Part One of a two-part story by Andy

Harry Beck came home from the office late Thursday evening. It was getting close to Christmas and the cold weather was starting to creep into the marrow of his bones. The wind swept leaves past him as he got out of his car and headed for the front door of his house.
     He stepped up onto the porch and put the key into the lock, opened the door and walked in. The house was cozy and full of warmth, having been decorated for the season nearly two weeks before. He greeted his wife, Angela, as she came in from the kitchen still wearing her apron. "You look great, honey. Boy, that wind out there is sure…"
     "I know, I can hear it through the shutters on the back windows. I'm glad you made it in and out of that nasty weather." She gave him a hug and a small peck on the lips. "Hang that coat up and get ready for dinner. It should be ready in just a few minutes. And tell Jenny to get ready too, she's in her room studying." With that, she went back into the kitchen.
     Harry took the coat off and placed it on a rack. He felt the pockets to see if he had left anything in them from the day at work: as usual he had. "What's in here today?" He stuck his hand in the pocket and pulled out the contents. Three scraps of paper, a bottle of tablets, a tube of something and a pencil. "Guess I'll take it back in the morning," he said under his breath.
     He placed the contents back into the pockets and hung the coat up in the closet. He turned and went up the stair to the bedroom when he remembered that he had to tell Jenny that dinner was almost ready. He knocked on his daughter's bedroom door and Jenny's head appeared. "Dinner is almost ready, you might want to get ready to eat."
     "OK, I will be down in just a couple of minutes." Jenny went back to work on her math problem so she wouldn't be lost when she came back from dinner.
     Jenny was not a typical sophomore. She studied voraciously, worked out, and carried herself with an amount of pride that kept her head up, yet had a humbleness about her that everybody liked. She was popular, had a boyfriend, although he knew where he stood when a report was due — and that was second place. Shoulder-length brown hair framed an almost perfect face, dimpled and freckled; she was a magnet for all the boys. Jenny was thin and watched her weight, and for the most part was self-conscious only to the degree that she wanted to keep herself looking at her best. Her blue jeans fit perfectly, in the same way that an inner-tube inflates to fill a tire — they were a perfect fit, or maybe she was the perfect size — it was a toss-up.
     She'd had long discussions with Jeff, her boyfriend, on matters that they would never have dared mention to their parents. Inevitably, the subject of body parts had come up and occupied several hours of talk between them. Jenny, after long hesitation, brought up that fact that she would love to have larger breasts, but the fact that her body-fat was so low prevented her from having them. She wasn't going to give up her slim figure for big boobs — that was just out of the question. Jeff sulked at the notion that she might always have smaller breasts, but it didn't scare him off.
     The fact was, Jenny couldn't put on enough body-fat to grow the breasts. She had tried for the past two years, hoping that puberty wouldn't leave her behind and forget about the most important feature of a young woman. She wore a size just smaller than her mom, a 36 B, but then her mom had had two kids. If this was what she had to look forward to, she would just stop worrying: bigger breasts just wouldn't happen.
     At that moment, Jenny's dad came back by, "Don't forget about dinner, hon."
     "OK, I'm coming now." She had just got done with the problem and laid the pencil down on the desk.
     

Dinner progressed as usual, conversation of the day's chores of school and work. Jenny's older brother had gone skiing that week and was still up in the mountains. Jenny had wanted to go with him, but had too much going on with her school work right before the holidays. "I wonder how Brian's doing?" she said.
     "I imagine that we will hear from him in the next couple of hours. He said that he would call the night before he started back." Her mom was salting some of the chicken that she had placed on the plate.
     About that time, the phone rang, interrupting dinner as it always did at 6:30 every night. "I don't know why people don't call before or after this time every evening. It's like they plan it," Jenny mumbled as she got up to get the phone. "Hey Brian! How's it going?" She paused, "OK, well how long will you be staying to?" She looked around, "Dad, do you have a piece of paper I can write Brian's phone number on?" She kept on looking.
     "There's a piece in my coat pocket, and a pencil." He was looking around too, paper and pencils always seem to disappear when you need one or the other.
     Jenny opened the door and dove her hand into the pocket and pulled out a hand full of items. She got the paper and the pencil, but a tube of something fell out and onto the floor. "What a mess! — no, not you Brian, Dad's coat. It has everything in it. Doesn't he ever clean this thing out?"
     "I heard that," Jenny's dad called from the dining room with a mouth full of food.
     
     With the dishes cleaned up, Jenny started back up the stairs when she remembered the tube that had fallen out of her dad's coat pocket. Better pick it up, she thought, he might need it. It was on the floor, an ordinary silvery prescription tube, but as big as a tube of toothpaste.
     Her dad's job always interested her. He worked in the research and development department, on products and applications for reconstructive surgery. He often brought stuff home and explained what it was for.
     The label was the usual printed one, stuck on the tube at a slight angle...

She put the tube back and started up the stairs but paused halfway when she heard her dad describing the stuff in the tube to her mom. "It's a neat product. It will be worth millions when it makes it to market in a couple of years." He was walking across the living room to the closet. He got the tube out of his coat pocket and took it back to the kitchen. "It divides the fat cells in the breast tissue. By doing that, the individual fat cells increase to the size of the original cells within the breasts with the fat intake of the patient. A woman can increase her breast size naturally." Harry looked pleased with himself as though he had the answer to the ultimate question.
     "And this is supposed to help women who have had mastectomies?" Angela was looking at him incredulously.
     "Well, yeah. It allows a woman to have breasts on her own rather than having to go through the painful and sometimes repetitive surgeries to rebuild a missing breast." He was holding the tube as though it was a valuable piece at an auction house. "There are some people that would want to use the product for recreational purposes, but I think that should demand a higher price. All of this is based on whether or not the FDA approves the product or not."
     "Leave it to the government to stick their hands into everything." His wife finished putting up some of the dishes. "Well, let's watch a little TV before we go to bed, I think there's a James Bond film on tonight — The Man With The Golden Gun."
     

Jenny went back into her room. "So that's what's in that tube." She went back to her desk and finished another problem from her homework, but the whole time she was pondering how to get the tube back to her room. Jenny could only think, 'If it divides fat cells in a woman that has had a mastectomy, then why shouldn't it divide the fat cells in healthy breasts as well?'
     All of the sudden she found herself thirsty. Maybe it was all the thinking — no, that had made her mouth water. Maybe she just wanted to go downstairs and see what was going on and see if her dad had left the tube lying around somewhere. He was sure to misplace it and leave it at home anyway. She had often wondered how somebody so brilliant could be so forgetful about things.
     She made her casual way down to the kitchen, found a glass and went to the refrigerator for the orange juice. From the living room, she could hear the movie, "The name's Bond. James Bond." She grinned as she poured the sparkling juice into her glass, then noticed the tube lying on the counter. Quickly, she slipped it into her pocket and pulled her sweatshirt down to hide the bulge. Her heart thumping, she went upstairs three steps at a time and closed her bedroom door, took out the tube with trembling fingers and hid it under her pillow — for later!
     

An hour and a half passed as she tried to finish her homework. Somewhere around 9:30, she managed to get into bed. She waited until she heard her parents' bedroom door finally close, which seemed to take forever. She even waited another ten minutes before she got out of bed and went to the door. Taking the pair of pants she had been wearing that night, she placed them along the base of the door to block any light from escaping. Then she turned on the small lamp on the night stand beside her bed. It was a small ambient light, but it was sufficient for what she was going to do. She reached underneath her pillow and pulled out the tube.
     It had every appearance of a toothpaste tube except for the labeling and some of the colors usually associated with brand names. She unscrewed the cap and placed it on the table, then mashed the tube a little to see what kind of stuff was in it. It came out in an almost clear gel. Quickly, she put the tube down, took her nightshirt off, and grabbed the tube again. The coolness of the room made her nipples stand straight out and goose-bumps run all over her body. "Well, here it goes," in a whisper, "no more flat chest. The perfect top with the perfect bottom." She giggled under her breath. She squeezed a little of the gel onto her fingertip, lifted it to her left breast and began to massage it into her skin. Slowly, she covered the entire breast. After a few minutes, she switched hands and breasts and did the right breast in the same fashion.
     Careful to wipe the gel off her hands on a wash rag that she had brought into her room earlier (she didn't want fat fingers), she sat and waited for the gel to dry and absorb into her skin. After about fifteen minutes, it was dry enough for her to replace her nightshirt. She hid the tube in the bottom drawer of her dresser, turned out the lamp and went to bed. She smiled herself to sleep.
     

The next morning when the alarm rang, she jumped out of bed expecting to find that her breasts had grown, but what she found was her same body in the same state that she had left it the night before. Disappointed, she got ready for school. The last day before school got out for Christmas holidays. After the assignments all got turned in, everybody was going to party for the rest of the day. Who actually did any work on the last day of the year before Christmas? There would be candy for everyone, and at the end of the day, an assembly of the whole school in the auditorium for a Christmas play that nobody would pay attention to. What a day! She couldn't help but wonder why they even bothered with the day, perhaps they could just let out a day earlier and be done with it — it made better sense to her.
     

Each class had its own mini-party. A candy-cane here, a piece of chocolate there. By the time she had gone to her fourth class of the day, Jenny was candied out! She smiled up at Jeff. "Jeff, really, I think that I've had enough. I haven't eaten this much candy in six Halloweens!"
     "OK, I guess we'll just have to go out tonight and have something then." He was hoping that she would graciously accept.
     "I think that would be good. Come on over after school and we'll decide where we are going to go." She looked across the room and then back at Jeff, "and please, don't bring any candy, it can wait until after Christmas — next year." She smiled, he agreed and they went on talking, this time about the woes of the play that was coming up just an hour from then.
     

"…Italian is good, just filling. I love eating Italian anytime I can, but with you it's even better," Jenny was talking with her mouth still full. Jeff was directly across from her at the small table and grinning from ear to ear.
     "I would say that you like it really good." He couldn't help but rub it in a little, "you have a little sauce on your lip, no, yeah, right there." Jeff always enjoyed the candlelight dinners that they had at the little restaurant on the corner just inside of town. One of their favorite places to go.
     "Oops, would you excuse me for just a couple of minutes? I need to get this sauce out of my shirt before it really stains it." She got up and rushed to the restroom.
     Jeff took another bite of his ravioli and grinned as he chewed, "Women! Well, at least I only have one to worry about. Maybe I can keep it that way." He wanted to keep Jenny for the rest of his life if he had any say in the matter.
     

In the restroom, Jenny went to the sink and tried to blot out the stain with a paper towel and water. The more she worked, the worse it got. Then she realized, looking past her chest toward the stain on her shirt, things seemed a little different. She put down the paper towel and dried her hands on another one. Reaching up with both hands, she cupped herself, realizing that she had indeed grown a little over the course of the day. "Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy! It's happening!"
     "What's happening?" A voice came from one of the stalls.
     Jenny was somewhat startled, "Oh, uh, nothing, just faking an orgasm." Giggling excitedly, she put the paper towels in the trash, left the restroom and returned to the table.
     "Jeff," she spoke in a whisper, looking round the restaurant, "do my breasts seem larger to you?"
     This definitely caught him off-guard. "Well, I know that it sounds bad, but I haven't really noticed. Is this a recent thing that you have seen? You might be the first to notice." Jeff was trying to be as kind as possible, but he really hadn't noticed if they were or not. "Maybe you could show me in a little while?"
     "Yeah, I might just do that." She smiled at him, considering the proposition.
     They finished their meal and headed for Jeff's car. He was looking at her as though he should notice something. Something was different, but he blew it off. He thought that it might just be that time of the month again — that always made her act a little different. He guessed he'd know soon enough.
     Jeff's car was an old Mustang that his dad had helped him refurbish. Everything had been rebuilt, including the seats. The back seat was really nice, especially on cold Saturday evenings.
     He closed Jenny's door and hurried round to the driver's side. By the time he was in his seat, Jenny already had her shirt pulled up, taking a good look at her breasts. Luckily the windows were fogged up, so no one could see.
     "Jenny, what are you doing?" Jeff couldn't tell if he liked this come-on or not, after all, it was in a parking lot in the middle of town. "Wow, maybe you have grown a little, it has been a few days since I've had a peek at…"
     "No, this has happened in the last couple of hours." She stared off into space and remembered all of the candy that she had eaten during the day. "I guess my body finally got the message that I wanted bigger boobs!" She thought again to herself about what her dad had said. If the gel caused the fat cells to divide and then enlarge to the size of the original cells when they got the nourishment, her breasts would probably be close to twice their size when the process was finished. "Well, Jeff, what do you think? How big would you like them?" She was beaming at him — two eyes and the two nipples that he could see through the bra cups.
     "How big would I like them?" Jeff cleared his throat, "Maybe you should consider that question before you pose it to me. I think that you know the answer." His blood pressure was going up, and so was something else.
     Jenny pulled the shirt back down over her chest and leaned over and kissed Jeff proudly on the lips. Then she sat back and smiled. "I guess we don't have anymore school work for a couple of weeks, do we? We can spend a little more time around each other."
     "Be great for me. As a matter of fact, I would be upset if you didn't want to be around me."
     "Let's go over to my house and watch a movie. Maybe something good is on tonight." She was still smiling when they drove off down the road.
     

They both sat down on the couch in her living room and turned on the TV with the remote. "I like the Bond movies. Think there is one of those still on tonight? I think it's a special two-week deal where they show all of the old ones." Jeff was an avid Bond fan, and like Bond couldn't keep his hands off his leading lady. He reached around and grabbed Jenny with both hands and planted a kiss on her lips then sat back in the chair as though nothing had happened, just two seconds before her father entered the room.
     "Hi, Jeff, nice to see you. Haven't seen you in a week or two," Harry said as he walked over to his favorite chair. He liked Jeff and had hoped that he would stick around.
     Jeff liked Jenny's dad too, but he wished that he would let them be in the living room by themselves for a change. "Well, school's out for two weeks, you might have to get after me with a broom to get rid of me before we go back." They both laughed and then turned their attention to something more pressing — Pussy Galore.
     

About halfway through Goldfinger on a commercial break, Jenny's dad stretched in his chair, "Jenny, did you happen to see a tube in the kitchen last night?"
     "What kind of tube?" she knew she was caught then.
     "Oh, about the size of toothpaste tube, silver in color. It was sitting on the counter last night, or so I thought." He motioned with his hands as to where it was located.
     "I haven't seen it when I've been in there today," she was trying to evade the truth a little. "Where was it in the kitchen?"
     "It was between the refrigerator and the end of the counter."
     Jenny saw her chance to get off the hook, "The trash can is right at the end of the counter — it could have gotten bumped and fallen in?"
     Her dad started to get up, and then sat back down, "Well, if that is where it went, then I guess it's gone. I took out the trash about two hours ago right before the truck came by to get it. Fortunately there is more at work. I just had that one in my pocket when I came home yesterday. No harm done, I just didn't want to waste it." The movie came back on and took the attention away from the subject permanently.
     

After the movie, Jeff and Jenny went outside for few minutes to say good-bye to each other. Jeff kissed her and she responded wonderfully to his caress of her back. "You know my dad is probably watching?" Jenny grinned.
     "Yeah, let's give him something to watch," and he pulled her close to him again and kissed her for a full minute. "Now, was that as good for you as it was for me? I think I'll just leave the car and float home."
     "Just be careful. Call me tomorrow when you get up and we'll see if there is anything that we can do." She waved at him as he pulled out of the driveway and into the road, and then down the street and out of sight.
     

In her bedroom that same evening, Jenny had already gotten out of her clothes, but instead of putting on her usual sleeping shirt, she put on her robe. As with the night before, she waited until everything was quiet, blocked the light from showing under the door, turned on the lamp and got out the tube. She sat down on the bed and parted the robe. "Wow, there's a difference for sure," she whispered to herself, not wanting her parents to hear anything. She applied the gel in the same way that she had the night before, then waited for it to soak into her skin and dry. "This is neat. What I need is something with a high caloric intake." She didn't want anymore of the candy, she'd had enough of that to last for a while.
     She returned the tube to the drawer and turned the light off. Slowly she opened the door, crept down to the kitchen and looked in the refrigerator. "Egg-Nog?" She had passed it up the night before, preferring the orange juice. "Wow, look at the calories! I may get to like this stuff." She got down a glass and tried some of it. "Spicy, sweet, kind'a like a milkshake without the slushy ice."
     

The alarm went off beside Jenny's bed Saturday morning. Jenny woke up with a jerk and she reached over and slapped the alarm off. "I thought that I turned that thing off last night," still half asleep. "Yuck! That stuff left an awful taste in my mouth." Jenny had not brushed her teeth before she had gotten back in bed the night before. Still tired, she rolled over onto her side and got cozy under the covers again.
     All of a sudden, she woke up completely! Her eyes were wide open and her mouth was open like a fish in an aquarium. Underneath the covers, she had stretched her arms and legs out and then pulled herself back together in a ball. Her arms were in front of her and across her chest and she could not believe what she felt.
     She had taken her robe off before she got in the bed and not put a shirt on. She had always liked the way the cool sheets felt against her nipples when she crawled under the sheets at night. The sheets weren't arousing her nipples this morning, her thoughts were. Her arms cradled her breasts as though she was carrying two large grapefruit in her crossed arms. Slowly, she pulled her hands close to her upper chest where they both lay flat above each breast. She brought them down across her breasts until she came to her nipples, perched atop of her swollen assets. Jenny's eyes got even bigger when she cupped her breasts in her hands, finding that each was now too big for a single hand.
     She rolled onto her back and looked at the ceiling and brought her hands up to grab the covers. She raised the covers to have a look at her breasts. Her eyes showed shock and amazement! Her breasts sat, or, rather rolled around on, her chest like two stiff water balloons. "Wow! I must be twice the size of my mom! Oops!" She really couldn't believe that she had grown like that. "If that gel causes the fat cells to divide then they must have been dividing in overtime." She just continued to stare at herself and shake her head.
     She got out from under the covers and sat up on the edge of her bed. Already, the weight of her new breasts was pulling on the muscles of her chest. She couldn't keep her hands off her breasts. Her nipples had already been aroused, but now they were so hard that they ached to be touched. She could even tell that the blood flow was increasing into them as she became more excited at the prospect of having bigger breasts.
     Jenny stood up from her bed and walked across the room to her dresser and looked into the mirror mounted on the back of it. "I suppose that I would pass the pencil test now?" she giggled as she said it. She looked around for a pencil to try it out — just for fun. She got one of the pencils out of her book-bag, lifted her right breast, put the pencil under it and then lowered it back down. The pencil was wedged in between the skin of her breast and her chest. "Wow, there's actually room for several pencils." She took some more pencils from her book-bag and placed them under her right breast in the same way. When she had finished, her right breast supported not only the first pencil, but also three more pencils, a pen and a block eraser that she kept in her book-bag with them.
     All of a sudden she thought of something, "If my dad sees these, he's going to know where the tube went. How am I going to hide these things? They're huge!" She grabbed her bra and slid it down her arms then placed the hooks together. She twisted it so that the hooks were in the back and then pulled the shoulder straps over her shoulders. Her breasts were bulging over the cups. She pulled the cups of the bra out to persuade her breasts to fall into them, but it was a much tighter fit than she had imagined. Breast now squirted out from under the cups in all directions. "This is going to be hard. Maybe I can talk Jeff into taking me to the store for a couple of new bras this afternoon?" She stood looking at herself in the mirror for a few minutes.
     She finally reached over and grabbed a large sweatshirt that she had worn for a couple of years. It was actually one of her brother's shirts, but she had taken it when she found that she liked it. It was bulky enough to cover everything and show little sign of her emerging self. After studying herself in the mirror for a few more minutes and convincing herself that she could get away with it, she put on a pair of pants and went downstairs.
     Jenny turned on the TV and sat down on the couch. It was a cold day outside and the heat had been on in the house. It made it seem more and more like Christmas was coming. She cuddled with a couple of pillows on the couch and watched some of the cartoons that she had liked for years.
     After a few minutes of watching, her stomach gave a loud growl and begged to be fed. "OK, let's see what we can have for breakfast." She walked into the kitchen and looked around much like the night before, and just like the night before, she stopped at the refrigerator again. "Surely these things have stopped growing by now?" She smiled, looking down at her shirt. She had found the egg-nog really good. "I guess a little won't hurt me, and I can have something else for breakfast when they get up." The spicy-white liquid filled the glass up halfway. It was thick and creamy. She had been very right to consider it as a milkshake without ice. Carrying the glass with her she went back into the living room and sat down on the couch.
     The morning taste in her mouth soon went away and the spicy taste of the egg-nog took over. The creamy liquid went down into her stomach and started to be digested right away, since this was the only thing that she had eaten that morning. As it progressed through her system, the calories in the egg-nog were dispersed into the blood stream, and the blood found the best place to put the 'extra-energy'. Stored energy always gets put into fat cells in the human body, and it treated Jenny's body the same way. Her high metabolism had kept her body from storing very much energy over the years, but the gel had caused her body to produce many more fat cells in the area of her chest than she had before. The egg-nog was dispersed evenly throughout her body's many fat cells. Now, most of Jenny's fat cells were located in her breasts.
     Jenny sipped from the glass until the last drop was gone. She even licked the rim of the glass, not letting any of the spiced milk get away. For an hour she sat there on the couch until she drifted off to sleep. Her mom woke her up with a gentle shake. "Jenny? Good morning." Her mom smiled at her. "You must have gotten up early this morning? What would you like for breakfast?"
     Jenny woke on up and sat up on the couch. "I guess I was still tired," she could taste the egg-nog that she had finished about an hour before. "I don't know, what are you thinking about fixing?"
     "I was going to put on some coffee and then I thought about some toast and bacon. Is that all right?"
     "Yeah, that's OK. I think that I will have orange juice though," she looked at her mom that same way a cat might that had just been woken up — still half asleep. Her mom turned and went into the kitchen. Jenny stretched her arms out and felt a strange tightness in her chest. The bra was digging into her skin all the way around her chest and towards her back. It was definitely tighter than when she had first put it on. "I better call Jeff. I really need to go to the store." With that, she got up from the couch and went to her room so she could talk on the phone in private.
     

"Jeff? Hey, it's me. I need to ask if you will help me out today." Jenny knew that Jeff didn't really like shopping, and really didn't like shopping for girl's lingerie.
     "Yeah, sure, what do you need?" Jeff was still half asleep only having just gotten up moments before she had called.
     Jenny cleared her throat, "I need to go to the store for a new bra. The one I have on is growing a bit tight, even on the loosest notch." She had no idea that this would have the impact on him that it did.
     "New bra? Are they growing?" she could almost hear the smile on his face. "Is this about what you were showing me in the car last night?"
     "Exactly right. They are just going through one of those phases where they are growing." Of course this was all a lie. She knew exactly why they were growing and was excited with the prospect of having a bigger bust line. On the flip side, they had grown more than double after the second application of the gel and she happened to be a bit concerned about it. "How about 11:00? Will that be OK?"
     "Yeah, that will be fine," Jeff was smiling and wondering just how big her breasts had become. They had looked a little puffy last night, but he had blown that off. "I'll pick you up around 11:00 and we'll head over to the store. See ya then. Bye."
     "Bye," Jenny put the receiver down and walked back over to the mirror. She couldn't help thinking about her breasts' expansion and when it would stop. She whispered to herself, "I wonder if they were completely expanded before I put the second application on them."
     Truth be known, they hadn't been. The gel had only just started to work. There were a couple of things that she had not overheard the night her dad had been talking to her mom about the new product. The first was that this was still a prototype. His description had been "functional, but a bit too powerful for moderate enlargement." The 'too powerful' description had been somewhat important, but Jenny had only picked up on part of the conversation. The second thing that she didn't overhear was part of the first shortcoming. Her dad had continued, "and sometimes the fat cells can divide several times, undergoing mitosis three, four, five or even six times. This creates a 'small' problem for the petite woman. But it does…"
     Jenny had kept her bra on regardless of the growing pain in her upper body. She had simply been afraid that she would never get the bra back on if she took it off, and she needed the cover to get past her parents on the way out of the house. She grabbed the sweatshirt that she had worn a couple of nights before and pulled it on. Jeff came over and they left for the store, a little later than she had wanted to, but they were finally off.
     In the car on the way to the store, Jenny could feel the pain in her chest becoming intense. The bra was starting to dig into her ribs and shoulders. "This thing is getting tighter as we're going."
     Jeff nearly ran off the road, "What?"
     "This bra, it seems to be getting tighter the longer I have it on." She crossed her arm in front of her to try and press her breasts back into her chest to relieve some of the pressure. "I will be glad when we get there and I can take this one off and try on a larger size." She uncrossed her arms and the slack came out of the straps bringing the pressure and the pain back. All of a sudden, there was a small tearing sound like the seam of a pair of pants ripping. Jenny looked over to see if maybe it was Jeff's pants — he was rather filling them out — but that wasn't what had produced the noise.
     With the final stitch broken, the main strap broke and the ends slid against the insides of the sweatshirt. "Are you OK?" Jeff was a little concerned, "Is the pain bad?"
     "Not any more," Jenny realized what had just happened. "All I have to do now is try on another size, this one is off." Embarrassed but relieved from the pain, Jenny sat back in her seat. The outline of her breasts was showing through the sweatshirt. She was growing more and more endowed.
     

They reached the shopping mall and went in. "Were are we going, Jenny?" Jeff had no idea. He very much liked the idea of Jenny's underwear, but he had never thought about shopping for it, just seeing her in it.
     'They turned into one of the stores. "We may have to go to a couple of places. Let me look for a couple of minutes and pick out a couple of sizes to try on." Jenny turned to the racks of bras and started picking through them. After two or three minutes, she had found a range of sizes, grabbed Jeff and headed back to the dressing rooms.
     "What sizes did you get?" He was trying to look over her shoulder to get a glimpse of the tags.
     "I used to be a B-cup. I got a C and three sizes up from there. Who knows what will fit?" She opened the dressing room door and stepped in. "Stay right here, and I will be back in just a few minutes." She closed the door and Jeff sat down outside the room on a bench.
     

Jenny removed the sweatshirt which revealed the loose bra that was now only dangling loosely over her shoulders and across her breasts. She laid the shirt down and took the bra off. Her breasts had exploded in size. She wouldn't be a B-cup anymore, not even if they put her in a vice and squeezed! Scrapping the C, she reached for a larger one and tried it on. After twisting it around, she worked on getting her breasts into the cups. "You have got to be kidding!" She discarded that one and grabbed the largest one that she had retrieved. "I sure hope this one fits. I never thought that I would have to try on an F-cup" She went through the same procedure of putting the bra on and then fitting herself into the cups. "Barely!" Jenny was growing more concerned and more breast.
     

Jeff had heard these whispers. He rose up from his seat and reached for the doorknob. He glanced around for any store personnel, and upon finding none, opened the door. "Wow! So this is what you've been keeping from me?"
     Jenny jumped! Her breasts bounced out of the bra, "Jeff! You startled me."
     "Shhhh. I don't think that anyone knows that I'm back here", Jeff motioned towards the outside of the dressing room. "How did they get that big since last night?" Jeff was impressed with the sight of Jenny's new-found endowments, but slightly shocked that they had grown so much since the night before.
     "I guess my body finally felt it was time for some extras?" Jenny was lying through her teeth. "I had all of that candy Friday and then I've had a lot of egg-nog since last night. I guess that the fat content in it all went to my chest?" Jenny spoke as though she was guessing at a question posed by her math teacher.
     "Whatever happened, I wish it would happen some more," Jeff's eyes were glued to her jiggling breasts.
     "I never thought you were a big-boob person, Jeff?" She glanced down and saw the bulge in Jeff's pants. "They actually feel nice though — you want to feel them?"
     Jeff, shocked at the open invitation in the store dressing room, looked over his shoulder as though somebody was watching the whole thing. He reached out an unsure hand and touched her right breast. It was soft and smooth. "I think we should go out more often than we do," reaching up with his other hand, indicating to her that his hands had become very happy with the feel of her breasts.
     There was a knock on the door of the dressing room and then a voice, "Sir, we don't allow males into the dressing rooms with our female customers. Please come out."
     Jeff's face turned red and he reluctantly turned toward the door and went outside. The manager was looking at him when he came out. "I didn't mean anything, I…"
     "Don't worry, I'm not going to tell anyone. We just have rules to stick by," the young manager chucked. "Maybe next time you should try Victoria's Secret? They break the rules a little."
     

After an additional hour at the stores, Jeff and Jenny got back into the car and drove back home. "Jeff, do you like them?"
     "Do I like what?" He was concentrating on stopping at a red light.
     "My breasts. Do you like them?" Jenny was unsure of her own reaction to her new breasts, but she wanted to make sure she had turned Jeff onto the idea. After all, she only had to live with them all of the time.
     "How could I not like them! I think that they are great." He took the opportunity with the stop in traffic to glance over at her stretched shirt. "Although I still don't know how they grew so much in such a short period of time."
     "Well, like I say, maybe they just found this time to grow. I have been waiting for a couple of years for something to sprout!" She smiled at the thought of finally having bigger breasts. She crossed her arms and found that they didn't lie where they used to. "I guess I'm going to have to adjust to them too," hinting at how Jeff had repositioned himself in his pants about ten times since they had stopped at the light.
     "Would you like to stop for something to eat for lunch? While we're out, we can get something." Jeff glanced over at Jenny.
     "OK, let's go to Stimey's! He's got the best hamburgers and I haven't had one in a while." She knew that Jeff wouldn't refuse. She just smiled at him and he, of course, decided that it was the best place in town too.
     

"I would have thought that you would have gotten the smaller one, Jenny?" Jeff motioned toward the large hamburger and fries on her tray.
     "Well, it has been a while and I'm really hungry for some reason." Jenny was eating in gulps. She thought that the morning had taken a lot of energy out of her, but the problem was that the energy wasn't leaving her body. With each bite, she was introducing still more calories. "This is really good, Jeff. Thanks for bringing me here," she reached over and touched him on the cheek with her right hand. She brought her hand back and placed two more fries in her mouth.
     

Jeff took Jenny home and said that he would call a little later and see if she wanted to do anything that evening. They kissed and Jenny watched as Jeff drove off down the road. She went inside and started to go up to her room when she smelled something wonderful coming from the kitchen.
     "Mom, what are you making?" The smell of chocolate was in the air. Her breasts perked up at the smell of the rich mixture.
     "Fudge," her mom was stirring on the stove. "Would you like to be my tester today?"
     Jenny agreed, "Where's some that's done?"
     Her mom motioned towards the opposite counter. "I finished that about forty minutes ago. It should be cool enough by now."
     Jenny reached over and took a piece and held it under her nose, smelling the rich chocolate before she put it into her mouth. The fudge melted on her tongue. She thought to herself that this must be the only thing sweeter than Jeff. "This is soooo good! You'll have to keep me away from it you know," Jenny was reaching for another piece.
     Her mom had recognized the extra swell in Jenny's sweatshirt but felt that she must have on another shirt under it because of the cold weather. With that in mind, she went back to her pot and started stirring again.
     Jenny grabbed a third piece, left the kitchen and headed for her room. "I'm kind'a tired, I'm going to lay down for a little bit."
     "OK," her mom was still at the stove.
     Jenny got up to her bedroom and pushed the door to. She finished the last piece of fudge and licked her fingers. With a satisfied look, she lay back on her bed and dozed off.
     

Two hours later, the phone rang. Jenny's mom answered it — it was Jeff. She went upstairs and pushed Jenny's door open. She woke Jenny up, handed her the phone and then went back downstairs.
     Jenny had pulled the covers up over her right before she had gone to sleep. She pushed the covers away and answered the phone. "Oh, hey, Jeff," Jenny was still trying to wake up. She dropped the phone! "What the hell!" Her sweatshirt had become stretched more than when she had lain down. She sat up on the bed and looked down at her chest. She reached for the phone, "Jeff?"
     "Yeah, what happened?"
     "Do you really like large breasts? Really large ones?"
     Jeff paused, "Don't tell me yours are growing again?" Jeff chucked.
     "Yeah, they kind'a did. I guess you get an early Christmas present — two of them." Jenny's left hand was clasping the front of her left breast. She could feel the nipple through the bra and her shirt. It was hard and large. "Come on over, I think you'll like them," she hung up the phone, still staring at her chest. "What am I going to do now?" She felt her skin stretching to accommodate her breasts' girth. The bra she had gotten just four hours before was slowly shrinking around her.
     Jenny heard the elastic of the bra pulling against her skin and shirt. Her breasts were absorbing her lunch and the rich fudge she had eaten before she had taken the nap. She could feel the material of the bra sliding over her nipples as they expanded. Holding the ends of her breasts in her hands, she felt the pleasure as her skin continued to stretch ever tighter. She leaned back on her bed and fainted from the pleasure.