I was at the local comic shop, indulging one of the many geeky habits I had found to keep my ninteen-year-old libido away from girls. That was when it happened. That was the day I realized how truly dangerous my curse was.
You see I'm a rather unusual individual. I was born underneath the Aurora Borealis, on the first hour, of the first day, of the first month after it shifted polarization. I repeat that story not understanding half of what it means, only having heard it told by my parents hundreds of times. In fact, I never thought much of it until strange things started happening around me. More specifically, strange things happening to girls around me, starting with my neighbor Kendra.
For years we ran around the grassy yards between our houses, tormenting caterpillars, and spraying ourselves with the garden hose. Then, seemingly overnight, something awoke inside me and I started to see Kendra not as my insect finding co-conspirator, but as a girl. In hindsight she had realized it long before I had, cutting out paper hearts and weaving beaded bracelets which she insist I wear. Still, the day I realized it was the day everything changed between us.
Right away, she seemed to gain an invisible power over me. I was smitten. I rushed down to see her each day with a renewed excitement. Instead of thinking the paper hearts and jewelry were dumb and casting them aside, I couldn't get enough of them. Well really, I couldn't get enough of Kendra. She seemed to sense it too. Instead of following me around the yard chasing bugs, she started insisting we head to her room and play games with her dolls. We'd have them make dinner, watch tv, or do pretty much any adult thing we saw our parents do.
I didn't know what was happening. I didn't much care for the dolls, but I'd do just about anything to spend more time around her. Every minute she was near I felt nervous energy tying my stomach in knots. People say it feels like butterflies, but this was more like an anaconda swimming through my innards.
We must have been about twelve years old when she pulled out a ouija board and forced my hand to spell out the word K-I-S-S. She was sly about it. She acted surprised, and talked all about how the spirits must want it. I believed her at the time, but looking back I see how being smitten made me drunk with gullibility. We kissed for the first time that day.
Don't get your hopes up, this was just two innocent kids touching lips and making a big deal out of it. However, I think it was the first time my curse kicked in. Somehow whenever I get turned on by a girl, she gets hotter. Don't ask me how or why. Maybe it was all that Aurora Borealis crap, maybe not. However, after that first kiss, Kendra seemed a bit...different. Those girly nuances that lit up the butterflies in my stomach seemed instantly more noticeable. I know what you're thinking. You're thinking my mind got the better of me, that the kiss just got under my skin. I thought the same thing at the time. Trust me when I tell you that in hindsight, that was the day it started.
It was months before I saw the connection and thankfully years before Kendra did. We were sixteen, and she was pushing boundaries like girls do when they have a smitten puppy dog boy as their best friend. She shared a story about some older kids playing a new game called 'up and down'. Once she finished explaining that this game involved her putting her hands down my pants, and me putting my hands up he shirt, I didn't much care where she got it -- I was ready and willing.
We maneuvered up close to each other on the floor of her bedroom. She prodded me to go first, and with as much gusto as a scared prairie dog, I slipped my hands up her waiting shirt. She had only the merest of ladybumps at the time, wrapped in a thin training bra. However, they were more than enough to get me excited. Meanwhile, Kendra was on a mission. She had already unbuttoned my pants and fumbled her fingers around my little soldier as it engorged with blood. I knew my curse would kick in and watched for the changes, in case I neded to rush out of there in a hurry.
Sure enough, her childhood cheeks become just a little less puffy, her teeth just a little straighter. What I didn't expect was the change I felt up her shirt. Her breasts actually swelled a little bit in my hands. It wasn't much, but it was enough to be noticeable, not only to me, but to her too. I still remember how loudly she shrieked -- half surprise, half joy. I also remember being glad her parents were not home at the time. I tried to deny noticing anything, but I didn't have even a lick of poker face. Eventually she wore me down, and I confessed what I knew.
For years I had been whipped into being Kendra's puppy dog, but that day she was juiced into becoming my addict. Each following day she practically forced me to feel her up while she awkwardly rummaged around down my pants. We kissed a bunch too, with tongue.
Weeks later, I had left a little boy behind to become a horny adolescent teen. My curse only worked a little each day, and a couple weeks later Kendra was pleased with her small yet noticeable breasts. It's hard to remember what the other changes were so many years later, but I remember her hair seeming more lustrous, and her shoulders and legs becoming more slender and feminine.
She got control of her addiction after overhearing her parents wondering if her shockingly quick development was normal or if they should take her to a doctor. It scared her into stopping for a while, but that was certainly not the last time Kendra came to me with less than honorable intentions. For my part I confessed I was happy to aide her quest for female perfection, just so long as she never told anyone, and as far as I know, she never has.
I could go on and on about Kendra - and let me tell you the stories only get more juicy from there - but I meant to explain that day at the comic book store.
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Over the years, I'd learned this strange gift of mine was really a curse. Once my teen male libido kicked into overdrive, it no longer took intimate contact to get me excited about an attractive girl. All it took was a racy joke, clothing cut a little too short, or sometimes just the wind blowing the wrong direction. It happened while watching tv, it happened at the mall, it even happened while sitting in class at school. Each time my curse would kick in, making a nearby girl more attractive.
The best I could think to do was spread the effects around, so as for it not to be too noticeable. Which I did a pretty good job of, except for maybe Ms. Simmons, my 11th grade Spanish teacher. It was no accident that she was 'discovered' and left teaching to pursue a modeling career. But that's another story.
The comic book store became one of my safe-havens. I felt safe among the dorky little comic-book collecting boys and even dorkier comic-book collecting men. It was a place I could go where I was pretty sure not to be riled up by anything. However, that day I wasn't thinking, and I let myself satisfy my curiosity about something.
I was a bit self-conscious, but nobody so much as raised an eyebrow when I ventured into the adults only section. I was a male teen checking out what is basically a bunch of overly sexy cartoon chicks put into whimsically exposing situations. I admit, I was into it. Being turned on by actual women came with the constant stress of my curse. In comparison, spending some of that energy on sexy heroins that were merely ink on a page seemed like it would do me some good. What I didn't see was the unintended consequences.
I flipped through a few comics that seemed like playmate photo-shoot meets Marvel super-heroins. They were all in Japanese, so I couldn't tell exactly what was happening, but it didn't seem to matter. Somewhere near the middle, the busty super-heroin with her chest popping out of her outfit saved some wimpy geeky looking guy from sudden death, and then by the end they were showing off their super-power laiden naked ta-tas to someone for some reason. I liked the drawings of impossibly proportioned women, but sometimes they seemed more silly than sexy.
Absently flipping a few pages of another comic, I stumbled upon something that caught me entirely off-guard. In the first panel, a sexy woman in a lab coat was holding some kind of glowing stone, surrounded by her male counterparts. As the page progressed, her body grew, a little more up-top than elsewhere, incrementally bursting out of her clothes as she proceeded to tower over the men. It was again in Japanese, so I had no idea what they were saying in the call-outs. However, I recognized the sultry sexy look in her eye as she pulled one of them in, face-planting him against a half-naked breast bigger than his head.
After taking a moment to adjust and hide my reaction, I excitedly turned the page to find her growth hadn't stopped. The man was barely more than waist high, and she had bent over to keep him sucking away at her nipple. Her clothing had long since lost the battle it was fighting, leaving most of her body naked and bare. The other men stared at her in shock, subtle cues showing their arousal. A few more panels, and she had a hand on one of their cocks, while two others were depicted pants-down jumping up behind her -- trying fruitlessly to get their erections up high enough to enter her from behind.
It was the most genuinely turned on I had allowed myself to be in a long time, and for a moment I smiled satisfaction at my ingenuity. I could enjoy being turned on by this comic book heroin without anyone being harmed by my curse. I closed the pages and headed towards the cash register.
Halfway there I turned away in shock. Somehow, today of all days, instead of a decidedly geeky kid working the register, it was staffed by a half-cute girl! I hadn't noticed her before. Should I abort? Leave out the front door? That would be awkward. I could handle this. I took care to calm my state by watching geeky boys wander the store, I was confident my entire excitement had subsided. I turned and re-approached.
By the time I tossed the stack onto the counter, I was so concerned with not becoming excited by the girl behind the counter, I had forgotten about the sexy issue lurking beneath. The young woman was cute in a geeky sort of way, but certainly not sexy. She wordlessly rang up my stack, and I kept my composure, until the dangerous cover came into view. The same sexy character I'd seen bursting out of her clothes was depicted mid-transformation, breasts bursting, surrounded by men two-thirds her height. The clerk smirked, raised her eyebrows, and failed to stop her whimper of surprise as she reached for the comic. In that moment she made deliberate eye contact with me, her look suggesting I'd surprised, maybe even impressed her. She noticed me, and I noticed her. That's when I knew I was in trouble.
I saw it start to happen immediately, the soft lines of her face and pudgy arms started to slender and trim. She'd appreciate the changes, but it wasn't going to end there. The comic images had ignited something in my mind, and a moment later I realized the clerk wasn't just more attractive, she was taller! It was subtle at first, but by the time she had bagged my purchases and read the total off the register, she had grown at least an inch and a half. I still remember how my hands shook as I tried to get cash out of my wallet.
I had to get out of there. I should of just turned and run, but part of me was drawn to what was happening. As I offered payment across the counter, the clerk wasn't looking at me, but at herself, and I could see why. Her breasts were suddenly straining against the fabric of her own shirt, and she had grown at least two inches taller. When her attention did turn back to me, she did a bad job hiding a silly grin. Her hand vacantly took my money, running the cash register as if on autopilot. Meanwhile, she stared straight into my eyes, and said something about seeing me in the store before.
I was too anxious about the possibility of her top busting open in another spurt of growth to hear the words. I just smiled blanky at her, wanting to get out of there but unable to will my feet to move. Without a response, she did what any clerk would do after a successfully completed transaction, she graciously thanked me and sat back into her chair. I'd learned long ago that whatever powers-that-be had provided me this curse had given it some kind of automatic shut-off valve, and I hoped it had already tripped. That said, I didn't want to push my luck, so I headed for the door.
On the way out, I could see another patron staring up towards the register. Turning back, the clerk was shifting about in her chair, looking a little uncomfortable - no doubt because things didn't feel the same to her as they did moments before. To her, everything was suddenly different. None of her clothes fit right, the chair must have seemed the wrong size. From across the room the result didn't appear so obvious. It just looked like she had dressed a bit on the slutty side - something she had most certainly not done. After lingering for one last lecherous gaze at her new proportions, I high tailed it out of there.
Now at this point you probably don't understand why this new development is so dangerous. You probably still don't understand why I consider my unusual effect on women a curse. Trust me. If you had to live with it like I have, if you had to endure the results, you would. Just because these women get insanely hot because of me doesn't mean I have the confidence to approach them. Nor does it mean they would give the time of day if I did.
Think of every crush you have ever had. Then think of her becoming more attractive, more confident, and more sexy in a matter of minutes, literally right before your eyes. You think you have trouble getting over your nerves and talking to that 8/10? Wait until she's a 12/10. I'm telling you it's a curse, and the most troublesome part of this curse is the one girl who knows about it. Kendra.
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My head was spinning during the drive home. I had spent years perfecting the craft of avoiding attraction and sexual excitement as much as I could. Math team and the comic book store were only the beginning. Playing baseball, the local pool hall, and the library were all great places to avoid any semblance of female flirtation. What I couldn't avoid, I carefully channeled into a nearby deserving soul, usually none the wiser that she had ended the day more attractive than she started. The comic book incident created a whole new problem. It would be much harder to hide my curse if women were growing taller and bursting out of their clothes around me.
Soon I was heading off to college. As much as this sounds like some kind of awesome movie about a college boy with the power to light up a frat party, trust me, it would be chaos. I had to find a solution, and I had to find it fast. I briefly considered joining a monastery to become a monk, hoping a few years of meditation would give me the mind-over-matter ability to control it. But what teenage boy wants to live in isolation?
I needed time to think. As I pulled my car into the driveway, all I could think to do was hold up in my room until I had a better idea. It turns out, that wouldn't be so easy. Making my way for the front-door, I spotted my neighbor Kendra notice me through her window. She immediately jumped up, and I knew exactly where she was headed -- to come see me.
Now, I've told you a little about Kendra, but mostly from when we were just kids. Back then we were innocent, exploring our first experiences with the opposite sex, with a little added bonus for her on the side. I also told you Kendra has faithfully kept my secret, so far as I know. What I haven't told you is how far she goes to get a little dose of her favorite drug, whether I want to dish it our or not. Seeing Kendra was the last thing I needed at that moment. I picked up my pace, and after rushing through the front door, ran to my room, locked the door, and sat firmly against it.
It wasn't long before I heard her making her way into the house and up the stairs. I expected her to. We had lived as neighbors our whole lives. She knew exactly where the spare keys were, and more-so, we had each been treated like family in each others homes for as long as I could remember. I heard her step up to my door and pause for a moment before knocking on it.
"Ohh Caden. I know you're in there. Come on, open up. I haven't seen an opportunity for over two weeks." The word 'opportunity' is how she casually referred to a chance to get her fix. It was a real problem, as sometimes she'd make innuendo right in front of my parents, causing more than one uncomfortable moment for me. However, she much preferred when my parents were not home. It gave her the freedom to torment and tease me until she noticed even the smallest of improvements to her already jaw-dropping, traffic-stopping perfect body.
Ohh right, I haven't had the chance to tell you about that yet either. I really shouldn't have to spell it out; it should be obvious. Kendra's had my attention since childhood. She knows my secret. She's been using it to her advantage for over three years. The girl is inhumanly gorgeous. As soon as she gets out of high-school she's sure to model, act, dance, strip, marry rich, or one of the many other things girls do when their body is ten times more attractive than the norm. Everyone thinks she just 'developed well' in high school. Only her and I know the truth. I called back to her through the door. "Kendra, now is really not a good time."
"On the contrary. Now is a *very* good time." I knew that lilt in her voice. She wanted to play, and she could be very convincing. "Our parents are off at that art fund-raiser-thing, and won't be back for *hours*. I've been reading up on that trick you liked from last time. Trust me, you don't want to miss out on what I'd like to try. Now be a good boy and open the door."
It wasn't that I didn't want to. My sexual encounters with Kendra were the only time I could truly relax, the only time I wasn't worried about being found out. However, given what had just happened at the comic book store, it didn't seem like a very good idea. "Kendra, you're my best friend in the world. Trust me when I tell you this is not a good time. For your own good." I regretted adding that last bit on there as soon as it came out. Kendra always enjoyed a challenge.
"Oh *really*. Now I'm definitely not going anywhere. We share *everything*. Open up, so you can tell my perfect ass and my perfect tits just what's going on, they want to know." She did that when she wanted to get under my skin, personified her body parts, talked about how perfect they were. Maybe she did it to pretend they weren't created by my curse, or maybe she did it because they were. I heard her fingers rap gently on the door.
"You *know* I don't even need to come in there to get what I want. I do it for *you*, Caden, and for *them*. My tight little ass and chiseled abs miss your hands rubbing all over them." I realized she was right. Not about her body parts missing me, but about how she didn't need to come in. In a minute, she'd get me riled up enough to affect her body without me even opening the door. She'd done it before. Once, she did it over dinner with my parents. I'd have to block her out. I looked around the room frantically. Headphones? Maybe it would work.
The door creaked as she pushed against it. "I'm rubbing my tits against your door, Caden. Wouldn't you rather open up? Surely you have something better I could rub up against?" I hesitated. Why? Maybe because I've always been wrapped around her little finger. Maybe because I wanted what was about to happen next. To this day I will never know. All I know is I did.
Her voice hushed to a whisper. "Caden, imagine me naked. Your perfect little sex toy could be in there right now for you to play with." I was a gonner. Frozen. Of course I wanted it. What adolescent male wouldn't want the picture of female perfection that was Kendra.
"Wouldn't you rather continue this conversation with me in there licking your cock? Mmmmm." I considered protesting once more, but the battle was already lost. I had her image in my mind, or at least the best version of it I could conjure. My erection had a mind of it's own, and it wanted what she was offering. I stood, preparing to open the door, hoping I could prevent my little incident at the comic book store from repeating itself.
I remember feeling weak in the knees, swinging the door open to see her. It's hard to explain exactly how hot and sexy Kendra was, especially when she wanted to play. Imagine the sexiest tv character, in their sexiest moment. Primped for the camera and caught at just the right angle to make them look perfect. That's what Kendra was like, in real life, from every angle.
The curse wasn't all roses for her either. The more attractive she had become, the more her father ignored her. I guess I can understand. It was probably less uncomfortable for him to block her out than feel sexually attracted to his own daughter. At school, male teachers couldn't finish sentences when trying to talk to her directly. I felt guilty watching it happen, knowing my hand in causing it. That, and she had three different senior guys competing for her, with full knowledge she was fucking the other two and me. That is the kind of hot that is Kendra. Somehow that still fails to describe it.
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Standing outside my door, Kendra was wearing a simple white t-shirt, tiny jean shorts, and sandals. I could see immediately that my worst fears were in motion. She was already two inches taller than normal, and her tits were puffed in a shape that was just a bit less tight-perfect-body and a bit more va-va-va-voom. She walked through the door, her first acknowledgement of the changes a subtle mention as she passed, "for my own good, huh?"
She strode up to my mirror, inspecting her body for a moment. She must have decided she approved, because she made no motion to cut out her sexy act. She pointed a hand towards the edge of my bed, and I followed her suggestion, sitting there as she met me. I remember how radiant she looked as she laced her fingers into my hair. "This is a big change. So tell me. What brought it on?"
Before that day, the results of our escapades had become more and more subtle. Each time, I could barely notice the changes in her. She had seemed to be slowly approaching some female ideal I held in my mind, an ideal she was happy to move each little bit closer to. When she walked through that door, she had changed more in five minutes than she had in the last year, and I knew exactly why. "It was because of a comic book. A sexy adult comic book. I did warn you."
"That you did - with a tall busty heroin no doubt." She reached down, taking my hands from her hips and pressing them onto her chest. I could feel she had nothing on underneath. "Well go ahead. They want to know. Are they as big as the tits you saw in your dirty little comic?" She had trapped me. Kendra was perfect in every way, but not like the surreal character I'd seen. Again, I hesitated, and it cost me. "They are not. Interesting." She knelt down, her hands starting to unbuckle my pants.
"Tell me more about this heroin. Maybe I'd like to be more like her." She reached her hand in, peeling my underwear away until she had my bare erect cock in her hands. She started by just rubbing her fingers slowly against the head. "You can start with her tits. How big are they?" Without my saying a word, the shape in her shirt swelled slightly. Fabric that had been loose fitting stretched tight around her larger bosom. Down the front a hint of cleavage was visible. The changes were fast, and very obvious to both of us. "Wow. Now are they like hers?"
Kendra had started out perfect, and these changes were adding an edge of sultry, almost torrid appeal I had never imagined. I didn't know how to respond. I don't remember speaking, I merely cocked my head to the side quizzically. Kendra seemed to get my meaning.
"My my. Did Caden get turned on by some huge comic book titties?" The way she put it made me feel like I was caught with my hands in the cookie jar. "You're cheeks look cute all rosy. She must really excite you." This was one of Kendra's more annoying skills. The ability to hone in and push a person's buttons. "Not as much as Kendra does though, right?" I shook my head.
"Good boy," she leaned her head down into my lap. I remember her tongue against my cock, gently rubbing me side to side for nearly a minute, the sensation divine and frustrating at the same time. When she pulled away, she inspected herself, pouting when she didn't notice any more change. "Awww. I bet you can give me a little more than that." This was another part of her game, always trying to push for a little more juice from my curse. "While I lick your cock, you're going to tell me *all* about her. Okay?"
I didn't have time to even nod before her head was back in my lap, her tongue gently tasting and licking me. "S-She wa-wa-s in a lo-o-ng lab coat." It was hard to get out even a single sentence with the rough feeling of her tongue tracing around my cock. "There wa-wa-s a glo-wing sta-sta-stone. It made her ba-ba-ba-bigger." Thinking about the comic, I could see Kenda's shoulders widen just a tiny bit. At the time I thought my curse was spent, and her change was nearly completed. Sensations overtook me, and stopped telling the story. A minute later her tongue left me.
"Is my tongue on your cock too distracting? You're telling me about a stone, but not much about the character you lusted after." She looked around the room, spotting the stack of comics just a short distance away on my nightstand. While adeptly keeping one hand rubbing my cock, she reached over, pulling it to her. Before I knew it she had shuffled through the comics with her free hand, producing the dangerous one. "Well, let's see what we have here."
"N-n-no," I reached out, grabbing the comic from her, while careful not to disturb her stroking. "It'sss pri-i-i-va-te, an' da-dang-erous." Her hand immediately left my cock in disapproval.
"That is not the deal." She stood up, already seeming a little bit taller than she had before. "The deal is, I lick your cock and you tell me all about your little comic book infatuation." She looked towards the mirror, checking herself out again. "If you like, I can stop right now. I already got more than I came for. Do you really want me to leave you so, unsatisfied?" She stared down at my raging hard-on, her hand dragging across her abdomen suggestively.
"N-n-no, please st-ay." I shook my head a spastic manner. At that point, I don't think I had any free will. I would have done anything to get her to continue. She just looked at me expectantly, not budging.
"I'll show you mine, if you show me yours." She tugged at the bottom of her shirt. My hands were trembling. I had no will left to resist. I opened the comic, flipping until I found the scene that had started all the trouble. Seeing the page, seeing Kendra, suddenly I realized something odd. She was standing in nearly the same pose as the third panel. It caused me to double-take more than once as my mind playing tricks, noticing similarities, making similarities. By the time I realized what I had done, it was too late. Kendra's top had ridden up well past her belly button, both from her inflating bustline and her ratcheting height. She towered over me now, and I knew she would even if I was standing.
"For my own good huh? Oww..." She looked down to where her shorts were digging into her hips, unbuttoning them to make room. Then she snatched the comic out of my hands. "Let me see that!" I didn't bother trying to stop her. Her reach was now so long it was hardly an effort for her. I thought about what she was seeing as she inspected the page, fueling her body to expand even further. Finally, she finished, and her finger motioned me off the bed.
"Stand up little Caden." As I did, my pants awkwardly dropped, my cock sticking out between us. She was more than a head taller, and she was still growing. Her tits were huge, straining the shirt so far her nipples and aureolas were clearly visible through it. "Doctor, can you believe it? The magic stone worked!" Her voice was thick with melodrama. It was obvious she was reenacting a panel from the comic strip.
"Oh no! I don't think my shirt is going to contain these much longer." She rolled her shoulders back, pronouncing her chest and straining the fabric as she continued to grow. Still, her t-shirt was surprisingly resilient. It tore under the arms, but even after it rode up so far it barely covered her breasts, it was still mostly in-tact. Realizing this wasn't a comic book and she needed to improvise, her hands inched up the fabric until a quarter of each giant naked orb was exposed.
"Doctor quick, give me your hands!" Her prompting was silly, but the results were not. She placed my hands around just one of her massive new tits. It was directly across from my head, and easily bigger than it. I became even more aware of it's size as she pulled me in, smashing my lips against her. "Wow Caden, they are really sensitive now." I took that as a hint, and sucked harder, which she audibly responded to. She held me there for a minute or so, until her tit rose so high it pulled out of my mouth.
She giggled before bending down, offering it back to my lips. Her shirt had finally failed, only the neckline intact. However, her bare breast wasn't the only thing growing, every part of her was bigger, and her leaning down only enhanced the effect. Her hand felt huge in my hair, her shoulders were inhumanly broad, and her giant head was beside mine, hair falling onto me. I reached for her, grasping the edges of her back as I pulled myself into her massive tit.
"Is this what you wanted?" Her voice was a raspy whisper, lips only inches above my ear. "Super-size Kendra to jack you off?" I felt oversize fingers find my cock, rubbing and twisting me down below. "Mmmm. You feel so little and tasty." Her other hand caressed down my back, tugging my underwear down before palming one side of my ass.
As I think back on it, the growing comic book vixen is a sexy footnote in my memory compared to Kendra growing and handling me. As she stood there stroking me, I still remember feeling her body widen, her growing tits pressing into my reaching arms. At some point my grasp failed, and my fingers slipped off her back. My hands fell to her hips, which were then chest high and rising. As she stroked me, her grasp of my butt continued to expand, until I felt her palming my entire bottom. Some of it is a blur, but I remember clearly what happened next.
"Come here my little toy, before I run out of headroom." I didn't see what was coming until my feet left the ground. She had one hand under my butt, and one at my back, as she turned and sat down on my bed, causing it to creak and groan. The way she held me in her extended arms was surreal as she effortlessly brought me to straddle one leg. One of her huge tits was square in front of me as I looked up at her beautiful face, now double it's normal size.
"This is what you wanted isn't it? A titty as big as you are. Enjoy it little Caden." I felt her huge hand on my back, and before I knew it my chest and face were both being smothered into the biggest tit that had ever existed as far as I knew. The fingertips of her other hand fingered, and somewhat awkwardly stroked my cock. Still, with all the excitement of this evening, it didn't take much. Just a few proper strokes and I came, bucking a little bit on her thigh in the process. "There you go baby. Let it all out." Her fingers kept stroking me, while she held my body against that giant breast. I'll never forget anything about it.
"Okay Caden, I've given you your fun." She wiped her hand on my bed sheet before grasping under my arms, forcing me upright and off her body . "Now unless you want your parents to learn about your 'curse' by meeting your deviant sexual fantasy in the flesh, I'd prefer something a bit more socially acceptable." With a sense of post-coital calm setting over me, I could see her point. I rummaged over the events in my mind, realizing for the first time that the effects of the curse might be a bit more in my control then I had ever realized.
I started by trying to concentrate hard, staring at her and willing her back to normal, which didn't work at all. Even so recently spent, straddling a thigh and staring at two naked breasts, each of which were wider than my body, was starting to have an arousing effect on me. After a minute or two, she seemed to grow impatient, her face frowning as she noticed the budding renewal of my erection.
"Please don't embarrass us both, Caden. However, exciting this is for you, this is not my idea of female perfection." Her chastising did a good job shutting down my excitement, but nothing for her appearance. I closed my eyes, and tried to picture her - the way she was before. I could feel nothing was happening.
"I don't know, Kendra, I'm not sure I *can* get you back to normal." I looked back up at her to see a suspicious look of distaste. "I think this happened because of that image in my head. I'm trying to block it out - trying to imagine your old self - and it's just not working." I puzzled through what I knew of my curse, thinking about past events, vocalizing my conclusion. "We might have opened Pandora's Box. It only works when I'm excited, and ..."
Rather than finish the sentence, my mind took a leering look down at her body, wordlessly trying to admit that right now she was probably the most erotic thing I'd ever seen. "Ohh right, of course." Her voice was oddly optimistic, not a hint of impatience. She proceeded like I had just given her the missing page to the manual on how to operate my mysterious curse. "Close your eyes, Caden." As I did, she lifted me, standing me between her legs.
I put my hands down on her huge thighs, only to have them quickly brushed off. "No, No. I you want this to work, no touching. Picture me the last time we had an opportunity. In that cute red-sundress." I could still sense her proximity, the breathy exhale from her leaning close to my ear, the heat from her body around me. "Remember when I tried to tackle you in my bedroom? Even with me hanging on your neck, you continued to the bed and tossed me onto it. You are so big and strong, Caden."
Every moment with Kendra was hard to forget. Though I was able to toss her onto the bed more because she hardly weighed anything, years of my curse having gifted her with an impossibly petite figure. When she had righted herself, an out of place strap of her dress had caught my eye, and she'd immediately pulled at it. With my eyes still closed, I heard her repeat the badly-play-acted words she'd used that day. "Ohh sir, please don't hurt me. I'll do anything you want." I grabbed onto the memory, remembering her ease the top of her sundress down. If you haven't noticed yet, Kendra is big on theater.
"Think about what happened next. Remember my dress inching down my *perfect* *little* *body*." It had actually come as a surprise at the time. Kendra was so hot and cold with me I never knew what to expect. One day she'd busily send me off because she 'had better things to do', another day she'd jump my bones. "You remember what you wanted, what you begged for, what I gave you?" Her fingers quickly found my budding erection. "You want it right now don't you? Tell me how perfect I looked that day. Show me how perfect I looked that day, and beg me for it."
If any blood had been able to reach my brain at that point, I probably would have been frustrated at how easily she could push my buttons. Instead, I could only think about one thing. Kendra was insanely good with her tongue, and she knew it. I wanted it on me. My lips moved without thought. "God, Kendra, your body was perfect. So perfect." If she wanted it, then I wanted her to have it. "Please, please take a little taste." I hoped her plan was working, because I desperately wanted what she was offering. A moment later I got something else entirely, as she let go of my cock and pushed me away.
"Alright big boy. Cold shower before you cause any more trouble." When I opened my eyes, she was completely back to how I had pictured her. A moment later, she was slipping on her shorts and borrowing a shirt from my dresser, hers having been previously torn to shreds. I remember standing there stunned, Kendra discarding me as soon as she had what she wanted.
Then, as abruptly as she had arrived, she left.