The Curse - Addicted and Bored

I looked out the classroom window, watching the fall leaves blow, trying not to think -- a battle waging in my mind.

Three weeks ago, my reality had twisted inside out. What started out as an impetuous moment exercising my new adulthood, exploring the adult section of my favorite local comic book store, was now taking over my life. I should have known it was a bad idea. The store was a place I normally went to be safe from temptation. Safe from situations where my curse somehow channeled sexual arousal into increased beauty for girls around me. What can I say? It was an impulse.

Before I'd made it out of the store, the young female clerk had grown not only several cup-sizes, but also several inches taller. She wouldn't mind, but that wasn't the end. As soon as I got home, Kendra came over for a visit. She knew about my curse and was probably thinking she would exchange a little hanky panky for some minor adjustment to her already traffic stopping body. However, she got more than she bargained for, much more. Once she figured out what was on my mind, she flaunted the sexy comic in my face until she was a real-life manifestation of the busty ten-foot-tall character. (pic pic pic)

Now, I know what you're thinking. For someone turned on by that sort of thing, it must have been like a fantasy come true, sitting on her giant leg, touching her giant tit while she jacked me off -- and it was, all thirty five seconds of it. But you're not thinking this through. What happens next? Where does this story go? Trust me, it's not all pretty. I was able to get Kendra back to her normal size. However, I wasn't able to get those images out of my mind.

During the following weeks, even a hint of sexuality in her presence brought the desire rushing back. At first she found it fun. Whenever we had any private moments, she'd encourage me, and take the opportunity to explore my 'fetish', as she called it. She'd sex-talk me into making her a sizzling smoking busty ten-foot-tall goddess, then she'd make me beg; smother me in giant boobs; or just lay me over her leg and spank me. When she realized how strong the size made her, she started having fun with that too. At one point, she literally held me sitting in the palms of her hands, nine feet off the ground, as she licked and teased me. I felt like I'd died and gone to heaven. Then, as quickly as it had started, it stopped. She abruptly decided these were my twisted fantasies, not hers. Just as I became completely addicted, she became - bored.

"...and how about you mister Ludberry?" I jumped a little out of my seat. The teacher catching me daydreaming out the window. "Can you name some of the Union commanders at the battle of Gettysburg?" I was afraid even to look in her direction. This was the other half of the curse. While it was Kendra I couldn't stop thinking about, teasing me in an enhanced giant sexy form. Those desires, those mental images, had a way of bleeding onto any woman around me. It was a constant struggle to stop it, a struggle I was beginning to lose.

"I, uhm." I looked down to my desk, sheepishly refusing to meet the teacher's gaze. "Custer. And Warren. And... Webster?" I strained, trying to remember the names I'd read in the few hours I could bring myself to study American History a midst all that was happening. I turned to the side, catching the attention of a girl in the next row. She was mouthing something to me. In hindsight it was probably the name of a general. She was probably trying to help, but with my mind on the sex channel, that's not what it looked like. I thought it looked too much like 'i want you', and in that instant she became a little less homely teen, and a little more attractive. I quickly looked back down at my desk.

"That's Webb, not Webster, mister Ludberry. Alexander Webb. Anyone else? Commanders from the battle of Gettysburg?" I let out a sigh of relief, counting the seconds until the bell rang. This is what school life had become. It was an all day torture, endlessly thinking about Kendra, only to have her shun me, refuse me. Ohh, it's not that she wouldn't see me. She just,