Simon.  In less than
five minutes, Simon was at the door dressed to kill, with a card and a box
of chocolates.  Branda took the chololates from him, and said with her new
bimbo voice, 'The homework is in my bedroom, it's real hard', 'I'll help
you with it right now', the pair went upstairs and sat on Brenda's bed. 
Brenda locked the door in full view of Simon.  'You've got some funny stuff
Brenda.', Simon was totally disoriented.  'Oh look at you, you got all
dressed up to come here, and here I am in my school uniform.  No peeking!',
Brenda pulled the sheets of the bed over Simon's head and got naked right
next to him.  No-one would remember this, so she might as well have fun.

   When she pulled the sheets back off Simon and squealed 'surprise!', she
was wearing a little tennis skirt, no bra, and a top that stopped just
above the base of her breasts.  On the top was a silly cartoon of a
confused blonde.  The slogan below it read, 'I'm naturally blonde, so
please speak slowly'.  Brenda hadn't noticed this, but Simon did, he also
noticed how Brenda's erect nipples and aureole were painfully obvious
through the clingy white fabric, and began to look a little panicky. 
Brenda sat back down on the bed and noticed that Simon was looking at her
chest.  'You like my boobies don't you', 'Actually I was looking at... 
mmmmph!', Brenda grabbed Simon's head and stuffed it between her breasts
underneath the top, then squashed her breasts together, suffocating Simon
in a world of warm pink flesh.  His body grew all limp, except for one part
of it.  'You like that, don't you.', she purred slowly, a slow, muffled
'mmm mm mph' was the best reply Simon could offer.  She let him go, and he
pulled away, gasping for breath.  'Wow, you really know how to make a guy
happy Brenda!' exclaimed a red - faced and extremely turned on Simon. 
Brenda leant forward and got her homework out and placed it on her lap.  'I
like doing my homework like this, but I cant see the books over my titties!
I know what!', she got up and walked round to Simon's side of the bed, she
opened his box of chocs and popped one into her mouth.

   She jumped down onto the bed on her front, so her face was next to the
physics book.  'Now help me with these problems, Sy!', Simon did as he was
told and joined her on the bed.  He noticed that her ass stuck out way high
into the air and that her hips were wider than he had noticed before under
her uniform, and that her waist was really thin as well.  He was constantly
peeking glimpses over his shoulder as Brenda looked through her notes for
the homework.  He also noticed the mass of breast that was squashed
outwards against the side of his chest.  He had a large and uncomforatble
erection.  Brenda popped another chocolate, 'Mmph mfound it.  Mmm nice
choccie, Sy, I found the ..  You sure do like checking out my bod, dont
you.', 'Oh sorry Brenda', 'No, it 's OK, I like my bod too.  This is the
homework I cant do' Simon saw that the stuff she was having problems with
was really simple, so he attempted to explain it to her.  After 25 minutes
of explanation, query, explanation, and Brenda's uncontrollable giggling,
the pair decided that Simon should type the homework and send it in on
Brenda's behalf, making, of course, a few deliberate mistakes.

   Brenda looked at the clock, 'Sugar, it's eight o'clock, I'm feeling
sleepy', 'Yeah, do you want me to go home?', 'No, you can stay with me for
a bit.  I know you want to check out my tush', she said wiggling her ass a
little.  She stood up, and put all her books away.  'I know I'm not the
brightest in the class, but I bet a lot of the girls there will never learn
to do this', she said and shimmied her breasts from side to side, like she
had done in the bathroom before.  The little pink bit of breast that was
not covered by her top captivated Simon.  Slowly, as the breast rubbed
against her top, the top slowly worked it's way up, exposing more and more
breast.  Simon could not take it any longer.  He stood up and whipped the
flimsy top off, and standing behind Brenda, he grabbed her breasts and
rubbed his hard self against her.  'Ohhhh, you are all hot", Brenda moaned
with pleasure.  Simon brought one hand round to Brenda's ass, and placed it
on her tush.  He was shocked and surprised to find she was not wearing any
knickers, 'Whoaa!', his heart was racing as his hand withdrew, 'Stroke my
pussy', said Brenda.  He kept kneading her breasts with his right arm and
used his left to pleasure her pussy.  He had to change a few times as
massaging Brenda's breasts was very hard work, and as they kept moving
about and wobbling as Brenda spasmed, it was getting harder to hold onto
them.  After a while Brenda was extremely wet, and her breasts were covered
in juice.  There was a small dark patch of juice on the floor.

   Simon came round to the fromt of his moaning, blonde godess, and bent
over a little to suckle her breasts and lick all the delicious juices off
them.  Fumbling with his belt, he leant on Brenda a little too much and she
fell backwards onto the bed.  She was aroused a little out of her sexual
trance, and giggled as Simon tried to undress extremely quickly.  When he
was naked, and standing before her he tried to get on top of her, she
pushed him back and said, 'Lick my pussy first, please'.  She sat up and
gave him that lost pleading look.  It was irresistable, he HAD to do what
this beautiful dumb creature was asking.  He knelt between her legs, and
parted her lips.  He licked the clitoris as gently as he could. 
Immediately Brenda orgasmed, and covered his face with juice.  She fell
backwards and tried to grab her wet breasts.  Again the masses of pink
flesh escaped her grasp each time, so she simply rubbed them.  Simon
continued to lick for 15 minutes, before getting a condom out of his
jacket, and putting it on.

   The sex that followed was the best Simon could ever hope for in his
whole life.  Brenda came again and again, the sheets were soaked.  Simon
fell asleep around 1 am, totally spent.  Brenda remained awake, and was
visited by a small sphere of light.

   In the morning, Brenda unlocked the door, and Simon stumbled out. 
'Hello Simon.  I suppose I'm going to be cleaning the sheets AGAIN tonight,
ah well.', 'Uhh, sorry Mrs.  urm', Brenda's mother took his hand, 'Call me
Candy.' Simon's heart was still racing.  This girl's mum was looking at him
as if she wanted some fun as well.  'I wish I had a mum like that', he said
under his breath, as Candy jiggled her way downstairs.

   Now normally when Emma woke up, she would have a dry feeling in her
mouth and a headache from caffeine withdrawl, and sleep in her eyes.  This
morning, however, she felt positively fantastic.  Her hands were between
her legs, one hand completely inside her, the other stroking her clit,
stroking, slowly, faster, faster, faster, bringing her to a beautiful
orgasm.  She opened her eyes, and smiled.  Looking at the ceiling.  As she
slowly sat up, and leant forward slightly, she noticed something brush
against her lap.  'Oh no!', she pleaded with no-one in a soft, beautiful
voice.  She looked down at herself.  She couldn't see any of her lap, as it
was completely covered in the most healthy pair of breasts ever to grace
such a petite frame.  Walking would be a serious challenge.  She looked
around her room.  Where once there were pictures of feminists and Marxists,
there now hung pictures of busty porn models.  She squinted, there was
something written on all of them, printed, in childish writing, 'bigger
than you', was written in black marker on a picture of Lolo Ferrari. 
Around the room there were some very large vibrators and dildoes.  Emma got
out of bed, slowly, and opened her drawer.  She picked up a stretch top and
looked at it.  It was the same as the one Brenda had used that night, but
seemed to be a bit different, it had another word written above the slogan
in black marker, 'I'm ..  nat urall ie ..  blonde so please speak REAL slow
- ly, funny!  What does that mean?', the new Emma put the top on,bigger
than Brenda's it covered most of her pert, pliant, pink flesh, but left a
little pink flesh at the bottom, which even after much stretching of the
top and stuffing of her breasts upwards, could not be covered.  She slipped
on some knickers and slowly swayed to the bathroom, she looked round her
house.  Bigger?

   Looking in the mirror was a real shock for her.  Brenda had been quite a
sight, but now she was simply ludicrous.  Her breasts hung a full 4 inches
below her belly button, her hips were around the same size as Brenda's
though, but her tush was a little perkier.  She heard a doorbell ring
downstairs and heard a sweet, faltering, high pitched voice talking to a
teenage girl, 'You must be ..  Brenda, yeah, she said about you, I'm her
mom, I'm an actress, an exotic actress *giggle* yeah it's all natural, come
on in, she's in her room, Emma!  You've got a guest!'

   Emma quickly bounced back to her room and slipped on the skimpiest pair
of denim shorts you could imagine, actually one of the more conservative
things her bedroom contained.  Brenda entered the room, she had kept a lot
of her chest, now an F - cup, and regained all of her intelligence and then
some.  'Hi Brenda, you look cute!', Emma complimented her friend, and
giggled.  Brenda was a little pissed, but looking at her new creation, she
just wanted to laugh, and she did.  'Who's the bimbo now?', 'I don't know',
came the confused and innocent reply.  At this point, Brenda felt a pang of
guilt.  She had over done it with her friend the night before.  This new
Emma could hardly read or write, and definitely wouldn't be able to go to
school.  Brenda said, 'I can take my finger off, watch this!', Emma was
taken aback and her eyes lit up in amazement, but not disbelief.  Brenda
folded her thumb behind her forefinger of her left hand away from Emma, and
bent the forefinger of her right hand behind her other forefinger, and
showed this to Emma, it loofed like her thumb was the forefinger of her
righ hand.  She parted her hands quickly, and put them back together,
giving the impression that she had dislocated a finger.  Emma put her hand
over her mouth and gave a little dainty sqeak of terror.  'Hey girl, it's
just a trick, dont worry', 'Oh.  How does it work?', 'Okay, do this'.  It
took about seven minutes to teach Emma how to do it, and she started doing
it again and again, giggling happily.  Brenda decided that her friend was
way too much of a bimbo like this, and by the look of the room, more than a
little too much of a nympho.  She resolved that if the alien visited her
again, she would restore her to the level of intelligence above what she
was before they started, and a more manageable, yet still stupendous breast
size for the sports day, and increase her sex drive, and leave her like
that permanantly, hopefully her intelligence would give her a little self
control.  After all, she always used to talk about how people should be
happy with their sexuality whatever it was when she was spouting off about
feminism.  They would however both retain their silliness.

   Brenda said, 'Watch my finger, Emma!', Emma looked up at Brenda's
finger, Brenda moved her finger around in front of Emma's face.  She
stopped between her eyes, giving her a cross eyed, silly look, then tapped
her lightly on the nose.  Emma fell back on the bed giggling, legs in the
air kicking, giving Brenda a view of two vast hemispheres of light pink
breast.  Brenda jumped on her and ticked her.  The tickling had the effect
of making Emma's face and tummy go red.  'Stop, stop!', Emma pleaded, and
so Brenda let up for long enough for Emma to stop giggling.  Emma took
Brenda's hand and placed it on her right breast, 'Bigger than YOU', she
giggled.  'Let's take a look at your clothes, I'd love to see your stuff',
Emma gave Brenda a confused, blank look, and Brenda realised that Emma's
surroundings had changed, as had her personality, but her memories were
still Emma's, so her new environment would be totally alien to her.  Brenda
opened a couple of drawers, there were stretch tops, push up bras and cute
little dresses to show off her ass.  All her books were gone, and Emma was
talking, acting and had the wardrobe of the perfect bimbo.  Brenda found a
top with a slogan that read, 'Fuck - bunny'.  She had to laugh at that, as
her friend did actually look a bit like a rabbit, all chest and behind,
although, she couldnt really see the new Emma moving quickly or running at
all.  Looking up, she saw that her friend had removed her top and was
playing with her breasts, lifting them up and licking them, shaking and
wobbling them, lying on them and using them as a kind of water bed.  Emma
looked up and said simply, 'Play with me, please..', Brenda went downstairs
and phoned a male friend from school, and explained the situation to him,
giving him the address of the house.  He was there in what seemed like
seconds

   Pete had been lucky with girls occasionally and was quite well built,
red hair, red chest hair, and, embarassingly, red pubic hair too, but he
had NEVER met a girl like Emma.  Emma looked him in the eye, but he was
looking at her very full clingy top.  He could see her aurolae, nipples,
the bits at the bottom that the top couldnt cover, and then he read the
slogan, and looked Emma in the eyes.  She gazed back and French - kissed
him.  The moment seemed to last forever as Pete was squashed into a sea of
pink cleavage.  Brenda left them to it with a camcorder on the mantelpiece
as blackmail evidence against Emma for later.  Pete looked into her eyes
and was going to say something.  Emma silenced him by frowning gently and
placing her finger on his lips, and removing her top to expose a pair of
breasts that were beyond belief.  She was kneeling at the time, facing Pete
from the edge of the bed.  She let herself fall forward, her and her
breasts covering Pete.  They were face to face, she let out a little
giggle, and Pete attempted to undress from underneath her, with quite a bit
of success.  The view from outside of this was quite amazing.  Every time
Pete moved, Emmas breasts would jiggle and ripple, with Emma giggling all
the time.  Once Pete was fully naked underneath Emma, he put his hands on
her big, pert tush and smiled sweetly.  She smiled back, after a couple of
seconds, she realised, got off Pete and removed her shorts and panties, and
again mounted Pete.  Her tush may have been big, but it did have a lot of
power behind it.  She fucked Pete for all he was worth, stopping only to
change position.  After he was finished in that position, she got off and
he sat at the side of the bed, panting.  Because Emma's pussy was now a
little bigger, and a lot stretchier, it made sex with her exhausting work.

   As soon as he came, Emma got up, rushed around the side fo the bed,
sweating breasts and hips swinging, and sucked him to recovery.  She lay
back on the bed, grabbed him, and he did the work.  Emma's stamina was
unbelievable.  From 9:30 am to 3 pm, they fucked constantly, and when Pete
left, Emma whispered in his ear, 'thanks'.  Pete was almost dead.  Brenda
smiled as she watched Emma accompany Pete to the door.  Emma was still
naked and very wet with sweat and other stuff, while Pete, who had arrived
dressed in a well pressed suit, was now looking as disshevelled as any man
could.

   Brenda told Emma to go and shower and especially to clean her pussy,
which was leaking a little.  Emma came out of the shower, clean and dried,
'Brenda, get me another man!', Brenda sighed and reached for her phone
book. That night, Emma was exhausted.  She had spent a long day fucking and
rested on the couch, wearing her 'fuck - bunny' top as the bed was way too
wet.  Brenda went and fetched some sheets for her friend, and spent the
night watching TV.  That night the alien visited Brenda, 'I know why you
humans are being so weird with your wishes.  It's because of me.  My effect
is killing your conscience and causing emotional fuckup.  Tell me what you
really want for you and your friend and it will be so!'.  Brenda wished for
a healthy and long life for her and her friend, intelligence, and
prosperity, also, for fun, games, tricks and enormous breasts and good
looks.  The alien left for now, content that the human race was not all
bad.

   It was sports day, and Brenda and Emma arrived at the sports ground at
the same time, both in flashy cars.  Emma walked up to Brenda, F - cups
bouncing healthily, and slapped her right across the face.  The other girl
did that back, and announced 'Right, now that's over with, let's have some
fun!', and both headed for the gym.  They quickly stripped, and changed
into their sports gear, talking excitedly about their adventure, the alien,
would it be back and stuff like that.  They were getting some very strange
looks from their friends, but they did not care.  Their rivalry had
finished.  Or had it?  'Emma dear, I still can't get this damn thing on, I
just cant reach round the back there.', said Brenda, struggling with her
troublesome sports bra.  Emma scrabbled around at the back, quickly doing
things which Brenda coundn't see.  'Should be fine now Bren', Emma replied,
swuftly hiding her scissors and kicking the remains of the back of Brenda's
bra under the bench with her foot.  'It feels kinda funny you know,
scratchy', 'That's 'cause last time you wore it you were stupid, remember,
it is going to feel different', 'oh yeah!', and both girls giggled.

   Despite this, Brenda still couldnt get used to the way her breasts were
moving.  They bounced far too much for a sports bra, and the straps were
irritating her back.  The girls were running the marathon, and were at the
starting line.  Go!  Emma was obviously going to win from the start, the
only other two girls were not really into sports, and for some reason,
Brenda's breasts were bouncing all over the place, causing raucous wolf
whistles from the crowd.  After 500 metres, she heard a loud snap, and
after that, her breasts were bouncing even more wildly.  After 1000,
another loud snap and the remains of her bra finally gave up, and she
staggered in last, clutching her chest.  Emma had cut away the straps of
her bra and replaced them with rubber bands.  Both girls were back in the
changing room.  'Emma, you are a complete bitch.', said Brenda, throwing
her bra at her, which after Emma's handiwork looked strangely like a dead
jellyfish.  Both girls giggled, and walked back to Brenda's house.  'Let's
get some boys round!', said Emma, 'So much for self control, yeah let's go
for it!', the girls were going to have some serious fun for the rest of
their lives, and nobody was going to stop them!