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3493 What a neat little doll Ashley! Corrina exclaimed.
Where d you pick it up? Corrina turned the odd little doll around into the light to get a better lo ok at it.
Ruffling a page in her magazine Ashley snuffled. Oh that old thing? I picked it up in Rhodes on vacation with my folks. It s older than dinosaur it I ve been told.
Lemme see it requested Zenobia reaching out her hand for the little statuette. Corrina passed it to her. It does look kinda old she commen ted.
Ashley s little statuette was an odd one. It was clearly a woman although her face wasn t clearly seen. Her head was bent over and her hands were cupping a pair of extremely large full breasts which jutted out through an opening in th e front of the woman s gown.
The atmosphere of female sensuality was completed by the statuette s narrow waist and broad hips. The head was covered by a diadem of six stars each one on its own spur. The effect was one of brooding royalty.
It looks like Jessica Snively! remarked Zenobia and all three girls laughed n ervously. Jessica was the best-developed girl in their eighth grade class at Mon roe Junior High and any mention of large tits was followed by a reference to Jes sica s over-ripe and still developing bust-line.
Zenobia passed the statuette b ack to Ashley who put it on the lamp-stand.
Jessica s tits aren t that big re marked Zenobia.
They re big enough to make Scott Brandon crazy for her taunte d Ashley who knew Zenobia had a crush on the ninth grade star center.
An uninte rested outside observer would never have picked Ashley Monroe Corrina Paglatelli and Zenobia Farad as close friends. They were very different. Ashley Monroe s f amily owned most of the small Ohio town they lived in.
Even though Ashley s fat her was a younger son of a younger son there was plenty of money in the family. Ashley had inherited the Monroe face and coloring; soft straight blonde hair tha t fell to her waist blue eyes thin lips a somewhat long narrow nose.
Like most of the women in her family she was flatchested having sprouted two little bumps on her chest in the sixth grade but there did been no further development in tha t arena. Despite her flat chest Ashley had wide hips and chunky thighs which she attempted to hide with full skirts and long shirtvests. At five-ten Ashley also towered over the other girls and her conceit was that she was only a few leglif ts away from a modeling career.
Although Corrina and Zenobia privately thought Ashley stuck-up they would have defended her to the death to an outsider. Neithe r of them came from a background half as privileged as Ashley s and their friend ship with her gave them a glimpse of the good life they both aspired to.
Corr ina Paglatelli was a red-haired round-faced Italian girl from a large boisterous family. Due to her mother s excellent cooking she tended to a bit of heaviness especially in the hips. She was shorter than Ashley about five-five but prettier with mischievous grey eyes a generous mouth and a merry disposition. Rare for a n Italian girl she was also flat-chested and had a large collection of padded br as she claimed to need to balance out her figure flaws.
Aside from her almost total lack of chest development Corrina didn t have any figure flaws. She had a narrow waist that flared out provocatively into her generous ass muscular hau nches well-sculpted thighs and calves slender ankles and dainty feet.
Much shor ter than the others at five-foot nothing Zenobia Farad was also the prettiest. T he daughter of an Iranian immigrant family Zenobia was beautiful in a dark Middl e-Eastern way with huge black sparkling almond-shaped eyes an even olive complex ion unmarred by blotch or body hair except for the merest hint of a mustache at the corners of her lips. Her thick masses of midnight-black hair fell past her w aist to the bottom of her pleasantly-rounded little ass.
Obsessed with everythi ng American Zenobia had fallen hard for the All-American Scott Brandon as blonde and as typically Mid-western as Zenobia was dark and exotic. She tried every st rategy in her limited repertory to attract Scott s attention; short tight skirts scrupulous attention to fashion swinging from grunge to hip-hop to black-lace-o n-black-Gothic.
There was even an ill-advised hair coloring episode that instea d of turning Zenobia into a striking blonde left her with hair the color and tex ture of Bozo the Clown s.
None of this produced any result whatsoever. Scott Br andon judged women by one pure and un-hypocritical standard; breast size and tru e to this guiding principle he had selected Jessica Snively.
Jessica Snively wa s thirteen overdeveloped and undercontrolled. She came from a poor family. Her f ather drank a lot and her mother had to wash floors to keep her six kids minimal ly clothed. All through grade school the other girls made fun of her faded cloth es her clunky shoes her pale pasty complexion her stringy blonde hair.
However in the sixth grade the tit-fairy waved her magic wand and singled Jessica Snivel y out for special treatment. By the end of the grade school Jessica had grown fr om nothing into a 34-C. The relentless growth of her breasts during her first ye ar in junior high propelled Jessica from her resented status as the butt of ever yone s jokes into the social stratosphere. By the time she had attracted the att ention of the highlyprized Scott Brandon Jessica was sporting an incredible 34-D D.
As the girlfriend of the most popular boy in school the busty Jessica was fi rmly on top of the early adolescent pecking-order. Needless to say she engaged i n a lot of pay-back and relished the power she exercised over girls like Ashley Monroe who despite the wealth and influence of their families couldn t get a boy friend to save their lives.
Zenobia snorted in disgust. That cow! Just cause she s got the biggest boobs in school she thinks...
She **can** have any guy she wants stupid! Corrina finished Zenobia s unfinished thought. Just cause s he s got the one you want doesn t make her bad or evil.
I wish I had big tits Zenobia said aloud. As soon as the words left her mouth the stars on the statu ette s crown flickered briefly then died.
Did you see that? screamed Corrina grabbing the statuette.
See what? asked Ashley peering over her magazine.
W atch demanded Corrina. She closed her eyes and repeated I wish I had great big tits! Once again the tiny jewels in the statuette s crown flared flickered and died.
Jeez maybe the thing s got batteries! shouted Ashley. She grabbed the statuette from Corrina and checked it thoroughly. Finding nothing that could exp lain the flickering lights in the statue s crown she shrugged her shoulders.
G o ahead Ashley say it! Zenobia giggled.
Say what? snorted Ashley looking aro und at the two eager faces staring back at her.
Say what we said! Corrina enc ouraged her. Let s see if it ll light up again!
Ashley took the doll and look ed at it. Nothing special she thought. Just ancient wiring going off somewhere i nside. I wish I had **huge** tits she sneered. The doll flickered and the jewe ls in its crown ignited into a steady white light. The little statue s crown glo wed for about a second then faded.
Well dip me in dog-shit! exclaimed Ashley. The jewels flickered briefly again.
Oh oh said Zenobia I don t think you ou ghta have said that!
Life in the eighth grade can be pretty monotonous especia lly if you are in that delicate social stratum between the most desired most pop ular girls and the absolute dweebs and grendles. Ashley Zenobia and Corrina stuc k together as much from self-preservation as from any genuine affection.
The th ree of them were standing at Corrina s locker when Jessica Snively came saunteri ng up wearing a lowcut pink sweater hat revealed more than an eyeful of her prec ocious assets.
Oh hi there Corrina Zenobia Ashley! she warbled moving her pro digious chest from side to side as if marking out her territory. Are the three of you going to the dance on Friday? Scott s taking me of course. I ll see you t here maybe! and she disappeared in a flash of hair cleavage and cheap perfume.
God what a **bitch**! snarled Zenobia her dark eyes lashing with rage.
She s just stupid Corrina consoled her friend Don t pay any attention to her!
As hley stared down at her own 32AA poking inadequately out from her chest. Betsy Grundy s stupid she remarked but I don t mind her. That little slut Jessica ge ts on my nerves though.
As if to remind them of their subservient status Jessi ca passed them by once more this time with her arms wrapped around Scott the bas ketball center. She was rubbing her substantial breasts all over his arms and Sc ott was smiling a perfectly contented smile. She turned and smiled at Ashley Cor rina and Zenobia as if to say see what you can have if you got what I got.
Zenobia was in science class when she felt something tugging at her back. She t urned around to see if Jimmy Talbot was doing anything nasty to her but Jimmy wa s buried in his textbook.
She felt the tug again as well as a sort of a tightne ss about her chest.
She attempted to adjust her bra under her shirt and was sur prised to find that her bra which was not really a necessity but more of a fashi on had ridden up on her chest. When she tried to pull it back down she could no longer pull her bra back over what felt like two large and growing lumps on her chest. She put her hands over what had been until then a non-existent bust-line and felt two soft rubbery little mounds.
Where had these breasts come from? She pulled her textbook over her other hand so that no one could see her feel herse lf up. She could feel her heartbeat and each time her heart thumped she felt her breast push against her hand as it grew and swelled.
Zenobia pulled her b ook to her chest and feigned interest in the lecture. slowly she felt her breast s expand until they began to press against the book. Her bra was beginning to fe el uncomfortable underneath her cotton shirt. She could feel it stretch slowly u nder the pressure from her growing boobs.
Reaching behind her book Zenobia grab bed her left breast. She was an ample handful now and she could feel the outward expansion continue.
Her straps were beginning to dig into her shoulders now an d the pressure from her inadequate bra was becoming painful.
No one seemed to b e watching her so Zenobia snuck a peek behind her book. what she saw thrilled he r. Her breasts had expanded to about a C-cup. Her 34-A bra was stretched across her growing tits like a piece of string tied across a couple of baseballs. Her s hirt had filled out and now had formed a considerable shelf instead of plunging straight from her shoulder-blades to her waist. Zenobia wondered how long she co uld continue to hide behind her book.
Her burgeoning breasts had just about fil led all the available space and the gaps were starting to show between the butto ns on her shirt. The pain from her too-small bra was quite acute now and she beg an to shift in her seat. What the hell Zenobia thought as she dropped her book t o her desk they are bound to find out sooner or later.
Jeremy Cage the boy sitt ing in the seat next to Zenobia gasped when he saw his classmate s new grapefrui t-sized tits. Wow Zennie! he shouted dope tits!
I could get used to this Ze nobia thought as she leaned back in her seat. All eyes were on her now as her sh irt continued to pull away from her chest. Through the growing gaps between the buttons of her shirt Zenobia could see her new breasts punching out from underne ath and from above her bra which was now a narrow band vainly trying to hold bac k a growing mass of adolescent tit-flesh. With a rending sound the snaps in the front gave way and her newly enlarged breasts bobbled as they sprang out from be hind their restraint to fill the space inside Zenobia s shirt.
Now that her bra no longer covered them Zenobia s dark nipples were visible through the flimsy f abric of the blouse. Zenobia cupped her hands under her breasts. She was more th an a handful now!
R-r-r-rip! The first of the buttons on her shirt pulled away and went clattering away across the classroom floor. Zenobia was really blowing up! Even the teacher had given up trying to lecture as he stood slack-jawed in d isbelief as Zenobia got larger and larger. He had to duck as Zenobia s swelling tits fired another button in his direction.
Only the top and bottom buttons rem ained intact on Zenobia s blouse and new breast-tissue was straining into the gr eat gap left by the two missing buttons. Zenobia stood up causing her now-volley ball-sized tits to jiggle wildly under her shirt.
Holy shit! one boy exclaime d watch out Jessica Snively.
You ve got competition now for sure. Zenobia wig gled and jiggled her way to the front of the class her top button giving up the uneven struggle as she walked out the door.
A couple of days later Corrina and Ashley were standing by their lockers as the new enlarged Zenobia breezed b y. She had Scott Brandon by the arm and Jessica Snively in adoring attendance be hind her. Zenobia saw her old friends standing in the hall. She waved to them an d passed on by. I wonder what gives with her? asked Ashley.
Corrina snorted. I guess she s outgrown us!
Later that afternoon Corrina found herself in a Mo nroe Jr. High cheerleader uniform trying out for the squad. In the middle of bas ketball season Cindy Bouwer had come down with mononucleosis and had left her sp ot on the squad vacant. About twelve girls were trying out for the spot and Corr ina took her place on the bench between Tamika Wilson and Jan Van Dam.
Jan Van Dam leaned over to Corrina. Hey Corrina she asked you stuffing? If you are it s not gonna do you any good.
What do you mean stuffing? replied Corrina indi gnantly. I ain t even wearing a bra today! Corrina wondered what Jan had meant by that remark. She looked down at the front of her borrowed cheerleader s swea ter and saw what looked like two little knobs poking their way out against the h eavy fabric of the sweater. The uniform sweater was a blue V-neck with a white M on the chest and a white V-collar and cuffs. The girls wore white skirts and socks with them and carried blue and white pom-poms.
Corrina reached her hand u p to her chest to brush off a stray piece of pom-pom that had lodged there and f ound to her delight and surprise that she had grown a substantial amount of ches t tissue. She looked over at the other girls. None of them was particularly larg e but they weren t as flat-chested as Corrina was or had been until just then.
She didn t know where the extra tit had come from but she was thankful for it an yway especially at this crucial moment.
Blue and white! fight! fight! Blue and white! Fight! Fight! The candidates were starting their routines now under the watchful eye of Mrs. Prince the cheerleading advisor. Corrina watched the first two girls go through the movements until she felt something tugging at her swea ter.
Her sweater had worked its way up and was now riding above Corrina s waist . When she tried to pull it back into place she noticed with horror that her bre asts which had been practically non-existent that morning were now two orange-si zed mounds jiggling and bouncing away merrily under her borrowed sweater. Their growth had bunched the sweater up in front pulling the bottom of it up over the top of her skirt.
Corrina pulled her pom-poms over her oddly-expanding chest as the third girl got up to cheer. While she was performing Corrina did a little i nvestigating. She was definitely growing. She could feel her breasts push agains t the sweater as they grew. She began to sweat. There were only four girls ahead of her now.
Lowering her pom-poms she snuck a peak. Yup she was bigger all rig ht. Between a B- and a C-cup from the looks of things. The sweater had not been made for a full-chested girl and it was being pulled all out of shape by Corrina s exuberantly expanding boobs.
The third girl sat down and the fourth girl got up to start her routine. Corrina sat in the stands with her pom-poms pressed ti ghtly against her chest repeating the phrase Stop growing! Stop growing! to he rself like a mantra.
Corrina s tits weren t listening to her. By the time the f ourth girl sat they had ballooned to the size of large grapefruit and Corrina s sweater had ridden up past her navel exposing most of her midriff. She tried to pull the fringe of the sweater back down but this had the effect of pushing her big new tits up through the V-neck exposing an imposing amount of newly sprouted cleavage.
The girl next to Jan Van Dam got up to cheer and Corrina wished she could find a hole she could crawl into. She had real knockers by now and pretty soon the pom-poms wouldn t be able to hide them. She could feel the back of the sweater pull tight against her back as her growing swelling tits pushed against the front pudging out through the V-neck on the top. By the time Jan got up to c heer Corrina s sweater was little better than a halter top across her furiously expanding boobs.
The sleeves had worked their way up to her elbows and she had about six inches of cleavage poking through the top of the sweater. The M on t he front of the sweater was practically un-readable as it had been stretched acr oss the vast expanse of Corrina s expanding breasts.
Jan Van Dam sat down. You r turn she said to Corrina.
There was a collective gasp as Corrina stood up to start her routine. Her breasts had exploded to the size of twin basketballs and the bottoms were showing beneath the tormented sweater. Corrina was jiggling li ke a bowl of Jello as she began her routine. Blue and white! Fight! Fight! she yelled jumping and raising the pom-poms over her head.
Her now-enormous breast s heaved skyward as well only marginally restrained by the over-stuffed sweater. Blue and White! Fight! Fight! As she landed it took her tits an extra second to stop their downward motion and return to their original position.
Who fight s? Corrina thrust the pom-poms to the left and was nearly knocked off balance a s her big tits swung with her continuing in the same arc well after she had stop ped turning.
We fight. She repeated the same performance on the right almost losing her footing as the unfamiliar mass of her newly-grown boobs pulled her to o far into the circle.
Corrina thrust the pom-poms over her head and gave on mo re leap. Blue and White! Fight! FIGHT! There was a tremendous ripping sound an d the armpits of the sweater gave way. Corrina s immense breasts exploded out of their restraint and into the faces of the astounded girls.
Ohmigod shrieked Corrina and she tried to grab them. They were too big now for her small hands to do anything but agitate them further. She ran screaming for the shower room.
W atching the performance of Corrina s breasts clearly visible from behind Jan Van Dam turned to Tamika Wilson. We might as well go home now. I think Corrina s m ade the squad if only she can support her team!
The shower room was full of squealing naked eighthgrade girls all with one idea in mind that of hiding th eir an adequacies. The cause of this mass complex was evident. Three extremely w ell-endowed young girls stood like royalty in the center of the shower room. The y were laughing and joking completely oblivious to the psychological devastation they were causing around them.
One girl as equally unspectacular as her mates showered calmly. She was more resentful than envious. Ashley stared at Corrina Z enobia and Jessica in the center of the shower room. Jessica was the smallest. H er breasts were about the size of cantaloupes but they were capped with the most delicate pink little nipples about the size of Pez lozenges. She had almost no areolae whatever.
Zenobia had a great volleyball-sized pair of dusky breasts. S he was lathering them up now and the suds dripped off her plump brown D-battery- sized nipples onto the floor of the shower room and down the drain. The largest of them all was her old friend Corrina whose massive basketball-sized knockers w ith their saucer-sized areolae and shot glass-sized nipples had won her a prized spot on the cheerleading squad. Attendance at the games it was rumored had doub led since she was installed.
Ashley was close enough to hear their conversation . Of course they were talking about boys. Jessica had Scott Brandon back as Zeno bia was now going out with the quarterback from the senior high football team. C orrina had been linked with the son of the owner of the local mattress factory b ut she was saying that she had met a young professor from the local community co llege and was ready to give up on schoolboys for good.
Glumly she walked back t o her locker to dry off. Time was when she would have had a great time laughing and joking with Corrina and Zenobia but they moved in wider circles now propelle d by the astounding growth in their tits. Gently Ashley patted her own 32-AA s d ry but was surprised in that they seemed well fuller than before.
Her breasts w ere growing. Visibly. She watched as they grew from two little bumps under her n ipples to golf ball sized spheres then like two little water balloons attached t o a water faucet they swelled and grew until they were the size of baseballs the n softballs. She was growing and much faster than had either Corrina or Zenobia.
Hey! Lookit this! shouted one girl Ashley s boobs re growing! Soon there w as a small circle of girls crowded into the narrow space between the rows of loc kers staring at Ashley s tits as they continued to grow. Make way make way sho uted Corrina as she and her two companions pushed their way through the seething crowd to get to Ashley. Ashley was as large as Jessica now and her boobs kept g rowing until they reached the bottom of her rib cage.
Hey Ashley! shouted Zen obia this s great. Now you re gonna have big tits too! We can all be friends to gether again!
Ashley bent over to dry her feet. Her expanding tits slapped aga inst the locker door. When she stood back up the girls saw that they reached to her navel and stuck out a good foot from her chest. Why? she asked We were fr iends before you all got so big and mighty. Why should the size of our tits matt er?
Zenobia shrugged her shoulders. I don t know she replied but it does!
Turning too quickly Ashley tit-slapped a thin girl who had moved in too close. Oops sorry she said. She pulled her bra out of the locker and held it up to he r amazing tits. The cups could barely contain Ashley s nipples now as her growin g mams now reached to her waist and stood out about twenty inches from her chest .
The girls stood back giving the rapidly-growing Ashley some room. She draped the miniscule bra over her nowtitanic left tit. This isn t going to help much she said shaking her head.
Corrina! Jessica shouted. Get one of your cheerle ading bras. You re the only one big enough now to help her! Corrina disappeared and returned with one of her cavernous brassieres. Ashley bent over. Her massiv e new tits reached almost to her knees and their amazing bulk overwhelmed even t he capacious cups of Corrina s custom-made 34-R bra. I m getting too big! shou ted Ashley.
She attempted to stand upright again and got her huge breasts wedge d between another girl and the lockers. Help! You re crushing me! I can t breat he! gasped the other girl. The crowd of girls pulled on her arms and legs and m anaged to get her free from the prison of Ashley s growing chair-sized tits.
As hley managed to work her slowly towards the open space at the end of the row of lockers. She had to drag her tits along the ground as they grew. The other girls grabbed hold of her waist pulling her down the corridor as her tits grew and it got harder to pull. Finally with a great crash one of the rows of lockers toppl ed to the ground and Ashley s mammoth tits popped out of the narrow corridor.
A ttempting to drag her bean-bag sized breasts along the concrete floor Ashley mov ed slowly towards the door of the shower room. If she could only get to the open gymnasium she thought she wouldn t have to worry about being stuck again. Grasp ing her purpose the girls all pitched in and helped. There was only the double d oors now standing between Ashley s now-couchsized breasts and freedom.
Struggli ng and straining ten or twelve girls to a breast they managed to get Ashley to t he doorway. They found it impossible to get Ashley through the door in one push so they pulled one Aerostar-sized breast through first then all of them hopped t hrough the rapidly closing opening and pushed Ashley s other mammoth breast thro ugh the door.
The girls dressed rapidly eager to see how much bigger Ashley was going to get. Ashley had finally stopped growing but she lay flat on her back w ith her trucksized tits on either side of her. Zenobia put her hand on her old f riend s nipple. It was larger than a rolled up sleeping bag about three feet lon g and two feet wide.
Corrina s bra had been trapped under the growing girth of Jenny s breasts and had been dragged from the shower room out onto the gym floor by the girls efforts. Corrina picked it up. It looked like a Barbie doll bra n ext to Ashley s mammoth mams.
Suddenly Ashley shot straight up into the air as if she had been lifted by an invisible hand. Her Peterbilt-sized tits dragged ac ross the floor even though she was twenty feet in the air. The girls watched in disbelief as she rose higher and higher crashing through the gymnasium wall on t he south side leaving a room-sized hole.
The girls filed out of the gymnasium j ust in time to see Ashley and her huge tits land in a strange brown mound which had magically appeared in the center of the Monroe Jr. High football field.
Ph ew! exclaimed one girl I can smell it form here! Where did all that dog-shit come from? remarked another. They must have had every dog in the city shittin g for a month to make that mound!
Ashley was removed from the mound of dog-shi t by a crane from the city electrical utility and taken to a hospital warehouse on a double wide flat bed truck. She disappeared from the hospital mysteriously and rumor was that she had been kidnapped by a rich Greek shipping magnate who k ept her hidden on his Astrodomesized estate on an island in the Caribbean.
It w as heard that she regained partial mobility using a special motorized dolly he h ad built for her. By the ninth grade Jessica had filled out a little more but sh e never came close to rivaling Zenobia or Corrina. The three of them were cheerl eaders of course and homecoming court members all the way through junior high an d high school.
Corrina true to her word had stopped dating anyone under twenty- five by the time she was in the ninth grade. One day though she broke her rule a nd went out with a very confident-acting boy from her sophomore geometry class. She let him talk her into the back seat and as she basked in the attention he pa id to her generous breasts she noticed the odd little carving he had mounted on his dashboard.
It was a little old man wearing a six-pronged crown with a littl e jewel at each the end of each horn. His face was hidden as he was bent over su pporting an enormous dick with both hands. Corrina sighed happily and opened her shirt...
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