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This story is the first in an upcoming series of tales, hopefully many 
tales, about big breasts doing bad things.  Gigantic naked breasts will 
be depicted in these tales.  If local laws forbid someone your age to 
read about gigantic naked breasts doing naughty things, do not read this 
story.
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Tales from the Bra
by Wren
1996

Tale One:

Big Business

     "What do you mean you won't do the operation?...Well can't you
do something about that?...But I don't have that type of
money!...Isn't there any alternative?...Oh yeah?  Well 'frankly' I
think you can take your scalpel and shove up it you're...hello? 
Hello??...Shit!"
     Shelby Dodson hung up the phone on another plastic surgeon. 
This was the third one in as many weeks.  They all told her that
they simply couldn't give her implants as big as she wanted.  She
couldn't afford the process it would take to give a flat-chested
woman DD implants.  Shelby didn't make enough from her failing
clothing store to pay for the operation, but the very reason she
wanted implants was so she could save her store.  She was sure she
could seduce male investors if only she had bigger boobs.  Now,
however, the situation was beginning to look grim.
     "Well, at least I can get some insurance money out of the
place."  Shelby picked up a gasoline can and a lighter, but just
then...
     RING!  "Hello?
     "Hello?  Is this Ms. Shelby Dodson?"  said the woman.
     "Yes, this is Shelby..."
     "Hi Shelby!  I heard about your problem.  I can give you the
breasts you want."
     Shelby was shocked, but eager.  "You can?  Really??  I mean,
I thought I tried all the surgeons.  How much will it cost me?"
     "We can talk price later.  Please come to my office tomorrow
morning.  It's the small black building on Bard Street."  CLICK.
     "Hmm," thought Shelby, "must be one of those non-licensed
docs.  I'm willing to try anything at this point."  The next
morning, she woke early and went to the address the woman gave her.
     The building had no sign outside.  In fact, it seemed to be
abandoned, with the windows painted over.  When she opened the
door, however, the inside looked like some sort of health food
shop.  All sorts of roots and herbs were in little baskets on the
dirty wooden shelves.  The woman she talked to on the phone was
sitting at the cash register at the back of the shop, reading the
"Doctors' Book of Home Remedies."
     "Funny," Shelby thought, "she didn't sound like a gypsy on the
phone."  The woman pulled off her veil and her shawl to reveal that
she was wearing a business outfit underneath...which completely
befuddled Shelby.
     "Hi, I'm Madame Nashon," she spoke as she approached, reaching
for a handshake,  "Welcome to my shop.  I believe I have an item
that fits your needs precisely."  She released Shelby's hand and
motioned for her to follow into a back room.  Madam Nashon pulled
a jar off one of the back shelves, which were even dirtier than the
front display shelves, and opened the lid.  She wafted the jar's
aroma toward Shelby, who was almost knocked off her feet by the
stench.
     "It's as effective as it is nauseating."
     "What is it?"
     "This, Ms. Dodson, is a very special potion.  I brewed it up
after one of my plastic surgeon friends called me and told me about
your problem."
     "She's got connections," thought Shelby.  "Well what does it
do?"
     "This potion, Shelby, will make your breasts grow, but in a
special way.  Your breasts will grow as big as your income is."
     "What?"
     "Let me explain...when you first take the potion your breasts
will grow to represent how well your business is doing now.  You
can sort of call them 'dividends.'  You can then use your new found
'wealth' to attract investors, thereby causing your business to
grow, thereby causing your 'profits' to grow.  Then you can attract
even bigger investors.  The cycle will continue from there."
     Shelby was visibly excited.  "That's exactly what I want to
happen!  I need this potion!  How much do you want for it?"
     "My price is 5% of the profits from your business."
     "Hmm, I guess that's not too bad a price as long as my
business gets bigger.  It's a deal!"
     Shelby reached out for a handshake, but instead Madame Nashon
put the jar into her awaiting hand.  "Satisfaction is guaranteed. 
One way or another, you'll get the wealth you deserve!"
     Shelby turned to leave with a big grin, but then turned back
with a look of distrust.  "Hey wait a minute.  I must be crazy.  I
don't believe in this sort of thing."
     Madame Nashon crossed her arms, "Well if you doubt me, just
drink the potion right now and see what happens."
     Shelby opened the jar, "Bleh!"  She pinched her nose shut and
gulped down the foul smelling mixture.  The jar dropped to the
ground as she immediately put her hands to her chest.  Her bra was
feeling tight already.  She looked down and unbuttoned the top few
buttons of her blouse.  Her breasts were bulging up above her B-cup
bra showing off her impressive cleavage.  It appeared that she had
grown about two cup sizes.  She rubbed her hands over her new
breasts, feeling the tightness of her inadequate bra.
     "Well," said Madame Nashon with a smirk, "looks to me like
your business is doing just fine."
     "Actually," coughed Shelby...it was a little harder to breathe
with her bra on, "I wanted to be a little bigger than this."
     "Well you should be able to use those to help your business
grow, and then you can get as big as your ambition takes you."
     "Thank you Madame Nashon!" Shelby said as she hugged the
strange business-gypsy and then raced out the door.
     "Nice kid.  She'll be back though," smirked the gypsy.  She
put her shawl and veil back on and resumed her reading.
     Shelby went to her clothing store and raided it for new bras
and tops.  "It's times like this that I'm glad I'm in the clothing
business."  She then called her two employees, Bosco and Grimaldi,
and told them she needed them to come back to work immediately.
     About an hour later, Bosco rolled through the automatic door
on a skateboard.
     "Hey like, what's the deal callin' me in on my day off?" he
grumbled as he did circles around Shelby.  As he passed in front of
her the second time, he noticed her newly enlarged bosom and wiped
out, crashing into a lingerie display.  "Whoa, boss lady!  Your
wonder bra is working wonders!"
     Shelby pulled him up by his arm.  "Shut up you idiot and go
work the cash register."
     "Huh?" replied Bosco, removing his headphones.  Shelby grabbed
him by the earlobe and led him to the counter, "Ow ow ow, okay!  I
get the point!  Sheesh!"
     As Bosco removed his knee and elbow guards, Grimaldi stepped
through the door.  She was dressed all in black, as usual, wearing
a black gown and black lipstick with long black fingernails.
     "Hey Grimmy, how's it goin'?" said Bosco, turning the store's
sound system to his favorite radio station.
     "Go to hell, Bosco...well, what have we here," she said,
eyeing Shelby up and down, "You can't have gotten a boob job since
I saw you yesterday...you haven't been practicing the black arts
have you?"
     Grimaldi always had been very creepy, but right now Shelby
found her unbearable.  "Thank you for coming in on such short
notice, Grimmy," Shelby said through partially clenched teeth, "I
need you to get to work on a new window display.  Try to do
something a little less morbid this time.  I have a feeling my
business is going to be looking up from now on."  Shelby went to
her office in the back, where she started formulating a plan to
find investors.
     "Hmph, 'a little less morbid' she says.  I'll give her a
display that'll really turn her business around."
     After a couple of hours, Shelby had compiled a list of male
investors she thought she'd be able to seduce into boosting her
business.  As she printed the list, she noticed her bra straps
seemed to be digging into her shoulders.  "Strange," she thought,
unbuttoning her blouse, "this bra fit fine this morning...GASP!"
Shelby was shocked to find that as she opened her blouse, her
breasts were spilling out of the cups of her brand new bra.  They
now appeared to each be as big as a grapefruit.  "Shit!  How did
this happen?  I'd better go get some bigger tops from the store." 
As she walked through the door that led from her office into the
store area, she was shocked to find that her store was full of
people.  Bosco was frantically punching buttons on the cash
register, trying to keep up with the mob of customers fighting to
get ahead in line.
     "Bosco!  What's going on out here?!"
     "Hold on Miss, I'll be right with you."
     "Bosco!"
     "Oh, it's you!  I haven't got time to explain.  It's the
window display.  They just keep coming!"
     As Bosco scanned the credit cards of the eager customers,
Shelby felt her bra and blouse slowly growing even tighter.  She
crossed her arms to cover herself up and fought her way through the
crowd to the exit so she could get a look at the store's display
window.  Once she got outside, she was shocked to see what was
drawing all the customers to her shop.  There was a female
mannequin clad in thigh high black vinyl boots, and a black vinyl
thong bikini holding a whip.  When the mannequin shifted positions
and struck a new pose, Shelby realized it was not a mannequin at
all but Grimmy!
     "Grimmy!  What are you doing!"
     Reading her lips through the glass, Grimmy shifted positions
again and bent over with her butt facing Shelby, and then proceeded
to spank herself with the whip.
     "My business will be ruined!" thought Shelby.  But then the
worsening tightness in her bra reminded her that at the moment her
store was doing more business than it ever had before.  She noticed
for the first time that reporters were among the crowd, doing live
reports for the local news shows.  Someone in the crowd pointed her
out as being the owner, and the reporters swarmed around her.  She
was stuck, and now she wished she had changed her top before she
came outside.
     "Miss Dodson, why have you taken it upon yourself to challenge
the recent decency ordinance and put a scantily clad model in your
window for everyone to see."
     "Well actually, the only thing I did was tell my employee to
do something different for the window display.  Wait a
minute...ordinance?  What ordinance?"  Her bra was now becoming
unbearable.  Some of the reporters gasped as one button and then
another popped from the middle of Shelby's blouse.  She was too
busy contemplating her situation to notice this development,
however.
     Just then a police car pulled up.  Two cops got out and one of
them confronted Shelby, "Mam, I'm afraid we have to ask you to
remove that model from the window or we're going to have to arrest
her for indecent exposure."
     "Indecent exposure?  But I..."  Unfortunately, Shelby had
ignored her overly tight bra a little too long.  The velcro closure
on the front, designed for easy access, gave way and let her now
melon-sized breasts spill out, popping three more buttons in the
process.  The shirt now did barely anything to cover her melons.
     "That's it!"  yelled the cop, immediately handcuffing Shelby
and throwing her into the car.  "Go get that slut out of the
window," he ordered his partner.  In his anger, the cop neglected
to check for any other employees inside the store, so the police
car sped off, leaving Bosco in the store to fend for himself, with
an even bigger crowd of eager customers.

*************

     Shelby and Grimmy sat in the cell together.  The cops had
given Shelby an oversized shirt from a police uniform, but as the
hours passed, Shelby's chest began to fill the shirt.  She used her
one phone call to call her shop, and get Bosco to close for the day
and come bail her out.  But Bosco never answered the phone, and
Shelby continued to grow.
     "Why doesn't that idiot just go home!"
     Grimmy, wrapped in a police blanket to cover her unlawful
outfit, sat on a bench grinning at Shelby the whole time.
     "What are you looking at?"
     "I think you know exactly what I'm looking at."
     Shelby turned her back to Grimmy and put her hands to her
breasts.  Her skin was tingling and she was growing fast enough
that she could feel they were heavier than before.  She had lost
sight of her feet long ago and she feared that if she relaxed her
back muscles for one second she would topple forward.  They were
each the size of volleyballs now, and she could feel them swelling
bigger by the minute.  They seemed to stretch out miles in front of
her.  She supposed that she should be happy that her wish was being
fulfilled, but being arrested and thrown into the cell with her
creepy employee was destroying the wonder of the moment.
     "I guess you got your wish."
     "What are you talking about?"  Shelby spun around, almost
losing her balance.  Grimaldi seemed to know everything.
     "To tell the truth, I did that window thing out of spite, but
now it seems your business will be bigger than ever.  And with that
little show YOU put on for the reporters..." Grimaldi's eyes
dropped to Shelby's breasts once again.  She smirked and then
turned away, not finishing her sentence.
     Shelby walked over to the bars and tried to push Grimmy's
words out of her mind.  She suddenly noticed that the shirt was
uncomfortably tight.  She glanced down at her chest and raised her
hand to her mouth to cover the gasp.  Her breasts had grown several
inches and were each bigger than basketballs.  One of her buttons
popped off and sailed into the hallway.  She was about to burst
into tears when she heard the voice of a policeman coming down the
corridor.  She felt a blanket thrown around her shoulders from
behind.
     "I think you need this more than I do.  Here comes the
cavalry."
     Shelby heard a familiar voice conversing with the policeman
and was shocked when he appeared followed by, "Madame Nashon!" 
Madame Nashon seemed to ignore Shelby, however, and began speaking
directly to her cellmate.
     "Hello niece.  A fine mess you've gotten my client into."
     "Me?  She's the one exposing her bosom in front of local
reporters...and don't think I don't know how that..."
     "Let's get you out of here," Madame Nashon interrupted,
escorting Shelby out of the cell.  Shelby looked back and was
surprised to see the door close with Grimmy still inside the cell. 
     "Don't worry...she's very resourceful and can take care of her
self...Hmm, I see that business is doing well,"  said Madame
Nashon, glancing at Shelby's bust as she opened the car door for
her.
     "They're a little bigger than I wanted, but I don't think
they're growing anymore.  That idiot Bosco must have finally went
home."  Shelby wasn't really happy with her new size.  She wanted
to be bigger, but not this huge.  She considered asking Madame
Nashon to call the whole thing off.
     "Well I'm glad you're satisfied.  I'm still expecting my 5
percent you know.  Maybe you'll be happier with a 5% breast
reduction."
     "A 5% breast reduction," thought Shelby.  This gave her an
idea.
     Madame Nashon dropped her off at the store, which was now
closed.  Bosco left a note saying that he'd deposited the day's
profits in the bank and went home.  "It would have been nice if he
said how much, but I guess I can figure that out for myself," she
said, squeezing her enormous breasts.  She felt as if she had a
couple enormous water balloons sloshing around underneath the skin
of her chest.
     She picked up her cellular phone and called her bank.  She
used special codes to transfer money to Madame Nashon's account. 
First, she transferred 5% of her earnings, and soon felt a slight
change in her breasts.  "I might as well give her more, after all,
she made my fondest wish come true."  She continued transferring
small amounts until they had shrunk back to the size of
volleyballs.
     "I guess I'd better stay this size since all the local news
shows saw me like this yesterday."  When she checked her messages,
she found that the men she had planned to contact as potential
investors had actually called her first after seeing her on the
local news that night.  "This is even better than I had hoped!  I
guess I owe Grimmy for that stunt she pulled."
     She slept in her office and woke up the next morning long
before opening time.  She planned to visit the office of one of the
men who had called her the previous day.  She raided her store for
clothes to fit her new figure.  When she was dressed and ready to
go, she left her office and found that Bosco had taken it upon
himself to open the store a little bit early.  He didn't even seem
to notice her as she walked by since he was already handling a huge
line of customers.  As she reached the front of the shop, Shelby
was shocked to see Grimmy back in the window display.  Her outfit
wasn't as revealing as the one she had worn the previous day, but
the tight denim shorts and lycra haltertop drew just as large a
crowd, especially since she chose to keep the whip in her routine.
     As Shelby neared the exit, she was hit with an oversized blue
t-shirt.  "You might need that later!"  shouted Grimmy as she
continued dancing.  Shelby was confused, but didn't have time to
argue, so she stuffed it inside her briefcase and left.

*************

     As she waited for the investor to get out of a meeting, Shelby
began to realize what Grimmy was talking about.  Fortunately for
her, she had chosen to wear a body-hugging red dress made from
stretchy material.  While she sat waiting, her shop was getting
more business than ever, since yesterday's events had been
broadcast on the news.  Already her breasts were about the size of
basketballs and were swelling slightly out of the top of her bra
and the neckline of her dress, showing several inches of cleavage.
     She was thankful when the man, ironically the owner of a bra-
making business, finally was able to see her.  It seemed he had
prepared a list of questions and concerns to pose to Miss Dodson,
but the sight of her now left him at a loss for words.
     "Uh M - M - Miss Dodson."  Shelby reached for a handshake but
he intercepted her hand and kissed it.  "The local news didn't do
you justice."
     "I know, I didn't get a chance to give my side of the story." 
As she sat, she heard the velcro adjust on her bra, indicating that
her breasts were very close to bursting out.  They were bigger than
they had gotten the other day in jail.  She wasn't sure how the man
would take it if she exposed her enormous breasts for the second
time in as many days, so she took control of the meeting to hurry
things along and put him on the spot.
     "Mr. Thompson, I'm a busy woman.  I've got several other
investors to meet with today because, as you know my business is
booming..."  Her velcro creaked again and she could almost swear
that her breasts surged outward a full inch more.  As the two large
masses loomed in front of her she thought, "I feel like a blimp. 
I'd better speed this up."
     "Basically, I just need an answer from you.  You know what I
can do for your business.  What can you do for mine?"
     Mr. Thompson straightened up as if he were about to say
something impressive, "Miss Dodson, if you sell my bras in your
shop, this is what I'll do for you:  I will buy the businesses next
to you and expand your shop to fill the whole building.  I will
hire more employees to handle the heavy load of customers you have
right now.  I will invest in tv commercials for you business as
long as you endorse my bras in them and I will even open a new
branch of your shop in another state.  All you have to do is sign
here.  What do you say?"
     Shelby was shocked...this was the first investor she'd visited
and already she was getting the deal of a lifetime.  "I say YES,
Mr. Thompson."  She carefully stood up, signed the contract and
shook his hand.
     "I like the way you do business Miss Dodson..."
     "Shelby."
     "...Shelby...and I look forward to doing it with you in the
future...er...uh, business that is."  He wiped the sweat from his
brow and watched her carefully walk out the door.  Her breasts were
still visible from behind.
     "This is a dream come true!"  thought Shelby, "I feel...I
feel...oh my!"  In her breasts, underneath her skin, she felt as if
a flood was about to happen somehow...like she was about to be
pumped full of something...like something was about to be
transferred into her.  "Transferred!"  She thought, "He wouldn't
start funding me right now would he?  My assets couldn't have
increased already...oh no!"
     Her question was answered by a shredding sound as the front of
her bra finally gave way to her growing breasts.  Fortunately, she
was able to immediately duck into a bathroom.  She checked all the
stalls before going into one and closing the door.  As she sat
down, she finally realized the extent of her situation.  Her
breasts were as big as pumpkins and rested in her lap.  Remarkably,
her dress was still holding out, but they were visibly growing
larger this time.  Shelby was amazed that two things so big could
be part of her body.  "I'm huge!  This is impossible!  What am I
going to do?"
     Her thoughts were interrupted as she felt the sensation of the
sides of her breasts pressing against the sides of the stall, the
toilet paper dispenser pressing painfully into her left breast. 
She began to think of the movie "The Blob" and imagined her breasts
filling the entire bathroom.  "Oh God!  What if they do get that
big?"  Compressed by the walls, her breasts swelled forward,
upward, and downward.  They engulfed her legs and began to swell
toward the floor.  When she heard someone enter the bathroom she
realized her growing boobs were visible beneath the door of the
stall, so she raised her legs and braced her feet up against the
front corners of the stall, effectively lifting and supporting her
breasts out of view.
     "I've got to stop this...GASP!  The phone!"  Shelby remembered
what she did the previous day and decided to give it a try.  She
called her bank's computer and found that Mr. Thompson had already
transferred a large sum of money to her account.  She transferred
a large percentage of it to Madame Nashon and suddenly, her breasts
began to shrink.  Eventually, she was able to put her feet back
down and allowed her breasts to rest in her lap.  She continued
transferring money until her breasts were each slightly smaller
than basketballs.
     "Thank goodness this dress didn't rip.  I don't have time to
get a change of clothes before my next meeting."  Her ordeal had
slightly stretched her amazing dress out of shape, however.  Her
breasts would have to be at least the size of basketballs for it to
fit right.  She could feel that they were still growing thanks to
the sales at her shop, and estimated that her dress would be a
perfect fit by the time she went to her second meeting with the
president of a lingerie manufacturing company.

*************

     When the lingerie exec's secretary finally let her in to see
him, however, her breasts were each the size of Halloween pumpkins. 
She had given up trying to get her bra back on, yet her enormous
breasts still loomed in front of her like two enormous blimps. 
Their tops swelled above her neckline forming two small hills
bulging out of her dress.  She held her hands underneath the
bottoms of her breasts, supporting them like a forklift.  Each step
caused the entire frontal mass to bob downward heavily in the
direction of the planted foot, and then a rebound in the other
direction followed by a small wave of jiggling.  The waves of
jiggling crescendoed with every step so that when she finally
reached the man's desk, her breasts were wobbling wildly.  Shelby
had to bring her hands from underneath her breasts and hug them
forcefully to bring them under control.
     She reached out her hand for a handshake and was shocked to
see that not only was her hand obscured from view by her immense
mammaries, but so was most of the desk in front of her.  In fact,
the only thing she could see was the gape-jawed expression on the
man's face.  Shelby was about to withdraw her outreached hand when
she felt a piece of paper and a pen shoved into it.  She held her
arm out to her side and then brought the paper above her bust so
she could read it.  Apparently, some time during her amazing stroll
across the office, the man had retained enough composure to type up
a contract very similar to the one she had gotten before, only it
promised more profit and begged her to be the spokesperson in their
commercials.  She was going to be rich beyond her wildest dreams
just from these two investors alone!  Shelby eagerly signed the
contract on top of her breasts, thanking God that there were no i's
in her name to dot.  She thanked the man and set the contract on
his desk several inches in front of him so he wouldn't drool on it
and left the office.
     Although she was now guaranteed to become very wealthy,
Shelby's main concern was to get back to her store before the
incident in the bra company bathroom was repeated.  Besides, her
back was killing her.  She decided the express elevator was her
best bet and walked as quickly as she could to get there.  She was
the only one inside when she stepped on and pressed the button for
the lobby.  At first she thought she was going to make a clean
getaway, but the elevator had only gone down a few floors when
Shelby's breasts once again began to expand rapidly.
     "Oh no, not again!" she groaned as her already mountainous
globes expanded to the size of beach balls.  She began to reach for
the cell phone in her purse, but then clutched at the sides of her
breasts as the weight of the increasing flesh dragged her to the
floor.  She fell to her knees and bent forward, leaning on her
expanding boobs.  In a few seconds she was able to kneel
comfortably with her breasts resting on the ground in front of her. 
Last time her breasts were big enough to fill a bathroom stall, and
already they were about to surpass even that vast size.
     "My God!  They're enormous!  I can't believe it!  My tits are
bigger than the rest the rest of me!"  Her amazing dress finally
burst off her breasts, sounding like the muffled pop of a water
balloon.  Immediately, Shelby's nipples hit the cool metal of the
elevator doors and her breasts began to push her towards the back
wall of the elevator.  The ding of the bell brought Shelby back to
her senses as she realized the doors were about to open for someone
to get on.  She reached into her purse and grabbed the cell phone,
but suddenly a sharp jerk shook it from her hands as the elevator
began to plummet toward the basement.  Her breasts had exceeded the
maximum weight capacity!  Shelby felt like she was floating as the
box she was in accelerated towards certain doom.
     "My breasts!  Too much weight!  I've got to lighten the load!" 
But the cell phone was no where in sight.  Meanwhile, her breasts
became bigger and bigger.  She was amazed when she felt her tits
squeezing against the hard wood of the side walls of the elevator. 
They filled the entire view in front of her.  "I can't believe this
is all me," she said, spreading her arms wide and then leaning on
top of the throbbing mass.  She hugged her jiggling pile of boob
flesh as if it was a giant teddy bear as her life flashed before
her eyes.  Shelby snapped out of her trance, however, when she
heard the sound of wood breaking.  Her breasts were becoming too
wide for the elevator!  She straightened up, finding they were now
large enough for her to stand with them resting on the floor.  She
watched as the side panels bulged outward from the force of her
growing breasts.  She watched her bust slowly trying to force its
way out of the elevator, every once in a while turning her
attention to the rapidly falling digits on the elevator display.
     Suddenly, she heard a loud screeching noise and saw sparks
through the holes her breasts had torn in the walls.  The numbers
on the display descended more and more slowly until finally she
felt the elevator grind to a halt right at the basement floor.  The
metal framework of the elevator had been forced outward against the
elevator shaft and stopped her descent!
     "I'm saved by my breasts!"  Shelby laughed nervously,
collapsing as far forward as she could before her bust stopped her. 
The tops of her breasts now rose higher than her body, and she
almost forgot the fact they were still growing until she felt
herself being pressed against the back wall of the elevator.
     "Huh, oh no!  They're still growing!  I can't stop it!  I'll
be crushed!"  Just then the cell phone came into view, wedged high
atop her breasts in the middle of her cleavage.  But no matter how
hard she tried, she couldn't reach it.  It was becoming difficult
to breathe, and in frustration she pounded her breasts with her
fists.  The punches sent waves through her breasts that dislodged
the cell phone and it fell within inches of her hand.
     "Hold on lady!  We'll get you out!"  came a voice from
outside.  The elevator creaked as the tops of her breasts reached
the elevator ceiling.  Finally, the slope of the giant orbs was
steep enough that the cell phone slipped into her waiting hand. 
She quickly dialed the bank and transferred assets to Madame Nashon
in the highest increments her bank would allow.  Rapidly her
breasts shrank and released her from the wall.  She could only get
them down to the size of beach balls before the elevator doors
started to weaken.  She ripped her dress and converted it into a
skirt.  She retrieved the oversized t-shirt from her now crushed
briefcase and managed to pull it over her mighty boobs just before
the emergency team ripped the doors open.
     She jogged past them and jiggled away as fast as she could.
     "Wow, she's huge!"  gasped one of the men.
     "If they only knew," thought Shelby, and quickly found her car
and sped away.

*****************

     Shelby's destination was very clear to her.  She was now very
wealthy, but she could no longer stand the bizarre behavior of her
breasts.  She stormed into the eerie black building as fast as she
could get her chest to go and wobbled over to Madame Nashon.
     "Madame Nashon, I..."
     "I know why you're here.  I'm glad you made it out of the
elevator without injury.  I'm afraid the magic I gave you was a
little too strong."
     "A little??"
     "I understand that you're not satisfied, and want to break off
our contract."
     "Yes, please!  I can't take this anymore!"
     "I expected your arrival, and I already prepared this
antidote.  I see that you have learned how to control your size by
transferring your funds to someone."
     "Yes..."  It seemed that Madame Nashon hadn't checked her bank
account yet.  "Won't she be surprised," thought Shelby.
     "Well here is what you must do.  Drink from this vial," Nashon
pulled a vial from her pocket and handed it to Shelby, who eagerly
gulped it down.  It tasted much better than the other potion.
     "By 6:00 pm, you must make them the size that you
desire...after then the spell will be broken and that is the size
you will remain."
     "That's it?"
     "That's it."
     "Thank you Madame Nashon!  I am eternally grateful."
     "Oh don't thank me, I have caused you much trouble.  I only
hope I can compensate you enough for your hardships."
     Shelby raced back to the shop and helped Bosco and Grimmy
clear out the customers.  She didn't want to do any more growing
before the spell wore off.  She then called her bank and
transferred enough funds to Madame Nashon so that her breasts
shrank to a size slightly larger than basketballs.  Their weight
was painful, but she liked the effect that size had on the second
investor she had visited.
     Shelby was about to close the shop behind Bosco and Grimmy as
they left for the day when Grimmy turned back to say a few words.
     "I hope you've settled everything with my aunt.  Maybe now you
know that magic is dangerous to play around with."
     "I suppose so, but it did turn my business around."
     "Funny, I didn't think you were satisfied."
     "Well, I'm not...not yet anyway.  Thank your aunt for me."
     "I will.  I'll be picking her up from the bank today."
     "The bank?"
     "Yeah, it seems she's had a lot of unsatisfied clients
recently.  Serves her right for having a money-back guarantee."
     "Well, maybe her finances won't be as bad as she thinks.  See
you tomorrow Grimmy."
     Shelby locked the door and looked at the clock.  5:40 pm. 
Only 20 minutes to go.  "I won't be needing this anymore," she
said, and tossed her cell phone on the counter next to the cash
register.  She then roamed around her shop, picking out various
outfits that would fit her.  She finally picked out a black dress
like the red one she had destroyed earlier.  She put it on without
a bra to reproduce the look she had when she visited the lingerie
company.  As she admired herself in the mirror at the back of the
store, she began to think about Grimaldi's words.
     "It sounded as if Nashon has to make some big paybacks for
poor work.  She should never have to work again with the money I've
given her.  Lucky for her I'm satisfied with her work or she'd have
to pay me back."  Shelby froze and stared blankly into the mirror. 
"But...she's breaking the spell because I wasn't...satisfied...but
...but...all that money...surely she wouldn't...GASP!"  Shelby
snapped back to her senses, "When does the bank close?!  6:00 pm?!" 
Shelby glanced at the clock.  5:50 pm.  "If Madame Nashon is at the
bank, she'd probably be making her deposit right about..."
     Suddenly, Shelby's breasts began to tingle fiercely.  It was
as if she could sense the abundant wealth being transferred to her
account and being added to her assets.  She once again stared
blankly at the mirror and froze as her breasts surged outward
faster than they ever had before.  They swelled like two bloated
water balloons being filled from a fire hose.  Frightened by the
sight of herself growing so rapidly, she broke her stare and turned
away from the mirror.  Her breasts expanded to the size of beach
balls and then bean bag chairs within seconds and the weight threw
her to the ground, her body bouncing on top of them.  Seconds later
they were so large that she rose to her feet and bent at the waist,
comfortably resting her torso on the soft, warm mass of breasts
beneath her.  The dress literally exploded this time, not leaving
a shred of cloth to cover her body.
     "What have I done," she thought as seconds later she was able
to stand up straight, her growing tits only inches shorter than the
height of her body.  In seconds more, her breasts were large enough
to dwarf a minivan.  Like before, her breasts were rapidly becoming
the only thing she could see.  They swelled before her, toppling
clothes racks and crushing mannequins.  Her gigantic nipples crept
forward, leading twin paths of destruction like guided cruise
missiles.  As she gazed over the top of them, she felt as if she
was watching the horizon of some heavenly body, steadily gaining
mass until it dwarfed everything in site.  Seconds later, her
breasts reached more than half the distance to the front of the
store, thankfully rising high enough now to block her view of her
disastrous mistake.
     Now all she could watch was two giant walls of her own flesh
rapidly rising above her, growing toward the ceiling.  She could
still feel her nipples clearing a path toward the front of the
store.  Finally, her breasts met the ceiling and side walls.  She
was totally engulfed in tits and waited to be crushed to death
against the mirror on the back wall.  As she held her breath, she
felt the her breasts meet the front wall, increasing the pressure
against her body at the opposite side of the store.  She was about
to lose conscientiousness when the flimsy two-way mirror shattered
and she was pushed through into her back office.
     "I...I'm still alive."
     That revelation made her feel as if she was waking from a
dream, but she soon realized that she was still firmly attached to
two mammoth body parts which slightly bulged through the hole where
the mirror used to be.  "Unnh, I can feel all the walls in
there...what's going to happen to me?"  A rumbling sound echoed
throughout the building and Shelby noticed cracks forming in the
back wall.  She closed her eyes, feeling the sensation of her
gigantic breasts swelling inside a huge brick box.  She heard
debris falling around her but didn't open her eyes until she felt
the cool night air and realized there was no more pressure on her
chest.  Her building was completely demolished.  It would take all
her wealth just to pay for the damages to nearby businesses.
     She gazed at the mountain her bust had become.  If felt like
she was attached to two small planets.  They didn't seem to be
growing anymore.  Shelby gasped when she realized what that meant. 
"It's past 6 pm.  The spell is broken.  I'm stuck like this
forever."
     As the sirens came, Shelby meditated for a while before she
burst into tears.  Her bust terribly bloated with the wealth she
desired so badly.  Now it seemed that she possessed nothing, and
yet possessed more than she ever wanted...

The End...more tales to come


