"Luck of the Irish"
by Mastophilus
Copyright March, 1997

Masto's Musings:
	I'll give you the content warning right up front before I
discuss any other part of the story. This short story features graphic
sexual scenes of a wide variety. Many of you will be pleased to learn
- and are expecting - that scenes of breast enlargement figure 
prominently. Also in the story are more "standard" male-female sex 
scenes, as well as some female-female and female masturbation. Copious
amounts of various body fluids fly around as well.  In addition to the
usual pornographic descriptions, I've also tried to include some 
romance and general mushy stuff that might appeal to the more 
"sensitive" reader.
	From a more technical standpoint, I have made this story 
available in .rtf and .txt formats. The .rtf document (which you
are reading now), uses italics for emphasis and internal character
dialog. The .txt version uses splats (*) and single quotes for those
two effects, respectively. Some of you may have seen a .doc version of
"Luck of the Irish". It's the same story with a few errors in it that
I have since corrected. Who knows? Maybe it'll be worth a pound of
breast flesh some day.
	Finally, this damn story took forever to put together. I got the
idea back around Christmas of 1995, and had hoped to release it in 
time for St. Patrick's Day (March 17) of 1996. Things didn't work out
that way. In fact, it wasn't until February of 1997 that the story 
finally jelled in my head after floating around upstairs for more than
a year. So finally, either in your hands or on the screen in front of
you is "Luck of the Irish" - almost exactly one year late and 
substantially different from the idea I had oh so long ago now.
	I really hope you enjoy it. Feel free to send any comments to me
at: phoenix@crown.icongrp.com. Since I get lots of e-mail, be sure 
to mention somewhere in your message that your post is about "Luck of
the Irish".
	Thanks, and take care of yourself.

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	"I'm sorry; what did you say?"
	Stephanie silently sighed through her nose, then repeated her 
question, fighting to be heard over the background noise of the daily 
bustle of the cafeteria.
	"I said, 'Have you asked anyone to Turnabout?'"
	"Oh. No, not yet."
	"Well, you'd better hurry. You have to buy your tickets by this 
Friday." Stephanie pointed to a table across the room where a member 
of the student council was collecting $25 per couple for next 
Saturday's Turnabout Dance. Erin turned toward the activity where a 
small line had formed. In the line she recognized people from her
classes, the school socialites, athletes, cheerleaders, people who 
actually had a social life.
	"Are you going?" inquired Erin.
	"Yeah. I'm going with Steve Denton. We're just going as 
friends."
	"I see."
	"Erin, why don't you ask Koz? You two have been friends for 
years. Besides, you told me you have a crush on him, and he is 
pretty cute."
	Erin giggled at the suggestive tone her friend took as she tried
to make her case. Steph was right; she did have a crush on Rob 
Kozlowski. She had one since the seventh grade. While they "hung out"
together occasionally, they were never "going out". Rob had never 
asked her out, and Erin had never mustered up the courage to ask him herself.
	Their concentration was interrupted by a sudden burst of raucous
laughter from the other side of the cafeteria. The girls turned to 
face the gathering of some of the school's more famous athletes and 
the cheerleaders that adored them.
	"Ryan Patz is over there. I've heard his penis is ten inches 
long and as thick as your wrist," Steph offered, bursting into 
laughter as she finished her statement.
	"Stephanie!" Erin blushed with embarrassment .
	"Oh, come on! You're going to be seventeen next Saturday. Did 
you know that boys and girls are different, Erin?" kidded Steph. "You
see -" Steph suddenly stopped as she looked up and waved at someone 
behind Erin. As Erin turned, she saw Koz nodding his head in 
acknowledgment and heading toward their table.
	"Hi, guys," said Koz, as he laid his tray on the table and 
pulled up a chair. "Wow, Erin, what happened? Your face is almost the
same color as your hair."
	"Erin just learned a little bit more about male anatomy."
	"Uh, huh," replied Koz, as Erin glared across the table at 
Steph.
	"Are you going to Turnabout, Koz?" asked Steph, winking at Erin.
	"Um, I'd like to, but...uh...nobody's asked me."
	Erin suddenly jumped in her seat as she felt someone kick her 
under the table. Leveling a glance at Steph, she saw her good friend's
eyes encouraging her on.
	All right, she thought, just to get her off my back. "Would
you, uh, like to go with me, Koz?" She felt her face starting to 
flush, her ears warming, her pulse at least one-twenty. Suddenly, a
panicked thought crossed her mind. What if he thinks- "Um, we can go
as just friends. I mean, if that's okay with you. I mean, I like you,
but, you know, I'm not...you know."
	Koz gently smiled back and nodded. "Yeah, I know. Just friends.
That's cool."
	The two gazed at each other for an eternal second. Koz then 
dropped his glance to his watch and stood up. "Uh, oh. Shit! I've got
that chemistry test in fifteen minutes. I'd better review. See y'all 
later." Erin watched as Koz left the cafeteria, her heart having 
slowed somewhat, but still racing. She turned to face Steph, who was 
staring at her and giggling uncontrollably.
	"What's so funny?" demanded Erin, somewhat defensively.
	"You, silly! 'Oh, Koz!'" she mimicked, feigning a swoon. "Man,
I knew you liked him, but I didn't realize he made you that wet! You
couldn't even get a complete sentence out!"
	Sighing in frustration at Steph's sexual innuendo, Erin 
rationalized, "Damn, Steph, I'm not wet! I'm just a little..."
	"Aroused? Turned on? Horny?"
	"...nervous. And shy. You know me, I'm not like Misty Rose and 
her cheerleader buddies: boobs out to here and sleeping with half the 
football team at those orgies they have every Saturday night. I'm more
...mature. I have more important things to worry about."
	"Oh, lighten up. You really need to get out more. At least 
you're going to Turnabout, which is on your seventeenth birthday, 
which is on St. Patrick's Day of all things. All I can say, girl, is 
that your dress better be green! Go without a bra, too. Get it? Erin-
go-bra-less!"
	"Not that I need one anyway. I think Koz has bigger boobs than I
do."
	"Oh, who cares?"
	"Right," asserted Erin, albeit with false bravado, "who needs 
tits anyway?"

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	Joan McCafferty looked up from the pots in the sink when she 
heard the front door close.
	"Erin, sweetie, is that you?"
	"Yes, mother; it's me."
	"Okay. Stay right there, honey. I've got a surprise for you."
	Erin waited patiently in the living room. She saw her mother 
walk down the hall and into her sewing room. Moments later, she 
emerged with a white sweater.
	"Here you go, honey, I just finished it this morning!" Joan 
proudly displayed her handiwork to her only daughter. "Consider it one
of your birthday presents, except a week or so early."
	"It's nice, mother." Erin pulled the sweater on and looked down
at herself.
	"Um, mom, is this sweater for me or for you? It's awfully big in
the chest for me."
	"Oh, don't worry! You're young; you'll -"
	"I know, I'll grow into it." Erin shook her head in amusement. 
Even though Erin wore a 34A bra, her mother knitted sweaters as if her
daughter were built like Dolly Parton. For quite some time, Joan had 
insisted that Erin would eventually fill out, that all girls on her 
side of the family blossomed into shapely women in their own time. 
Erin had believed her, too, once upon a time, but no more. She had 
come to accept that she probably had as much breast tissue now as 
she ever would.
	"So, anything interesting happen at school today?"
	"Yeah, I asked K- I mean, Rob- to Turnabout. I'm going to need a
dress."
	"Oh, how wonderful! When is the dance?"
	"Next Saturday. My birthday."
	"Oh," Joan looked a little distressed. "I made reservations for 
us for Cafe Florentia for Saturday night, what with your father out of
the country on business for two weeks. No problem, I'll just 
reschedule for Friday, if that's okay with you. It is your birthday, 
after all."
	"Friday will be great, mother," reassured Erin.
	"Okay. So! What did you have in mind for a dress?"
	"Hmm..." Erin thought back to her lunch with Stephanie. 
"Something green, to go with the holiday. Something feminine, but not
too sexy or revealing-"
	"Good," Joan sternly interjected.
	"Do you think we could do silk or satin? I was thinking of 
something kind of light and breezy." Erin could feel the excitement 
and romanticism building in her. She was going to look beautiful...
	"I'm not...well, it is your first dance, and your first real 
date..."
	"I know, mother." Erin didn't need her mother to remind her how
pathetically non-existent her social life was.
	"And it is your seventeenth birthday. Okay. Why not?"
	"And, um, I'd like to make the dress myself, mother. Is that 
okay with you?"
	"Of course it is, sweetheart! Help yourself to all my sewing 
materials back in the room. If you need any help I'll be more than 
happy to help you."
	"That's great, mom."
	"We'll go shopping for the material and some shoes for you this
weekend. Come on back to the sewing room with me; I might have some 
things you can use back there."
	"Sure."
	Erin followed her mother back into the sewing room. A fifty-
year-old white Singer sewing machine sat in the center on a large 
wooden table. All over the room were scissors, thimbles, strips of 
cloth, books with patterns. Erin's mother never was the organized
type. As Joan dug through a box full of long strips of cloth, Erin 
spotted a picture on the shelf. An attractive brown-haired man was 
smiling and holding the hand of an awesomely endowed red-
haired woman.
	"Who's this, Mom?"
	"Hmm? Oh, that's your aunt Sarah and uncle Pat. They live in 
England now. I don't think you remember them; when they last saw you 
you couldn't have been more than a year and a half old."
	"I see. My! Aunt Sarah is certainly, um... big!"
	Joan took a closer look at the picture. Her sister Sarah looked 
as if she had stuck two volleyballs in her blouse, which looked even
more ridiculous given Sarah was an otherwise slender-framed 5'3". 
"Yes, that picture's from about ten years ago, after her cosmetic 
surgery."
	"Oh. Why did she want her breasts made so large? They must 
really hurt her back and shoulders."
	"Oh, no, honey. That was after her surgery to get them 
reduced."
	Erin gasped. "You're kidding!"
	"No," reflected Joan. "She always liked having really big 
boobies. She used to tease me because I wore only a 36E; she had to 
have her bras custom made."
	"Only a 36E, mother?"
	Joan hummed in the affirmative. "That's why I keep telling you
that you'll grow into all those sweaters. I'm big. My mother was big.
My grandmother was big. My sister was huge, and still is, for that 
matter. She was kind of the bad girl. She had to marry uncle Pat 
because he got her pregnant. I've heard other rumors, too, that she 
slept with her date to the Prom..."
	Joan suddenly leveled an ominous look at her daughter. "Listen,
I know you like that Rob, but remember what Father Timothy said about
pre-marital sex being a sin. You should follow my example and wait 
until you're married; I don't want you ending up like Aunt Sarah, 
shotgun wedding and all."
	Embarrassed, Erin tried to assuage her mother's fears. "Don't 
worry, mother. We're going as just friends. With the way my social 
life goes, I don't think I'll have to worry about sex before
marriage." Hell, she thought, I don't think I'll even have to worry
about marriage.

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	The next day, Erin was sitting at her desk before her 
trigonometry class, looking over the tickets that she had just 
purchased in the cafeteria on her lunch hour fifteen minutes ago. "The
Luck of the Irish Brought Us Together" read the heading on the ticket.
Below the heading, in gold trim on a dark green background was the 
silhouette of a boy and a girl puckering up their lips, preparing to 
kiss. The whole flyer was somewhere between romantic and cheesy. Erin
couldn't help but giggle. 
	"Who are you taking to Turnabout, Erin?"
	Let's see, thought Erin, arrogant, phony, superficial tone in
her voice. It can only be- "Oh, hi, Misty. I'm going with Rob 
Kozlowski. Are you going with-"
	"Ryan Patz. He and I've been dating for about three months. Are 
you and Rob going out with each other, or-"
	"We're just friends," explained Erin.
	"Oh. Okay. Do you know what your dress looks like yet?"
	"Sort of. I'm sewing it myself. All I know for sure right now is
that it will be green."
	"You're making your own dress?" Erin wasn't sure if the 
inflection in Misty's voice was out of result of respect for her 
sewing skills or disdain for frugality. "I bought this gorgeous red
strapless gown at Nordstrom's for only $750."
	Erin felt her shoulders slump at this information.
	"Listen, Erin, we're all having a big party next Saturday after
the dance. You and Rob are welcome to come if you'd like. The party's
at Ryan's house. His folks are out of town for the weekend."
	"You mean, we're...invited?"
	"Of course! Everyone's invited. We probably won't stick around
for the whole dance. It ends at 11:00 but our party starts at 9:00.
We'll be able to have more fun without school chaperones watching over
us." Misty winked at this list remark.
	"Uh, I'll think about it. Thanks." Erin didn't quite know what
to make of Misty's offer. She had never gone out of her way to be 
friendly before. It seemed harmless enough, though.
	Sure, why not, if Koz is okay with it, thought Erin. Maybe 
I'll be able to get some time alone with him. What the worst that 
could happen, anyway?

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	Erin didn't mention Misty's offer until she and Koz were eating
lunch together next Tuesday.
	"So, what do you think?" 
	"I dunno," said Koz. "I guess I really would like to see just 
what they do at their parties. I mean some of the rumors I've 
heard..."
	"Yeah, sounds likes some pretty wild stuff goes on there. You 
know, Misty said the party started at 9:00. We can go for a while, and
if we decide we don't like it, we can always come back to the dance,
or do... other things..."
	Erin's heart began to beat faster. Would he take the hint?
	"Sure, you're right. If we don't like the party, I'm sure we can
find other things to do."
	Koz met her gaze and smiled. Erin put her hand on top of his and
smiled back through a chaos of affection, lust, and relief.
	"You know," offered Koz, "that's a really nice outfit you're 
wearing. It really complements your eyes. I don't think I can remember
the last time I saw you wear a skirt."
	Erin chuckled. "I know. I guess I'm just getting tired of jeans
every day. I'm a g... young woman and I figured I'd start dressing 
like one," she explained as she smoothed out the near-ankle length 
skirt that sat elegantly draped over her crossed legs.
	"The sweater's nice, too. Is it supposed to be big, or...?"
	"Not quite this big. My mother knitted it for me; she tends to 
overestimate people's sizes."
	"I see."
	Somewhere in the distance rang the bell signaling the end of the
lunch period.
	"We'd better go," said Koz, as they got up together. For a brief
instant their eyes were lost in each other's faces. Erin shocked 
herself and surprised Koz by being the first to break eye contact, and
gave him the gentlest kiss on the cheek she could imagine.
	"Bye," she smiled, and walked off down the hall.
	Koz followed her receding figure with his longing gaze, and 
sighed.

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	"Hello?"
	"Hey there, Koz!"
	"Oh, Erin, hi! I've been trying to reach you all afternoon. The
dance is tomorrow night, and we still have to finalize some things."
	"I know. I'm sorry. My mother took me out to dinner tonight for
my birthday and we just got back about twenty minutes ago." Erin 
smiled at the taste of the veal parmesan still lingering on her taste
buds.
	"No problem. Let's see, the dance starts at 7:00, and we 
probably should get there early otherwise we'll have to wait in line
forever to get our pictures taken."
	"Agreed. And did you still want to go out to dinner?"
	"Yeah. Is the Ogden Dunes okay with you?"
	"Yes," Erin was surprised that Koz was willing to take her to 
such a nice restaurant. 
	"Okay, I'll make the reservation for 5:00, and I'll be over to 
pick you up around 4:30 or so, okay?"
	"Sounds great to me."
	"Good. If you don't mind my asking, what does your dress look 
like? Or is it bad luck for the date to know about the dress 
beforehand?"
	Erin giggled, as she looked over to her completed dress, hanging
from the mirror on her vanity. "It's green, almost the same color as 
my eyes."
	"Wow!"
	"It's made of satin - I made it myself."
	"Wow, again! Is it sexy?"
	"Kind of. There's a limit to how much my mother will let me 
show, Koz. The top half is sort of like a tank top with a plunging 
neckline. It flares out at the bottom into a skirt that stops about 
three inches above my knee. I've got pumps to match as well."
	"You're going to look beautiful tomorrow. Listen, I've gotta run
and make the reservations before the Dunes closes. I'll see you 
tomorrow at 4:30. Okay?"
	"Gotcha. Love you, Koz."
	"Love you, too, Erin."
	Erin smiled to herself as Koz hung up on his end. She glanced 
over at her dress, and then the clock, which read 9:50 p.m. She was 
worn out from the day and the large dinner, and a certain restlessness
was growing within her.
	"Mother? I'm going to bed now. Good night."
	"Good night, sweetie," called Joan from across the hall.
	Erin gently closed, then locked the door, and turned off all the
lights in her room with the exception of the small lamp on her 
nightstand. Making sure the drapes were closed, she thought about Koz,
and began to undress in front of her mirror.
	She slowly undressed herself as if she were unwrapping a 
delicately wrapped gift. She gently unbuttoned each button on her 
blouse, then pulled off her shirt and tossed it aside. She looked at 
the delicate nubs ever so slightly pushing outward against the cups of
her lacy white bra. Through the lace she ran her fingers over her 
areolae, and shuddered at the sensation coursing through them. She 
then unfastened the back of her skirt and let it fall around her 
ankles. She smiled when she saw the faint wisps of auburn pubic hair 
working their way through the lace of her panties. She had just bought
these panties last weekend; her mother had not yet come 
across them in the laundry. What would she say? thought Erin.
	She then removed her bra and crawled into bed under her covers.
Again she felt the tinglings of pleasure race through her nerves as 
she softly ran her fingernails over the entirety of her breasts. She 
moved her hands down her abdomen and toward her crotch, and was met by
a growing dampness in the lacy front panel of her underwear. 
Sensuously she slid the panties down her hips, her thighs, her calves,
and removed them from her ankles, tossing the bikinis into the pile of
dirty laundry near her bed.
	Again she slid her hands down to her cushiony mons and massaged 
herself. Harder...she could feel her clit slowly engorging as she 
rubbed it through the fleshy padding just above her spot. She felt her
pulse and breathing quicken as she continued to rub herself.  Harder,
faster...Erin couldn't remember the last time she was this turned on.
Faster, harder...her sheets were now growing dark from moisture and 
hot juices oozing from her pussy. Barely audible moans began to escape
her lips; she was close.
	"Oh, Koz..." she moaned, continuing to fiercely masturbate. 
"Oh...yes...oh...god...oh..." she felt her whole body begin to 
tremble. "Oh....ooooooohh!!!"
	Spasms racked her body as she came harder than she had ever come
before. She felt contractions and her crotch and let out a small cry 
of surprise when she felt a gush of fluid hit her fingers. The spasms 
continued.	
	"Oh, god! Oh, baby!" Again she exploded into shakes, and again 
she felt another hot stream of juice squirt from her pussy.
	By this point she was spent. She collapsed into relaxation and 
let the quivers slowly 
subside. She barely had enough energy to lift her sheets and see the 
three square foot wet spot on her bottom sheet. Wow, I must have wet
myself or...oh, it's female ejaculation. Wow. Erin remembered seeing
an article on it in one of her mother's women's magazines some time 
ago.
	Wow, she thought. And sighed. And drifted into sleep.

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	The pounding on the door jolted Erin out of her slumber.
	"Erin, are you still asleep? Come on, sleepyhead, do you know
what time it is?"
	"Huh, mom, is that you?"
	"Of course it is, sweetie." Joan jiggled the door handle. "Why 
is your door locked, honey? Are you all right?"
	Erin tried to prop herself up in bed but couldn't. She felt 
heavier than she remembered. Maybe her arms had not woken up yet.
	"I'm fine, I think. I must have been really tired. What time is 
it?"
	"It's 1:30 in the afternoon, Erin. I've got to go the store and 
pick up groceries. What time is Rob coming over?"
	Erin smiled at the mention of his name. "4:30."
	"Oh, I'll probably still be gone when you leave. I've got to go 
if I want to make it to the bank in time, honey. Have a good time."
	"Bye, mother."
	Erin collapsed back onto her mattress and heard the door to the 
garage close. She then heard her mother's car pull out. Finally she 
gathered the strength to pull herself out of bed. Naked and rubbing 
her eyes, she walked over to her mirror with some difficulty, as if 
her body was trying to lean over forward for some reason. She finished
rubbing her eyes and looked at her reflection.
	And screamed.
	She lost her footing and fell onto the floor. Pushing herself up
from the ground, she stopped suddenly. What were those two things 
hanging down from her chest?
	Standing up again, she looked at herself. Or was it herself? 
Erin gave the mirror a long look; the woman looking back at her had 
Erin's face, but a very large pair of breasts, and succulently curved
hips framing a lush forest of bright auburn pubic hair.
	"My God, what's happened to me? I...have breasts."
	Suddenly her mother's voice ran through her head. That's why I
keep telling you that you'll grow into all those sweaters. I'm big. My
mother was big. My grandmother was big. My sister was huge, and still
is, for that matter.
	"Oh, God, mother. I had no idea! I..."
	The initial shock was slowly wearing off. She ran to her closet 
and threw on her robe. To her dismay, she found that she could barely
close it over the two cantaloupe-sized new "developments" on her 
chest. She went downstairs to the sewing room and found a tape 
measure. Upon returning upstairs, she dropped her robe and pulled the 
tape measure around her.
	"Forty-three inches!" Her bosom had grown by eight inches in the
sixteen hours she had slept. Measuring under her rib cage she found a
measurement of thirty-three inches. "Let's see...I've gone from a 34A
to a 38DD overnight?!"
	Moving further down her body she found her waist had packed on 
two extra inches to give a fuller twenty-six total inches. Her hips 
had also plumped out in the night, from thirty-two inches to an even 
forty.
	She let the tape measure fall to the floor and turned profile in
the mirror. Horror, excitement, arousal, fear all coursed through her 
veins as she looked at her new beautifully voluptuous profile. "I have
boobies! Big ones! And an ass, too!" She thought about her new figure 
and gently played with a nipple. The sensation made her recoil and 
made the nipple go erect to a length of half an inch. "Ooh! So 
sensitive." 
	She then let her eyes go slowly down her figure, what had 
happened to her pussy?  To her surprise, she discovered that her new 
tits were so large that she couldn't see her feet, much less her 
groin. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and ran her hands 
down into the auburn field of public hair. "So silky, and thick!" she
remarked. "Ooh!" She reached her clit and sent a powerful surge of 
pleasure up through her spine. Like her nipples, her clitoris had 
become incredibly more sensitive as well. But it didn't feel quite 
right...
	She found a small cosmetic mirror and put it between her legs, 
allowing her to see her genitalia. "Oh my lord!" Her clit had grown to
about the size of the last knuckle on her thumb. It ever so slightly 
protruded from its sheath like a tiny, delicate penis.
	She looked over at her clock: 2:10. She had time...
	She sat herself on her bed and again began to masturbate. This
time the sensations through her clit were so intense that she could 
barely touch it directly. She indirectly massaged it through the
bottom of her now thoroughly-covered mons. Within thirty seconds she 
had brought herself to the verge of orgasm.
	Racing pulse, quickening breath, rubbing hard, she went to tweak
her clit...and screamed in pleasure as her body incinerated itself 
with ecstasy. Again she felt the contractions in her pussy, and 
through her vision - impaired by intense pleasure - she saw a hot 
stream of clear liquid shoot out of her crotch and hit the mirror 
above her vanity. Six feet away.
	How much? she thought. Quickly, before the next orgasm came, 
she found an empty one-liter bottle of Pepsi and positioned it between
her legs. She came again as she touched the mouth of the bottle to her
clit. The fluid shot out again and this time was received into the 
bottle. There was not as much this time.
	For the next several minutes she came, and squirted. After her 
seven more orgasms, some fifteen minutes later, she no longer 
squirted. Holding up the bottle, she found it to be nearly full. One
liter of cum? she thought. What am I, the incredible squirting 
woman?
	The clock now read 2:30. She had two hours to prepare herself 
for Koz. As she headed for the shower, she grinned evilly. Oh, Koz, 
she imagined, I've got something I want to show you. Something I 
think you'll really like...

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	Koz checked his watch as he bounced up the steps to the front 
door of Erin's house. 4:25. Right on time. He rang the doorbell and 
patiently waited, nosegay of white and pink flowers in hand.
	"It's open!" called Erin from inside. "Come on in, Koz."
	Koz opened the door and stepped into the living room. "Hi, Erin!
Are your folks around?"
	"My mother's at the store; she doesn't plan on being back until
later tonight. Dad's out of the country on business. I'll be out in a
minute. Hey, how's the weather?"
	"Cool and windy. You'll want to bring a jacket and hold onto 
your skirt. Wait, forget that last part..."
	In the sewing room, Erin smiled at Koz's joke. If only he 
knew... she thought. Looking at herself in the mirror, she admired how
her new figure had changed her homemade dress from the gown of a 
pretty girl to the apparel of a sex-crazed bimbo. Without a bra under
her dress, the plunging neckline showed a heart-stopping amount of 
cleavage. Her DD-sized breasts were firm and perky enough to pass the
"pencil test" she gave herself earlier with flying colors. Her nipples
gently poked against the green satin, making themselves known to 
anyone within thirty feet. Her bosom had also pulled the skirt up 
substantially. Once upon a time, the hemline stopped three inches 
above her knee, but now the front of her skirt stopped about three 
inches below her crotch in front. The back was somewhat longer, but 
not by much. Windy, she thought. As she twirled in front of the 
mirror, her skirt flared out far enough to show the entirety of her 
squeezably shapely ass cheeks and the flourishing garden of silky hair
at her crotch. Wait till he finds out that I have nothing on under 
this dress! She gave her hair a brief primping and got ready to face 
Koz.
	"Here I come, Koz. You won't believe your eyes!"
	"I'll close them," he offered. "You tell me when to look."
	"Okay, I'll tell you...okay. Now open them. Tada!"
	Koz opened his eyes.
	And his jaw dropped to the floor.
	"E-Erin? Is that... what....did...huh?"
	"You could say I've filled out a bit since you last saw me, and
the dress certainly accentuates various parts. You like?"
	"I..uh...yah! Uh... wow!"
	Erin slowly worked her way toward Koz, her hips undulating atop
legs perched on three-and-a-half inch heels. She moved in very close 
and cupped her hand over the front of his crotch. She felt a growing,
hardening shaft inside. "Oh, you do like, don't you?"
	She continued to advance until Koz had his back up against the 
door. She took his hand and guided it slowly over the dress up to her
new melons. "Go on, feel them." She ran his hand over her breasts and 
then slid it back down to her skirt. She took his hand under her skirt
and let his finger slide over her bare arse. "I'm not wearing panties,
Koz, or a bra either, as you can no doubt tell." She jiggled her boobs
from side to side briefly to make her point. "Now, what time were our
dinner reservations?"
	"F-f-five o'cock - I...I mean - clock. In about t-twenty 
minutes."
	"Mmm," Erin ran her tongue over her lips. "You know, I'm hungry,
but for more than just food. Besides, I think there is something else
you might like to eat." Erin took Koz's hand, which had been cupped 
and resting on her buttocks ever since she put it there, and slowly 
moved it around front into her lush garden of womanliness. "Would you 
like something to eat, Koz?"
	A faint, high-pitched moan of pleasure escaped his lips, "uh 
huh."
	"Then let's get going. I know a good place where no one will 
bother us..."
	Erin took Koz's hand from out under her skirt and led him out 
the door towards his car.

	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*

	When they pulled into the lot of Ogden Dunes, Koz had regained
some coherency to his speech, but Erin was glad to see that the iron 
rod in his pants had not subsided. "Let's go inside."
	Erin got out, walked around to the driver's side and opened 
Koz's door for him. Hand in hand they walked toward the door to the 
establishment. As Erin climbed the stairs, a sudden draft lifted her 
skirt.
	"Ooh! The wind feels so good against my pussy." As her skirt 
fluttered in the breeze, she made a half-hearted attempt to keep it 
down. She wanted Koz to see her bare down there, but she didn't want 
to get herself thrown out of the restaurant for indecent behavior. She
felt she was pushing the envelope enough already.
	Koz and Erin split a large pasta salad, but nothing else. "We 
want to have time for other activities," she suggested. When the 
server came by inquiring about dessert, Erin politely declined, "No 
thanks, we'll take the check, we have our own plans for dessert." At 
this remark she gently squeezed Koz's cock through his pants and 
giggled when his eyes went wide. The server, knowing what was up, 
tried to hide a smirk and gave the couple their check.

	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*

	Koz and Erin were halfway from dinner to Ogden Township High 
School when Erin offered a nearby park.
	"Turn right up here."
	"W-what are we going to do?"
	She ran her hand down his thigh and whispered into his ear. 
"You'll see."
	Koz parked the car and turned to face his date. "E-Erin. I 
w-want you. Now."
	"Then join me in the back seat."
	They both stepped out of the car and turned to get into the 
back seat.
	Before she opened the door, Erin said, "I'm going to get 
comfortable." To Koz's aroused amazement, she pulled her dress off 
over her head while outside the car and carried it into the back seat.
Koz could not comprehend this girl he thought he knew. The sight of 
her outdoors in nothing but her pumps was almost enough to make him 
cream in his pants. When he got inside and closed the door, he saw 
Erin giving him a devilish grin.
	Sensing each other's passion, they threw themselves at each 
other. The back of Koz's Impala was a blur of steaming windows, 
sweating bodies, and frantic groping and kissing. With unparalleled 
urgency Koz nibbled and licked his way down Erin's neck to her bosom. 
He watched with amazement as her nipples became erect when touched.
	"Oh, kiss them. Please."
	"They're so beautiful, Erin. You're so beautiful, please-"
	Erin suddenly put her finger up to his mouth and gestured for 
him to shush.
	"I want to have my dessert now."
	Slowly she unbuttoned the top of his pants and opened his fly. 
She reached in and pulled out Koz's hugely engorged cock. "Wow! It's 
like a rock. And a beautiful size, too."
	"Six and a half inches long. The girth is about five and a half
inches," he offered.
	Erin looked up in amusement. "Oh, you've measured, have you?"
	Koz, trembling in arousal, confessed with a shrug.
	Focusing her attention back on his member, Erin took the shaft 
in her hand and gently licked the underside of the head, nibbling her 
way from the frenum down to his scrotum. Then she let her tongue dance
back up the underside of his cock. When she heard him give an ominous
moan, she quickly surrounded the head of his cock and sucked.
	"Oh, god!" he cried out as his penis erupted into a geyser of 
cum. Erin took the first spurt into her mouth, and then let the 
subsequent squirts hit her face, her tongue eagerly licking his 
mancream from her lips.
	"Mmm...your cum tastes so good. I'd like to have more later. But
first, I want to feed you your dessert."
	Still gasping and panting from his incredible orgasm and 
ejaculation, Koz eagerly put his mouth to her pussy and began licking.
	Erin began to breath heavily herself. "Oooh, yes, just a 
little...oh YES! THERE!!!" She let out a screaming moan of ecstasy as 
Koz quickly learned exactly where to run his tongue. His tongue 
eagerly raced and flicked across her clitoris and pussy lips. She felt
her hips buck up and down against his face. Just a little bit more...
	"Oh!" she cried out as she came across his face. Koz almost 
jumped back in surprise when he felt her hot female juices spray onto
his face. Having been drenched, Koz tried to catch his breath while 
Erin stared deep into his eyes with desire.
	"What...was that?"
	"You ate me so good that I came really hard. I guess I'm just
like you: when I come, I squirt."
	"That was so sexy."
	Erin continued to smile at him. Again, she lowered his face 
toward his crotch, this time to wipe the cum from her face off with
his boxer shorts. Koz began to tense up again. "Relax, let's go to the
dance." After she wiped her face she planted a gentle kiss on his 
member and pulled her dress back on.
	Stunned - in a dream-like state - Koz got behind the wheel of 
his car and continued to drive on to the high school.

	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*

	Twenty minutes later they pulled into the school parking lot. 
"Seven o'clock sharp," said Erin, "and Koz, I am still really horny. 
Are you up - if you know what I mean - for a quickie?"
	Koz's eyes bulged and his shoulders fell at this offer.
	"I-I don't..."
	Climbing onto him - a task made rather difficult by the steering
wheel - Erin felt his crotch and the tender but growing meat inside. 
"Oh, I think your just about ready." Unable to resist her advances, 
Koz let his head flop back against the headrest as Erin again opened 
his fly and impaled herself on his now-erect organ.
	She slowly gyrated up and down, up and down, moaning while Koz 
sat exhausted. Is this really Erin, he thought? What's happened to
her? On the other side of matters, while Erin continued to thoroughly
enjoy the sensation of Koz inside of her, a small voice in the back of
her mind was fighting to be heard. What are you doing? Have you no 
shame!
	Within three minutes Erin had given herself her twelfth orgasm 
in twenty four hours. She had turned into an outrageously curvaceous 
teenage nymphomaniac that came hard, often, and abundantly. Koz did 
not orgasm, and fell limp within seconds after Erin climbed off of 
him.
	"Come on, Koz. Let's go dancing. Oh, and I'm sorry about the 
pants. I didn't think I had that much fluid left in me."
	"N-No worry. It'll dry quickly and my sport coat will cover it 
until it does."
	Erin led Koz by the hand across the parking lot and toward the 
building. Other couples were arriving, and Erin could feel the eyes of
all the boys caress her with longing. When they got inside Erin began
looking around for Steph. When she saw Steph and Steve, her date 
sitting at a table, Erin and Koz wandered over and stood beside their
table.
	"Hi, Steph!"
	"Erin! So good to - " Steph turned around and saw the new and 
improved Erin "- see...you. Erin?"
	"Yes, Steph, it's me. I love your dress. I think it's neat how 
it matches Steve's tie. Hi, Steve."
	Steve Denton just sat dumbstruck looking at Erin. He had never 
really known her or seen her that much, but...damn! He couldn't 
believe that he had missed her before. Steve made eye contact with a
curiously tired-looking Rob Kozlowski, hoping for an explanation. All 
Koz could do was shrug.
	"Steve, you can put your eyes back in their sockets now," 
advised Steph.
	Steve mumbled an apology to his date but still couldn't take his
eyes off of Erin.
	"So, Steph, are you guys going to be here long?"
	"Um, yeah. We're going to go get in line to get our pictures
taken shortly. Where would we go?"
	"Oh, haven't you heard? Ryan Patz is having a party at his house
at nine and everyone's invited. Misty Rose invited me."
	"Oh, since when are you and Misty Rose friends, since you got 
your new boobs?"
	"Steph-" interjected Steve.
	"What? I've been Erin's friend for years and I think I have a 
right to know why she suddenly feels the need to hang out with people
like that. I'm wondering if she's too good to hang out with us."
	"No you don't have that right!" shot back Erin. "You're not my
mother. I can associate with whomever I please."
	"And with a body like that, I'm sure you can please lots of 
people," continued Steph, "have you screwed Koz yet?"
	"WHAT??"
	Steph turned to Koz, "Koz, have you let this...tart...that used
to be my friend do anything to you?"
	Koz suddenly blushed deeply.
	"I suspected as much."
	"Steph, what's gotten into you? Are you just jealous that you 
wear a 38A and are pear-shaped, I mean, fat? Come on, Koz, let's go 
get our pictures taken."
	As Erin stormed away with Koz in tow, Steph continued her verbal
harangue loudly enough that other people on the floor began staring
and noticing the awesomely stacked red-head who looked a lot like Erin
McCafferty. "You think that now you have big boobs you're suddenly too
good to hang around me? You've turned into a slut overnight! I'll bet
you're not wearing anything under that dress, either!"
	Once they had made it to a secluded hallway, Erin ducked into
the girl's bathroom. Koz patiently waited outside.

	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*

	Erin walked over to the sink and splashed some cold water on her
face. She'd been feeling hot - as well as horny - all day, and the 
feeling didn't seem like it was going to subside anytime soon. What 
the hell's gotten into Steph?, she thought. She needed to calm down. 
She had developed quite a case of butterflies in her stomach.
	She took another look at herself. Come on, Erin, breathe in, 
breathe out. Relax. But the butterflies were not going away. Oddly 
enough, the butterflies seemed to be rising up out of her stomach 
somewhat; now the sensation was mostly in her chest. The tingling felt
exciting, erotic, yet...
	"Oh my God what's happening to me!" She saw the hemline of her 
dress slowly begin to inch its way up. Looking down at her chest, she 
saw each breast slowly growing in size, as if they were being inflated
by some means. Her nipples became more erect than ever and protruded
nearly three-quarters of an inch straight out now. My bust must be 
fifty inches, and it's still growing! she screamed in her head.
	As her chest continued to grow her skirt rose up above the level
of her crotch. She tugged the hemline downward to keep her pussy 
covered, but to no avail. By pulling her skirt down she had caused the
neckline of the dress to plunge far enough for one enormous mammary to
spill out. All alone in the bathroom, she suddenly remembered Koz 
waiting outside. "Koz, HELP!!!" she screamed as her bustline maxed 
out at sixty inches.
	"Erin?" came the response. "Erin, I'm coming in."
	Right when Koz responded, Erin's chest suddenly returned to it's
"old" forty-three inches within seconds. When Koz entered the 
bathroom, he saw the Erin he first met about three hours ago, staring 
at him with a frightened expression.
	"What happened? Are you all right?"
	"I - I don't know. My breasts, they - grew!"
	Koz put his arm around her. "Well of course they grew. You think
I didn't notice that? Just yesterday you had a very petite chest, and 
now you're, well, full."
	"No, that's not it, I mean I saw myself grow right here in front
of the mirror!"
	Koz looked concerned. "You feeling okay? Maybe I should take you
home..."
	"No, no. I think I'll be okay."
	"You sure?"
	Erin nodded like a four-year-old child.
	"Come on, if we don't get in line now we'll be here until ten 
waiting to get our pictures taken."

	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*

	Erin could feel the eyes on her as she and Koz stepped into the 
line for pictures. Most of the boys were either standing with their
dates and ogling her out of the corners of their eyes, while others 
had gathered into groups and were laughing and pointing. Almost all of
the girls shot Erin looks of disgust.
	From directly behind her in line Erin heard a familiar voice. 
"Oh, Ryan, can't you at least wait until we get to your house?" It was
Misty.
	Erin turned around. "Hi, Misty! Wow, that's a lovely dress. Is 
that the one you were telling me about in class last week?"
	Both Misty and Ryan simply stared at the buxom red-haired 
stranger. "Who -" began Ryan. "Is that you, Erin?" asked an amazed 
Misty.
	"In the flesh."
	Ryan smirked and raised his eyebrows at her response. "So I 
see," replied Misty. "Wow, I never would have guessed..." she said, 
eyeing Erin up and down. "You know, maybe you and I should go shopping
sometime. I mean, you need a makeover, girl! Why were you hiding a 
figure like that under jeans and baggy sweaters?"
	"Oh, I guess I just like to keep it a secret. That's all."
	The line inched its way toward the photographer.
	"Are you still coming over for the party? Ryan and I are going 
to leave just a little after we get our picture taken."
	"Yes, please," chimed in Ryan. "I'm sure you'll have lots of 
fun. And you're welcome to come along, too,...uh"
	"Rob. Rob Kozlowski," said Koz. "You can call me Koz, though. 
Most everyone has since I was eight."
	"All right. Koz. Both you and Erin are welcome over to my house 
later tonight. Misty gave you the directions, right?"
	"Yeah," said Erin, "we'll be there a little after nine." Erin
gently rubbed her belly. "After this I think I'm going to get 
something to drink or eat from the snack table. My stomach's feeling
funny." It was the butterflies again. Once again the small voice in 
the back of her mind was screaming at her. Run! Now! It's going to 
happen again!
	"Next please," ordered the photographer.
	With some trepidation Erin stepped up to the canvas background 
with Koz. The butterfly sensation was growing and moving up toward her
chest again.
	"Okay, you two. On the count of three I'm going to take a series
of four shots, okay? One, two, ..."
	When the flash went off Erin felt the pressure in her chest 
reappear. Looking down, she saw that her boobs had again begun to 
grow, only faster than before.
	"What the hell!" cried the photographer, as the camera kept 
flashing.
	Within seconds her bosom passed the fifty-inch marker, enough to
raise her skirt too high for modesty's sake. She had to run. Erin took
off down the hall in a flash of ever-rising green. In the background 
she heard the worst.
	"Wow! Look at those tits!"
	"She forgot her underwear!"
	"Little slut!"
	"How'd she do that?"
	"Her tits are growing!"
	She found another girls' bathroom as her melons grew large 
enough to make the skirt stop at her hips. She dared not look at 
herself in the mirror. Her bosom had grown much larger than before. 
She tried to hide in a stall but found that she could not fit through
the door. As she collapsed to the floor and cried, she felt the 
butterflies disappear, and her chest stopped growing at a measure of 
seventy-seven inches.
	Koz then burst into the bathroom, and saw Erin lying on the 
floor attached to what must have been forty pounds of extra breast 
tissue. As he went to put his arm around her, he watched in amazement 
as her tits slowly began to shrink. Within three minutes, they had
returned to their standard DD size.
	Erin was still sobbing uncontrollably. She was terribly 
frightened, enough so that the horniness of less than an hour ago had
mostly subsided.
	"Come on, baby. Calm down. Koz is with you. Everything will be 
cool."
	"Really?"
	"Yes. Just calm down."
	"You know, you're really a nice guy. I'm sorry if you were 
offended by how - how strong I came onto you earlier."
	"Oh, no. Don't worry about that now. It took me by big surprise,
but hey, I've always liked you, anyway. Besides," Koz gently lifted 
her chin so that her gaze met his. "It was fun. I wouldn't have 
responded to you any differently had you not had...these."
	"Are you sure?" Erin planted a gentle kiss on his neck.
	"Yes. You want to get out of here?"
	"Yes. Let's go to the party."
	"You sure you feel up to it?"
	"I don't know anymore. Let's go anyway."

	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*

	"Oh, Erin! Hi."
	Erin could sense the awe and disturbance Misty's voice as she 
opened the door.
	"Listen. Are you okay? I mean, what happened at the dance-"
	"I don't want to talk about it, Misty. Let's just forget about 
it and get on with the party, okay?"
	"Sure," said Misty, still cautiously eyeing Erin. "We've got 
some beer and wine in the kitchen, and there's liquor in the cabinet 
over there. Help yourself. There are only a few people here now; 
you're still kind of early."
	"Okay, thanks."
	Erin and Koz entered Ryan's home and looked around the living 
room before taking a seat on the couch. Another couple sat on the 
couch across the room, liplocked and oblivious to the outside world.
	Erin felt Koz put his hand on her thigh. Again her heart began 
to quicken. The horniness was returning. "Listen, Koz? Give me a few 
minutes, okay? I'd like to freshen up."
	"Sure, sweetie, I'll be right here."
	"Ack! Don't call me 'sweetie', Koz, that's what my mother calls 
me!" she kidded.
	Koz grinned as Erin went off in search of a bathroom.
	Erin went up a flight of stairs and opened various doors to find
elegantly appointed bedrooms and a study. He must be loaded, she 
thought. At the end of the hall she saw a narrow line of light poking
out from under the door. There it is, she decided. Going up to the
door, she knocked. "Hello? Anyone in there?"
	No response. Erin gently squeezed her thighs together as she 
felt a moistness start to creep down from her crotch. 'I'd better 
hurry...'
	"I'm coming in," she warned for the last time. Erin opened the
door to the bathroom to find Ryan standing with a most peculiar look 
on his face. Kneeling in front of him was Misty. There was no doubt as
to what they were doing.
	"Oh! My! Why didn't you say anything?"
	"No, please stay!" urged Ryan.
	"Stay?"
	"Yes. I've got enough meat for the both of you."	
	Misty smiled and moved away from Ryan, revealing his enormous, 
beautiful cock.
	Erin gasped in aroused astonishment.
	"My God! It's so big! Its..."
	"Eleven inches long," offered Ryan. "Girthwise it's an even
eight inches."
	What is it with guys measuring their penises? Erin wondered.
	"Misty?" Erin was wondering why Misty was eyeing both Erin's 
boobs and Ryan's cock.
	"Oh, didn't you know, Erin? I'm bi. Why don't you join us? 
Haven't you ever been bi-curious?"
	"Not really, but..." God, I'm horny! she thought. I can't 
wait any longer. She kneeled in front of Ryan and looked up at him.
"Can I...?"
	"Yes, please."
	Erin took Ryan's throbbing meat in her hand, and found that she 
couldn't get her hand all the way around it. "Wow..." she cooed. She 
went to insert his head into her mouth; it barely fit. "I...I can't 
fit it in my mouth."
	"Then lick me."
	"Surely..."
	Erin began to lick Ryan's penis, precum was already starting to 
ooze out of it from the job Misty had done earlier. Erin gasped in 
surprise herself when she felt a tongue suddenly probe her nether 
regions.
	"Relax, Erin. It's just me," said Misty.
	"Oh! Yes! Right there!" cried out Erin, trying to continue to 
give Ryan head while Misty lusciously bathed her clit with her tongue.
Hips twitching from Misty's tongue, Erin continued to lick the 
enormous head of Ryan's cock. Playfully she tried to open its eye 
while Ryan moaned with pleasure.
	Misty licked Erin's clit harder, her sopping mass of auburn 
pubic hair rubbing into Misty's face like a sponge. "Oh, God! I'm
going to come!" cried Erin, grabbing and pumping Ryan's dick harder in
her ecstasy.
	"Oh..me, too!" he exclaimed. "Uhh...."
	A huge stream of cum shot from Ryan's cock and covered Erin's 
face with glistening pearl drops. The thought of being sprayed by this
lovely, gargantuan cock made Erin come instantly all over Misty's 
face. As Ryan continued to pump his wad over Erin's face, Erin herself
shot her female juices all over Misty.
	None of them heard the door knob twist.
	"What the hell?!" came a fourth voice.
	Erin turned in horror to face the door. She saw Koz looking back
at her in shock.
	"Erin? Ryan? Misty?? What the hell's going on in here?"
	The four stood in silence for several seconds, an eternity.
	Koz's face fell as he turned around to go back downstairs.
	"No, Koz! Wait!" cried out Erin. "Please! I'm sorry!"
	"Don't speak to me!" he yelled. "What the fuck is wrong with 
you? Am I just another piece of meat for you and your new boobs? I'm 
leaving. I knew this was a bad idea from the start."
	"No! Please, Koz, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"
	"What? Erin, this isn't you. You need help. I may be angry as 
hell at you right now but I still care about you. Come on, I'll take 
you home." Koz grabbed Erin by the hand and led her out to his car.
	
	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	

	The two drove in silence until Koz suddenly remembered 
something.
	"Oh, shit!"
	"What?" asked Erin sheepishly.
	"I left something at the dance. We'll have to swing by school so
I can pick it up."
	"What did you leave?"
	"You know, those little gold plastic wine glasses they gave out
as trinkets? This is my first dance and I'd like to keep it as a 
memento of your asking me."
	"Oh. That's sweet."
	"Yeah, well..."
	Koz's Impala pulled into the school parking lot. As he got out 
of the car, Erin hurried after him.
	Koz and Erin worked their way back to their table. Steph and 
Steve were chatting; they did not notice Erin and Koz.
	"Steph?"
	"Oh, Erin," Steph looked embarrassed. "Listen, I'm sorry to have
gone off on you like I did earlier. I still can't believe how you look
in that dress, though. I guess...I don't know. I don't think I 
expected you to take it the way you did. Can you forgive me?"
	A surge of warmth and relief welled up inside of Erin. "Yes," 
she said, smiling. "Oh, yes. I'm sorry. I know I haven't been myself 
all day-"
	"Heh, you can say that again, girl! Look at you! Your hormones 
must have been on speed. You know, maybe you should go see a doctor or
something. I don't think you're supposed to fill out like that 
overnight."
	"Yeah, you know, maybe I will. I am feeling pretty worn out."
	"I don't think I want to know why," commented Steph.
	Well, we seem to be resolving this, now for Koz, Erin thought.
She turned to face Koz with a look of repentance in her eyes.
	"Koz?"
	"Yes, Erin?"
	"I...I'm really sorry," Erin cried, unable to hold back the 
tears. Koz took her in his arms and held her.
	"I know. I forgive you. You know, I really care about you. 
You're right; you haven't been yourself. As for what happened back 
with Ryan and Misty, I'm disappointed, but since we were never really
going out, I guess it doesn't count as cheating. I don't know. I'm 
just not as angry with you as I thought I'd be."
	"Koz?"
	"Hmm?"
	"I think I'd like to go home now."
	"Sure, but...um, can I have one dance before we go?"
	Erin smiled, "Absolutely!"
	As the two of them swept across the dance floor, Erin felt a 
wonderful jittery feeling of relief and excitement at Koz's 
forgiveness. The feeling swept over and through her entire being, and
lifted her spirit into the air on a cushion of affection and 
tranquillity. Koz must feel the same way, she thought, he seems to
be holding me a bit tighter.
	Steph and Steven glided over toward Erin. "Erin!" Steph urgently
whispered. "Pull your skirt down!" Erin took one hand from the back of
Koz's neck and tried to pull down the back of her dress. It wouldn't
cover her ass anymore. Koz's hold continued to tighten.
	Oh, shit! thought Erin.
	"What's happening?" asked Koz. "Why are you pulling away from 
me?"
	"I'm not pu-" Erin stopped in mid-sentence as she looked down at
her chest. Each breast was now rapidly inflating like a balloon. As 
she and Koz watched, she passed forty-eight inches.
	Someone else noticed.
	"Hey, look! That chick's tits are growing again!" came the 
shout.
	Erin looked down at herself in horror as her bosom expanded 
faster than it ever had before. Fifty...fifty-two...fifty-four inches...
	"Koz! Help me!"
	Backing away, Koz offered, "I...I'll get your mother!"
	"Don't leave me! Please!"
	Koz was already gone. Everyone's eyes were on now on Erin and 
her ever-expanding chest. Sixty-four...sixty-six...sixty-eight...
	Everyone in the dance hall had assembled around Erin in a 
circle, watching in morbid curiosity as her mammaries approached 
bean-bag size with no sign of stopping. Eighty-two...eighty-four...
eighty-six...
	From out of the cemetery-like silence of the school came a new 
sound of stitching slowly giving way. Erin's dress began to rip, 
unable to withstand the strain put on it by her mammoth bosom. Naked,
frightened, and inflating on the dance floor, Erin finally fell over
forward, unable to stand up from the weight of her chest. One-hundred 
and two...one-hundred and four...one-hundred and six...
	Erin continued to grow, lying limp on top of two Brobdignagian 
mountains of breast flesh, admitting defeat. As she expanded, the 
circle of onlookers silently widened, allowing her more room.
	Within a few more minutes, the growth stopped. Luckily for Erin,
the dance was held in the school gym. Were it not for the gym's 
thirty-foot ceiling, she no doubt would have been crushed to death.
The dance-goers continued to stare at a mass of red hair, laying 
almost lifeless atop two twenty-foot mountains of titflesh.
	"Erin, sweetie?"
	Erin lifted her head at the voice. "Mom?"
	"Oh, honey! What did you do to yourself?"
	"Mom, why didn't you tell me it would be like this?"
	"Oh, I'm sorry, but I did!"
	"Huh?"
	At this point Joan looked around at the crowd with disgust. 
"Can I please have a moment alone with my daughter?"
	Nobody moved.
	"Go! Come on, can't you see this is a private matter?" she 
repeated.
	Koz joined with Erin's mother. "Come on, people. Let's go."
	Slowly the crowd dispersed, following Koz's lead out of the gym.
When the gym contained no one other than Joan McCafferty and the 
mountain that her daughter had become, Joan shot a critical glance up 
at Erin.
	"So?"
	"So, what?"
	"Let me guess, when you woke up this morning you were 
voluptuous, but nothing like this, right?"
	"Right," said Erin, inflecting her voice out of uncertainty as 
to where her mother was leading her.
	"I told you that you would fill out. Right?"
	"Yes, but overnight, mother?"
	"Well," Joan looked slightly guilty, "I guess I should have 
warned you that it would happen quickly. But please believe me that 
even I had no idea it would happen this fast."
	"You must have really thought you were quite a piece of ass, 
didn't you? Your aunt Sarah felt the same way. Remember that picture 
of her, still huge after her reduction surgery? It's because she gave 
her prom date a blow job, and then fucked him!"
	Erin was surprised to hear her mother using such language.
	"Sarah used to be a G cup - luck of the draw, I guess - but when
she screwed her date, she filled out so big that she could hardly 
walk. We were scandalized. For the curse's effects to wear down, she 
had to marry the man she fornicated with."
	"Uncle Pat?"
	"Uncle Pat," nodded her mother. "And it's a good thing, too, 
since he got her pregnant anyway."
	"What's this curse?"
	"Oh, several hundred years ago, back when our family was still 
in Ireland, a young lady that was our ancestor wished for a fuller 
figure. She found a leprechaun who was willing to give it to her with
one condition: she had to remain chaste until she married, and then 
stay faithful to her husband.
	"Well, this young tart couldn't resist her new figure, and 
neither could any other man in town. She abused her gift and bedded 
over two hundred men. Well, the leprechaun came back and punished her.
She came down with some kind of venereal disease that ultimately 
killed her, and he promised that all of her female descendants would 
receive the same gift that she did. If they abused the gift as she 
had, then they would become more full than they could ever have 
imagined. They wanted larger breasts to attract men, but if they 
committed adultery, then their breasts would grow so much that no man
would ever find them attractive.
	"As for you, young lady, I would say that you have committed 
adultery several times today. What exactly have you done?"
	Too tired from stress to argue, Erin related the marathon 
masturbation session, the oral sex that she and Koz performed on each
other, her rape of Koz, and the oral menage a troix with Ryan and 
Misty. Erin's mother looked ready to vomit.
	"Dammit, Erin, I thought I raised you better than that! But you
had to give in to your hormones, didn't you?"
	The two remained silent for a minute or so.
	"Mommy?"
	"What?"
	"Can I get...smaller?"
	"Somewhat. But since you've had some kind of sex with three 
different people - your embarrassingly excessive masturbation doesn't 
count, fortunately for you, otherwise..."
	"How? Please, Mommy, I want to be normal again."
	"I don't know if you'll ever be normal again, Erin. With whom 
did you have the most sex?"
	"Koz."
	"Rob? If you marry him, then most of the growth will subside. 
Since you felt the need to have sex with both that Ryan and his 
girlfriend-" she spat the word out, disgusted that her daughter would
even consider a sexual relationship with someone of the same sex, 
"you'll still be considerably bigger than when you woke up. If you're 
lucky, you might even be able to walk."
	"Does Koz have a choice in this?"
	"Not if he knows what's good for him. The other part of the 
curse stipulated that the genitals of any man she sinned with would
rot and fall off in pretty short order."
	What a terrible thing, thought Erin. And Ryan! Boy, oh, boy
he's really in for a nasty surprise. But what about Misty?
	As if reading her daughter's thoughts, Joan added, "I don't know
what'll happen to that Misty. I'm not sure what the deal is with 
lesbianism."
	"I'm sorry, mother. Really, I am."
	Joan slowly walked over to one of her daughter's titanic breasts
and gently put her hand on it, patting it. "I know, sweetie. I know."

	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*

	Erin and Ryan were quietly married in the school gym later that
night. Both families agreed that they could not face the humiliation 
they would no doubt endure, and made plans to move at the end of the 
school year. Both sets of parents also agreed that a honeymoon for the
newlyweds was temporarily out of the question.

	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*

	Erin returned to school next Wednesday and tried to resume a 
somewhat normal academic career. People still stared at her wherever 
she went. Many of the students remembered what had happened to her at 
the dance, and were not quite sure how to interact with her in the
aftermath of such an incredible incident. Still others who weren't at
the dance and didn't know Erin stared because of the size of her 
chest. At least I can walk, she thought, but these seventy-two inch
whoppers are going to be hell to carry until the reduction surgery 
this summer.
	Erin entered the cafeteria and found her new husband waiting for
her at their usual table.
	"Hi, honey," said Koz, kissing his new wife on the cheek. "Have 
you told them yet?"
	"No, I was just about to head over there now."
	"Mind if I join you?"
	"I would love your company on this little journey, Koz," she 
said with a gleam in her eye. She offered him her arm. He took it and
they walked over to where Ryan, Misty, and their usual crew were 
eating. Everyone hushed, however, when Erin and Koz approached.
	"Misty? Ryan? I've -"
	"Listen, freak," shot Misty, "I have nothing to say to you. I 
don't know who you think you are, or what you thought about us. You 
were just a little pussy to nibble on, okay? Now get back to your 
loser lifestyle."
	Ryan stood up and excused himself for the bathroom. He avoided 
all eye contact with Erin.
	"That's a nice sweater, Misty. It really shows off your boobs. 
They're not as big as mine are now, of course. But I guess no one's 
perfect." Erin smiled and turned to go. She didn't even bother to turn
around when Misty tried to keep her attack going.
	"Listen, bitch, I - huh? My babies! What's happening to my 
boobies?"
	As Erin continued to walk away, Koz turned around and dropped 
his jaw in amusement as Misty clutched her rapidly deflating chest.
	"What have you done to me?" she cried. As Misty slumped back 
into her seat, her fellow cheerleaders quietly got up and left for 
other tables.
	From the boy's room suddenly came a blood-curdling scream.
	"Ryan," concluded Koz. "What's happening to him?"
	"The same thing that would have happened to you had you not 
married me."
	"Ouch! Oh, man. I don't think I'd wish that on anyone."
	"Come on, husband, let's finish our lunch."
	"Sure. I just have one question, though."
	"What's that?"
	"What are we going to tell our daughters when we have them?"
	"The truth. Although with the luck of the McCafferty's, they 
won't listen."
	"I see."
	Koz and Erin finished their lunches, then walked off to class, 
hand-in-hand.

	THE END.