The Mystery Box

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Hey all, starting a new story with a different style than usual. My Yahoo account is giving me hell, hopefully it wasn't hacked. I normally pass my stories along to a few people first, then post them here or elsewhere, so there is a lot of new stuff going on here. Let me know what you think:

PART 1: THE MYSTERY BOX

It showed up late one night with a knock on the door. By the time Jane arrived at her front door, there was no one to be seen. There was, however, a strange box sitting on the porch. Perhaps it was something one of her roommates had ordered online. Things were always showing up that weren't for her, but they typically had postage on them. Or an address. Or even a name.

Jane brought the box inside and set it on the kitchen table, where she pondered it until she was interrupted by a gasp from the doorway. One of her roommates, Susan, lowered the baseball bat she once held ready to smash the head of a suspected intruder. Instead, she found her roommate staring at the mysterious box on the kitchen table.

The two stared intently at the box until they both reached toward it at the same time, pulling back momentarily with trepidation wondering what could possibly be inside. That trepidation turned to surprise as an unseen Vicki broke her roommates' tense standoff and snatched the box away. Vicki was just as perplexed about the how, what and why of the box, even the where. But her curiosity far outweighed her caution and she escaped the protestations of her roommates by running off and hiding in the small storage closet under the stairs.

Jane and Susan, a combination of tired from the late hour and puzzled by the mysterious box, were a step slow in going after their roommate. But if there's one thing that's kept the home intact, it's the fact the three of them didn't try to pry too hard into the others' lives. The differing schedules of their lives didn't allow for much time to talk about their day. Jane's day would begin with a long drive to work in a few hours before the sun rose, while Susan would prefer sleeping in before beginning her daily job hunt. Vicki would normally be at work at this ungodly hour, but it was her day off.

Instead of chasing after Vicki, the two used this time to at least enjoy a midnight snack together. The mystery of the box was enough to ensure Jane wasn't going back to bed before work and Susan didn't have anything better to do. For once, the two had a chance to shoot the shit while wondering what their crazy roomie had delivered so late at night. Jane worried it could be drugs, but Susan reminded her that whatever craziness Vicki had in her was purely natural. If she had been using, she did a damn good job of hiding evidence.

Just as the two were enjoying a chance to shoot the shit, they heard a cry of "Shit!" from the living room, followed by a creaking and a loud bang. Jane rushed out ahead of Susan and was the first to see a peculiar sight: A large hand poking out of a hole in the stairs with an amulet slowly falling out of its hands.

PART 2: VICKI SHARES A DISCOVERY

So why did I do it? Why would I grab a box I didn't know anything about and run off with it?

Let's back up a little bit. I was up in my room when I heard Susan's door open. Her door is so damn squeaky it threw me off of my Mario Kart groove. Riding in first the whole way, slip on a banana peel, red shell, blue shell, 7th place. I figured now would be a good time to head downstairs and grab something to eat. Sure it was late, but I normally work late anyways, so this wasn't anything new for me.

When I stepped out of my room (with its properly oiled door hinges) I noticed Susan creeping downstairs with her bat. The last time this happened, I made the mistake of getting too close to her. She freaked out, thinking I was a burglar and swung away. Somehow she only managed to crack a couple of my ribs. Needless to say, I gave her a big headstart. By the time I got downstairs, she and Jane had this weird box sitting in between them at the kitchen table. Honestly, that table had to be the most useless part of the whole house. With Susan's breakup, we were all single once again. I never saw the guy more than a few times, but the times I did, she was paying for everything. I doubt he had a real job, so once Susan lost her job, the cash cow was dry and he moved on.

But back to the story. I watched the two of them staring at that box for what felt like an hour, but was only five minutes. My attention span ain't so great. Susan, for all her craziness with a bat at night, wasn't about to dive in and find out what it was. And frankly, I'm surprised it was Jane who brought it in. She's like the epitome of carefulness. Those two could have been staring at it until the sun came up. I wanted to know what was inside the damn thing already. I knew if I just tore into it there, they'd try to stop me. "Oh you never know what it could be," they'd say, and have me sit there and stare at it even longer.

So I walked in, snatched it off the table and ran off. I figured they'd follow me to my room and since the lock doesn't work on the door, I'd probably be interrupted and chastised and called irresponsible, blah blah blah. So under the staircase into the closet I went. Couldn't have picked a better, or tinier hiding spot. The thing has two closets, one normal and one at the bottom of the stairs that's quiet a bit smaller. Jane keeps all the cleaning stuff in the bigger one and I really wasn't in the mood to trip over a mop, so the smaller one was my best choice.

I took off the lid and stared inside with the light of my phone. There was this odd looking piece of jewelry in there. I reached in and when I grabbed it, I felt a weird sensation, but just shrugged it off thinking it was just my nerves. After all, there was a whole lot of mysterious bullshit before and I figured that was just me starting to feel relieved the mystery was solved.

As I studied the piece of jewelry though, it seemed to be getting smaller in my hand. At that point I remembered a) It was late and b) I hadn't gotten that midnight snack I was thinking about. When I reached over to scratch an itch on my other, now noticeably smaller hand, I realized my mind wasn't playing tricks on me. I tried to pinch myself as a last ditch measure to see if I was dreaming. Word of caution: If you're going to pinch yourself in a situation like this, use your normal-sized hand. The lack of coordination I had with that hand showed and as I clumsily reached to pinch my face, I dropped the amulet down my tank top.

I couldn't complain much about what happened next: My chesticles began to swell right before my dimly lit eyes. While it was amazing to look at and felt fantastic, I looked back at my freakishly large hand (which by the way, more than up to the challenge of cupping my less than diminutive pair) and realized I might not be able to get out of the closet if I the amulet down there much longer. I fumbled with my enormous hand and failed miserably as the amulet was being absorbed into a rapidly swelling mound of titflesh. Eventually I lucked out when I spilled out of my tank top and the amulet fell to the floor. I leaned over to grab it and lost my balance. A new center of gravity does that to a girl.

I fell flat onto my chest and the amulet squirted out from between my new twin peaks. I grabbed it with my huge hand, which didn't help things much as I was back to square one. But at least the pain from that told me this was no dream. I reached up with that hand to try to get ahold of the step in front of me. Thanks to the shoddy craftsmanship on this place though, my hand put a large enough strain on it to pop a hole in the staircase and have a board clunk me on the head.

PART 3: WHAT HAPPENED TO VICKI?

Susan followed closely behind Jane and saw the look of surprise as she made her way into the living room. Before she could ponder what shocked Jane to such a degree, Susan saw the massive hand that had somehow made its way through the stairs and traced it to its source: something in the small closet under the stairs.

Jane made her way to the stairwell surprise. The hand rested near the bottom stair with its fingers spread out three feet from small finger to thumb. It appeared to be at rest, not in any hurry to move. Jane studied it, partly from the shock of its size and partly from its familiar appearance. Susan gasped as she opened the door to the closet and found an equally bizarrely set of bare breasts greeting her. When Jane came to see what had surprised Susan, she gasped and then eeped when she realized who these prominent features were attached to—their own, now unconscious roommate.

Susan continued to stare in a curious fear at the sheer enormity of Vicki's situation. There was no way this could be real, but it was hard to deny the broken staircase and set of massive glowing orbs in the dark that looked, and felt real enough. What could have been in that box that could have done this to a person?

Jane on the other hand was more focused on finding a way to get their friend out of there. Unfortunately, Vicki had chosen a room with a very tiny entryway for a normal-sized person. With her proportions out of wack, she wasn't going anywhere any time soon.

It was then that they heard another knock at the door. Jane froze. If she answered, how could she explain why a massive hand was jutting out of the stairs. Susan on the other hand was eager to find out who was behind all of this and dashed toward the front door. When she threw it open, there was nobody there, but two more boxes were waiting.

PART 4 NIGHT TERRORS

I couldn't believe what was happening. After someone—or something—drops off something that left Vicki with a hand bigger than my torso and a pair of boobs that trapped her under our stairs, Susan was actually going to open another one of these things. We don't know if there's some weirdo outside just waiting to come in or what.

See, what the others don't know is someone tried to break in a couple of weeks ago. And by tried, I mean I walked in on them while I was getting ready for work. It was terrifying. They didn't make off with anything, but they still scared the ever loving crap out of me. I didn't tell the others though, just reminded them to keep the doors locked and made up some story about seeing something on the news.

When I went outside the first time earlier, it's because I couldn't sleep. I still had dreams of that night haunting me. My refuge is the basement, mainly because there's no way for anyone to break in. Four solid walls and only one way in that I could control from downstairs. I had been paranoid as hell at night. Any sound would make me jump or shiver.

Well that night, I had enough of it and wanted to not be scared anymore. I wanted to tell the night that it couldn't hurt me, and that weird things only happen rarely. I summoned up the courage and went outside to stand on the porch and take in the night. Greeting me on my quest to no longer be frightened was a frightening looking box. Frightening mainly because I didn't know it was there, where it came from or who it was for.

If it was a bomb, I would have been dead, because I went against common sense and brought the box inside with me. I set it on the table and stared at it for awhile, until Susan came down with her bat. Something tells me Susan knows a little bit more about what happened a few nights ago than I thought. She's been really protective of me the last few days and sort of is just there in the corner of my eye. She could tell I was having a rough time and sat there with me that night. When Vicki ran off with the box, I was out of it. I just let her run off because I was glued to that chair, not ready to move or think about the world. I could swear Susan was thinking about going after her, but nope, she stayed there. At least until the whole staircase mess had happened.

While I sat there with Vicki's, I noticed an amulet sitting next to me. It looked rather dull, yet I just couldn't help but stare at it awhile, pondering it. I almost picked it up when the other two boxes showed up. At first, I thought it was some prowler who had the worst timing ever. I'd have handed him my TV just to keep him out of the house. It looked like we had Thing from the Addams Family living at the bottom of the staircase.

But there they were. Two more boxes. Two more possible bombs. And we sat there at the table waiting, wondering what would happen next.

PART 5 SUSAN DIVES IN

I swear that seemed like the longest part of the night. The waiting. There we were, Jane and me, sitting back at the table again, this time with two boxes in front of us and a roommate unconscious and stuck under the stairs.

I couldn't believe what happened to Vicki. I mean part of me was a little jealous when the shock wore off after opening that door. I'm not saying I'm into anything with women, but seeing how she changed was quite interesting. Yeah, the gargantuan hand was a bit much, but you couldn't deny how amazing her tits looked. Just smooth and round like a couple of bean bag chairs, but more awesome and softer. Also, I had no idea she had inverted nipples, but maybe that's just the result of the sudden expansion, who knows?

I myself wasn't exactly bountiful. I was a comfortable average in terms of my body. I might turn a few heads, but I was also a bit of a ginger. And by a bit of a ginger, I mean quite red in the hair, skin the sun is designed to destroy and freckles to match. I'm proud of what I look like, even if I have to wear sunscreen like a vampire, but sometimes a girl's gotta wonder what it would be like to be different. To be stuck in a small closet under the stairs with a rack like that. Even with that hand.

So obviously there was a lot of temptation staring at those boxes. But then there was the flip side: We saw Vicki, but we didn't know what or how or why that happened. Jane had that look in her eye, the one she gets when she's sorting out the bills and figuring out who watched what pay per view movie that month. Most of the time it's me, so I'm very familiar with that look of deep processing behind those glasses of hers.

A girl can only take her roommate sighing so much and fiddling with her glasses. I said as much, and she stormed off toward the basement. She likes to think of that as her own personal thinking area. But hey, now I had two boxes in front of me and curiosity had me firmly in its grasp.

I opened the box carefully, expecting some Indiana Jones shit to come popping out of it, and instead found a small jewel. I pulled it out and set it on the table to observe it carefully. And by carefully, I meant make sure—eh fuck it, I took one look at the thing, watched it slip out of my hands and fall into my shoe. I wasn't exactly the most graceful person in the world. When I reached down to pick it up, my foot started feeling really cramped and confined. I stared in disbelief as the seams of my shoes began to pop and my laces started straining. Soon my toes were starting to jam up against the top of my shoe. Thank god I wore my cheapos downstairs. Those things were so worn, my little piggies had no problem breaking out. As I watched, I was shocked to see the sides of my shoes splitting as a massive foot began to emerge from my poor old raggedy shoe. The jewel slipped out eventually and my foot stopped growing.

So I did what any person with any degree of common sense would do. I put it in the other shoe. Can't walk around lopsided, otherwise you're just wobbling in a circle. Especially considering my left foot was probably NBA huge, nearing clown by now. This time I watched carefully as the seams popped once more, enjoying a chance to observe something on my body changing right before my eyes. Yeah, all the bone shifting and skin/muscle stretching hurt like a bitch, but man, how often do you get to do this?

After the jewel popped out of the remains of my other shoe, I decided it was time for some real action. I slipped the jewel into my cleavage and hugged myself tightly with both arms. It's one thing for your feet to be lopsided, but a girl's gotta try to keep an even pair on her chest if she can help it. The shoes were one thing. Feeling my chest fighting my arms for space was something else entirely. Trying to keep them together proved to be a challenge. For starters, I didn't plan ahead and left my shirt on, so I was fighting fabric and rapidly expanding cleavage. Secondly, it turns out Vicki's nipples were naturally inverted, just like mine had a habit of poking outward, which feels amazing as they're getting bigger under your arms. Unfortunately, not so great for keeping it together. Eventually my shirt split in about seven or eight different places and sort of just hung around my neck, my back and my arms. The front was done for. On the plus side though, the table provided a nice support for my freckled twins. Another upside was the fact the jewel was holding itself in place thanks to the fact I now had tits much bigger than my head. Unfortunately, my arms weren't long enough to fish it out before the table finally gave way and sent me crashing to the floor. On my back, I began to think I might have overdone things.

In a quick succession though, three things caught my attention: The jewel safely out of my cleavage next to me, two empty boxes and a creaking in the floor. And that creaking wasn't coming from underneath me, but a few feet to my left.

PART 6 VICKI WAKES UP

I gotta admit, even after the pinch earlier, I still wasn't convinced if that was a dream or not. And I wasn't sure if I wanted it to be either. I woke up to someone stomping off (most likely Jane, that's sort of her thing) and a light coming through the hole in the stairs. I was back to my old self again. My hands matched again and despite the fact my boobs were hanging out of my tank top, they appeared to be how I remembered them before. I really hoped nobody saw me and I could blame the hole in the stairs on shoddy workmanship.

I covered myself back up with my tank top and stepped out of the closet—through the door, not the hole in the stairs, (though I could have just fine, except splinters!)—and started toward the kitchen. Apparently I wasn't the only one who found a surprise that night. Susan was at sitting at the table adjusting herself. Underneath were two massive feet that couldn't be contained by the sneakers now barely reaching halfway up her arches.

I wanted to giggle when I realized we both had the same idea for what we wanted to do next, but instead I stood stunned at what happened next. See, being in the dark and all, I didn't get the greatest view of what happened, despite it being my own body. Seeing that little red-headed spitfire start swelling up was something to behold. And man did it look like she was enjoying it. Couldn't figure out for the life of me why she was hugging herself so hard though. Was she trying to figure out a place to stop or what?

I kinda felt a little bad for her watching her shirt fight it so much, but when it tore open along the sides revealing those freckled tits, I felt like I just witnessed a million nerds' wet dreams. There was one point it looked like she was panicking a little and trying to reach into her cleavage to pull out something but she couldn't. Part of me wanted to jump in and help her, but I was too locked in to watching her swell bigger and bigger until the table couldn't take anymore and crashed. Now that is damn impressive. She broke the fucking table with her tits.

I finally stopped gawking and went in to offer her a helping hand. On the floor was a pendant that looked different from the one I remembered seeing vaguely in the dark closet earlier. There were also two empty boxes on the floor. Did these things multiply or something?

I helped Susan sit upright—there was no way she was walking with those funbags on her chest. Her legs would probably snap under the weight. She tried explaining what happened, but we were interrupted by a crashing sound near the entrance to the basement. I ran over to check what it was and ...

PART 7 JANE'S STUDY

It felt like I was seeing red. Not only did I have to be at work in a few hours, not only did we see our roommate huge, unconscious, but otherwise OK under the staircase, but now Susan wants to just fiddle around with whatever is in those boxes. I have a job, I don't have a day off and I need to be at work soon.

At least that's what I told Susan when I stormed off in a huff. Truth be told, all of that up above was intriguing to me. Yeah, I had work coming up, but since I was the responsible one, maybe I could figure out what's going on. I had a brief moment when we brought in the boxes to sneak a peek, pull out whatever was inside and jam it into my pocket. I was careful though. I had noticed that the growth on Vicki centered on her breasts and her hand. I assumed the breasts were the willingly part and the hand was her getting too curious with it. Thankfully I wore my long sleeve night shirt and used the sleeve to protect myself.

It's not like I didn't want to find out what was going on, it's just—I've already seen one roommate's boobs tonight, I don't think I need to see another pair. Also, I sort of wanted some privacy just to experiment. Nothing kinky, ew. I just wanted to observe and see what happened in peace. I'm the responsible one here, so it's my responsibility to figure out what's going on.

When I got into the basement, I carefully pulled out what was inside the box. It was a necklace of some sort with some characters I recognized as Mayan (that elective course in college finally pays off) and pictures of naked women.

Great, somebody dropped off some ancient perverted artifact, just my luck. The necklace itself was quite long, longer than I'm accustomed to wearing. When it was around my neck, it practically went down to my belly button. Must have been the fashion of the day.

It was then that I felt a wave of tingling throughout my body. Not the kind when you accidentally zap yourself trying to work on an outlet, but a good sensation. I started tugging at my sleeves when I felt the cool air of the basement on my wrists, but they weren't coming down. Soon my ankles felt a draft and I realized the ceiling seemed a little closer than it was. Whatever was happening to me, it seemed to radiate from my neck. My long shirt started to reveal a midriff, while the buttons strained against my rapidly growing form.

I must have grown a foot or two as I noticed the beams of the ceiling getting dangerously close to my head. That would have been a great time to take the necklace off, but that oversized chain was suddenly getting to be too small. I began to panic as I felt one button, two buttons pop off of my shirt and the sleeves beginning to split. The same could be said for my pants, though those had an extra hole in the back from me bending over, forcing out my expanding derriere.

The only thing I could think to do was get upstairs and find something to cut it off with. I raced toward the stairs, stumbling as the steps were too large for my growing feet. I started to peek up through the basement door in the floor, but it was then that my boobs were, well, rather uncomfortable cramped in the doorway. I pulled and wiggled my way until both of them settled on the floor above the basement. One problem though. My hips were now too wide for it. I stood struggling for a moment when I noticed a normal sized Vicki standing eye to eye with me, while half of my body was still in the basement.

By some mercy, the necklace popped off of my neck and the growing stopped. So much for privacy.

PART 8 REFLECTIONS

None of the roommates could have expected their night would be like this. Vicki's rush to find out what was hiding in the box led to a mildly destructive change to her body. With her body now returned to normal, the only evidence of her encounter was a small bruise on her hand. Susan, having observed what happened to her roommate, was returning to normal as well, though with the front of her shirt gone, breasts slightly larger than before and feet still reaching beyond the bounds of her far-gone shoes.

And then there was Jane. Her quest for privacy led her to the basement, which led to a failed hasty escape from said basement when the necklace she donned caused her to double in size and be stuck by her posterior.

Vicki

... there she was, eye to eye with me. Only problem was, my feet were only at Jane's belly button. But man, she looked fantastic. I hope I looked anywhere near that good when I was all out of wack. But I couldn't help but drink in the irony that little miss responsible was the one who managed to get her butt stuck in the basement. This moment more than made up for all the stern lectures about me being too loud at night and waking her up.

Still, I felt kinda bad for her. This isn't the kind of thing she would enjoy, and her reddening cheeks made it all the more obvious that this wasn't her proudest moment. I tried to reassure her and say if that's how she really looks, she needs to flaunt it more often. That's when she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and realized how enormous she looked next to me and the fact the necklace growth made her look a little more toned than usual. It perked her up for a minute, until she realized she was probably 10 feet tall and worried she was going to be a circus act forever.

Susan

With the jewel away from me, I started to shrink back to normal. It was both disappointing and fantastic at the same time. Feeling the swelling of my table-crushing ta-tas was just incredible. Sure there were a couple of splinters, but the sensation of my nipples trying to shred my top while my ample tits destroyed furniture far outweighs that.

But once the growing stops, you're left with a gargantuan set of knockers that you can't walk with. Not going to lie, it was awful being on my back with two massive weights on my chest. I was relieved with they started going down. Breathing is highly underrated and you don't appreciate it until you're being smothered by your own tits.

From here on out, I figure the only thing I'm going to mess with, if I ever touch that jewel again, are my feet. I didn't realize how sensitive they were until I felt them stretching and popping and shredding my shoes. When I looked at the aftermath and how much they had grown, I was a little sad to see them go. But just like my tits, I'd rather not worry about kicking things with a pair of clown feet. Plus, they probably don't make many heels in that size anyway.

When I finally felt comfortable walking in the wreckage of my shoes, I made my way to Vicki and found a rather large, familiar looking head attached to a large, half-naked torso looking at me. Suddenly, I, with the front of my shirt blown out by my shrinking-yet-still-too-large-to-be-mine tits and matching feet sticking out of destroyed sneakers, looked like the responsible one. Sure, I got pinned down by a comically ridiculous rack. But at least I knew when to quit. Well, the table did at least.

Jane

Well, on the positive side, I suppose it was nice to see Vicki back to normal. It gave me some measure of hope that I'd make it out of there alive and normal. But that's about the only positive I could glean from having half my body stuck in the basement and the other half helpless, huge and naked as the day I was born. It was a mess.

Vicki tried to be positive and compliment how I looked, but I shot a glance at a mirror and realized the fleeting nature of this. I looked surprisingly fantastic and fit looking for someone with an ass too wide for a cellar door. But that compliment came from Vicki, someone who was a walking reminder that this would wear off at some point and I'd go back to the way I was before. It's kind of depressing when you like the way you look as a 10-foot-tall woman, but you don't want to be 10 feet tall.

And as if completing the boob show for the night, Susan came in with that smug little grin on her face: The one that said she knew better than me. The last time she had that look was when I screwed up the cable bill and thought it was because she forgot to mail a check. She's let me hear about that regularly for a couple of months now. I don't think I'll hear the end of this one. But come on, sure, I managed to get myself stuck like this, but I could tell by her shredded shirt and shoes that she wasn't on as high of ground as her grin made her look.

I couldn't help but reflect on what had happened that night. Somehow we ended up with three boxes that had a lot of power behind them. We each indulged ourselves, leaving us with fun times and repairs to do later. It just felt like the beginning of something huge.

PART 9: Julia Fixes Shit

It had been a month since the three roommates had experienced the power of their mysterious gifts. A month full of trips to the hardware store to try and patch things up. Between the three of them, there wasn't a lot of home repair sense. Jane at least knew how to use a hammer, but as far as basic contracting went, none of them had much experience. One one trip to Home Depot, they met a girl named Julia who knew her way around fixing floors and walls. Susan actually thought she was asking a man for help as Julia was a very slender sort with no actual curves to her at all. The poor dear was a little on the tall side, but Mother Nature left her a very lean sort. Maybe it was all the running in high school, or gymnastics before that. But now in her mid-20s, she put her frame to work building frames, as well as the rest of houses.

Julia

Yeah, it was a little awkward at first. I'm used to people coming up and asking me for help from time to time when at the hardware store. I've found some of my best clients wandering aimlessly through lighting. I'm used to people confusing me for a guy too. I keep my hair short because I got tired of it ending up in my face, so naturally people are a little surprised when they hear my voice, especially since it's a little on the soft side. But man, that Susan girl was completely off her rocker. She tried so hard to apologize and I kept saying "Hey, it's alright," but she was nervous.

Then again, part of that mighta had to do with the job. I don't know what kind of crazy party they threw, but man it musta been wild. Holes in the stairs, holes in the floor, holes in a wall or two. The basement stairs looked like someone took a big ol' hammer to them. Just nutty stuff.

Speaking of the basement, they had these weird boxes down there and all this fancy jewelry laying out. Definitely not my usual taste. They looked nice and all, but there was just this weird feeling I couldn't shake. Day after day, I'd sneak a peek down there and just wonder. Got to the last day with everything all patched up and did one last bit on those basement stairs. It's like they were all calling out to me.

And that's when I realized how the place had gotten so messed up.

PART 10 JULIA GETS HANDY

Since this was probably the last time I was going to be here by myself, I figured this would be the time to try on some of those fine works of jewelry. While I work all day using my elbow grease doing all sorts of manly things, that doesn't mean I don't enjoy the occasional necklace to make me look like a proper lady or a bubble bath to relax at night. Gotta treat myself somehow.

I couldn't help but notice it looked like they were a little bit broken. It looked like one piece that had been broken apart into three different pieces. Nothing a little bit of handiwork couldn't do. Not only will I get to try this on, but I'll look like an awesome neighbor by fixing their jewelry as an added bonus. Who knows? I might even get to keep it.

As I worked on the pieces, I felt a little lightheaded. I figured it was probably some mold issues I missed, which means more work for me later. When I was done a few minutes later, it looked spectacular, though the necklace was a little on the long side. After I put it on, I figured it was meant to fit someone who actually had cleavage.

It was then that I noticed my flannel shirt was getting a little tight, which is odd since I prefer them a bit on the loose side, almost blousey. Not great for safety, but when I wear tight stuff, I get what Susan did at Home Depot. It was really odd, since while it felt tight, it seemed to be bunching up in the front around my chest. It wasn't until the first button popped, revealing the T-shirt I had on underneath, that I let myself realize what was happening. Suddenly, cleavage!

I was in total shock. And not just from the awkward shift in my center of gravity. Because I was so flat, there were days like today that I decided to go without a bra. Well, that might have been a mistake today. Then again, considering my highbeams were now stretching the daylights out of my shirt, I doubt that would have helped. And it couldn't have been anywhere near the size of the mistake of me trying to touch them to see if they were real. I spent a lot of time seeing if they were real. A lot of time inspecting them with my hands. Very closely. Which just made things worse since that made them grow to the point that I could hear the seams on the side of my shirt straining to keep up with the expanding size. My giant nipples seemed to slice through that poor little shirt of mine.

I say seemed to because by that point, I couldn't see them and could barely reach them. It was as though my body sensed my frustration and started to rectify the situation by growing with them. And not just a simple scale change either. Nope, I started plumping out all over. Not like I was getting fat or anything, just a bit softer and a bit more effeminate. It's as though Mother Nature were playing catchup with me.

By the third time I came from the sheer majesty of my body and its new womanly features, I was a little embarrassed. Seeing as how the ceiling in the basement was maybe seven feet up and I was hunched over and on my knees, I'd say I was at least double that. My newfound tits looked downright cartoonish when I saw them in a mirror. They looked like they belonged to a woman twice my size. Ridiculous as they were though, they looked fantastic. Somehow totally stretchmark free and with non-pepperoni nipples. Even my face looked different as my features had softened with the rest of my body. Here I was with a fantastically curvaceous body I was proud of and stuck naked in someone else's basement with my clothes in tatters all over.

I suppose you can't have it all.

PART 11: VICKI'S TRIP DOWN UNDER

We went a whole month without anything weird going on. Most of that was because Ms. Responsibility Jane had decided it was better for us not to play with the jewelry and so she kept it in the basement. It's not like she locked the door or anything. It was more of an honor code thing. For me that lasted about until the moment she left for work during the day.

Having no boy toys in my life, I needed to accomplish certain things on my own. The thrill of feeling myself getting just a little bigger was more than enough to get he job done. I had to be a little more sneaky with the new handyman—well, woman—lurking around and fixing things. I can't believe she thought a party, or whatever crap Jane fed her, could do that kind of damage. Throw in the fact she worked for pretty cheap, I guess there isn't much room for complaining.

But like I was saying, it was a little difficult sneaking off for a little...me time. I figured Jane must have done a number down there with how much time handygirl was spending down there. She always looked a little dazed when she came back up.

Well, remember that whole month thing I was talking about earlier? That all ended the day I thought I was alone. Handygirl's truck wasn't there, so I wandered down to the basement for a little me time. I heard a thump, which made me jump seeing as how you don't normally hear things go thump when you're all by your lonesome. Upon further investigation, I found tattered flannel and jeans on the floor. When I turned to my left, I was greeted by what I eventually realized was an enormous pair of tits. Like about as big as me tits. I'm not a large human being, but last time I checked, an areola shouldn't be the size of my head.

Turns out our little twig of a handygirl was stuck in a mess of her own making. Dangling in front of me, though a foot or two above my head, was a familiar sight resting atop her cleavage. The necklace Jane had, the amulet I found and the pendant from Susan all put together. As much as I wanted to give her a round of applause, I figured the best thing to do would be to run and get help.

When I turned to run though, she yelled pleadingly for me to stop. I tried to keep going, but it was as though her words shot through my entire body and I dropped to all fours on the floor. I felt a severe stinging, yet warm sensation throughout my body, as if it had been kicked into overdrive. It all happened so fast. First my chest ripped through my shirt, then my arms and legs stretched longer leaving me looking like a pair of tits with a tiny head and spider like arms. Eventually my neck stretched out just before my feet and hands caught up with my rapidly changing size. My torso also lengthened as my head gradually met up with the rest of my body. In the end, I was nearly as big as handygirl, and it felt fantastic. And a little embarrassing too, since, well, that felt a hundred times better than any "me time" I was planning on having. Made a bit of a mess on the floor, lots of panting and moaning. Very powerful shit right there.

She looked at me like she had no idea what she had just done. She said something about just thinking about a way to stop me from going upstairs and the first thing she thought of was herself, since that was something she couldn't do. I can't believe my best orgasm came at the thought of someone who was just a beanpole handygirl a few hours earlier.

And as an added bonus, I couldn't stand up anymore. What a way to end a month of non-weird-shit happening.

PART 12: Julia's Realization

I don't think I've ever panicked that much in my life. I was stuck in the basement, no possible way to get out that didn't making more holes for me to fix later and someone was coming down the stairs. I crawled my way out of view, though even this was difficult as I could feel my nipples gliding along the concrete floor. I tried to scrunch myself up as tight as I could, but I had a feeling it wouldn't be enough.

I held my breath waiting for whomever it was to go away. And there was Vicki, not going away. She looked like she was searching for something, but instead found my nipple. Again, this having giant tits thing was really getting to be a pain. I could have hidden away just fine at that size, but when you have something that big and round staring you in the eye, it's very difficult to miss it.

She slowly backed away at first. I'm not even sure if she recognized me with my new curves. I think all she saw was giant tit, had some kind of flashback to how this house got so messed up, and thought she should run away.

But she was my lifeline. She was the only person who knew I was down here and she at least had an idea of what was going on. I begged for her to stop, but she wouldn't. Finally I had a thought pop into my mind of what would stop her. In an instant, her tits puffed up like airbags and pulled her to the ground. I was in total shock. It had to be a coincidence what happened. She was on the floor, dazed from her abrupt landing. I thought about her arms getting longer to help her push herself up and they got longer. I thought about her legs getting longer so she'd be able to hopefully stand up a little. They got longer, but that didn't help much, as I went a little overboard with her chest. In a flurry of thoughts, her neck lifted her head back above her tits, her body seemed to at least match the rest of her a little better and her head was about the right size. The weird thing was, it was like I felt it happening like I was her. Every stretch, every swell, every moan, every whimper. It was downright intoxicating.

It was then that it hit me: Maybe I can control myself with this thing too. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and thought of how I looked before. I felt my body receding toward the floor. When I opened my eyes, I saw my familiar naked self greeting me. Part of me wanted to shift a few things around, but I didn't want to risk getting stuck in someone else's basement. I left Vicki to her own devices as she passed out from her fits of pleasure. As fun as it was to change myself, this whole changing other people thing was just as interesting.

I snuck upstairs, borrowed a robe from the bathroom and left.

PART 13: JULIA'S GUILTY PLEASURE

I couldn't believe I left her like that. I guess I was scared, but that still doesn't make it right. When her roommates find her, they're going to be so confused and I'll be the first person they come to. I decided the best thing to do would be to go and do what I usually do when I'm feeling down about the world—get drunk at the bar down the street.

Somewhere around the third beer, I saw a familiar sight. This couple who came in almost as regularly as I did—I get down a lot, so sue me—made their way into the bar. He was Mr. Macho, probably the captain of the football team or one of the linemen 10 years ago, desperately trying to hold onto his glory. As his hairline was receding, his trips to the gym didn't seem to. Probably been hitting the juice to keep adding to his frame. I don't mind a little toning on a guy, but he was a beast of a man.

She on the other hand was probably a cheerleader or something remotely popular. She had that same sort of look—big in high school, but her glory days have been beaten into the past by years of realizing college wasn't in her future, because guys like him made her feel like they were the best she could do. She still had a smile that could turn heads, but it didn't come out much. Especially when her boyfriend—of course he wouldn't have put a ring on that, he practically has her wrapped around his finger—constantly made her feel like shit. Going on about her failures to complete strangers, talking about how fat she was (bear in mind, she was only fat compared to a twig like me. Perfectly normal for her size, just not anorexic cheerleader anymore). Sometimes she'd come in with a bruise or two because she was so "clumsy."

Well like I said, I was about three beers deep at the time, which despite my apparent alcoholism is still quite a bit. After watching him berate her for the umpteenth time, I let a terrible thought pass into my mind, forgetting I still had the necklace on. With that, all that hard work and money he put into becoming the no-necked bulk of a man he was started to recede. It was as though he was slowly deflating. As he tried to figure out what was going on, she started to tremble as her legs swelled with muscle against her tight jeans. Her back began to thicken and stretch the boundaries of the tank top he made her wear so he could point out how the only reason he was still around was because of her tits, which he would point out were going south with the rest of her. Her neck became an extension of her thickening shoulders and her chest erupted from the front of her tank top.

Standing in front of a shriveled man was a raging distorted version of the woman he spent most of his time berating and belittling. Not stopping for a moment to ask what happened, he ran out of the bar, leaving his pants and underwear that no longer fit properly. Yep, definitely roids.

But now the mound of hulking rage that was his girlfriend stood in the bar half-naked looking for something to take her anger out on. She pounded into a table, repeatedly, smashing it on the third blow. The bartender, confused and incensed, drew his shotgun from under the bar, which she snagged with barely a thought and tossed away. This poor innocent guy I'd known for years was about to get the living daylights knocked out of him for something he didn't do.

It was then that I ran over to try and stop her. She raised her arm in my direction, but stopped. Her body began to recede back to it's former shape. She was back to normal—half-naked, but normal. But not everything was back to normal. Roids McGee likely wouldn't let her back in, whether it was because of his embarrassment or his fear of her. The bartender grabbed a tablecloth from behind the bar and wrapped it around her. Knowing the history between the now-assumedly-broken-up couple, he offered a bed in the back for her to use as long as she needed it. A few hundred bucks of hush money from me and the asshole's wallet also helped take care of the mess I made. I could tell he was thinking I might have had a hand in this, but since the resident bar asshole had it handed to him that night, he didn't seem like he wanted to ask too many questions.

PART 14: JANE COMES HOME

It was really nice to have a quiet month. I miss those. Sure, I had a lot of coordinating to do with getting our home back in order, but that Julia was like a wizard and made everything so much easier. Well worth whatever we were going to pay her.

But to have random jewelry show up late one night and change us so radically—that was unnerving. I took pictures of them, studied them in the basement with big thick gloves. I even made sure to lock them up when I first started. As I realized what a pain in the ass it was to lock them up, then unlock them later, I decided whatever I learned thanks to randomly heading down and examining them was well worth the risk.

I guess it was no surprise that the three pieces came on the same night. Apparently they were all part of the same larger piece. And I mean larger. They dated back to a small, mostly female South American tribe from a few hundred years ago. They were legendary for their fighting skills and the fear they induced in their male rivals. In fact, the few men that were around were mostly for mating purposes. In one battle in particular, it was rumored their leader walked into an enemy camp by herself and emerged victorious. Some accounts describe the women in the enemy camp suddenly becoming massive and taking out the males. She was depicted with a necklace that looked very similar to the one that resided in our basement. That would explain a lot.

My quiet month ended abruptly when I got home and went to examine the necklace again. I trotted down the stairs and was so lost in thought I missed the giant nipple I ran face first into. I heard what sounded like Vicki moaning, but slightly deeper. I stepped around the massive breast that blocked my view of her face and was absolutely shocked. I assumed she had just gotten a little out of control with her breasts, but there was the rest of her, just as enormous. I looked and asked where she put the necklace as it wasn't around her neck. She pointed to the corner where she said our handywoman Julia was earlier. I dashed out of the house and went looking for her. I saw her stumbling away from a bar and heading home. When she saw me, she bolted ungracefully away, her legs seemingly getting longer to help her run faster. She ducked into the hardware store down the street and I followed after.

PART 15: THE DIVERSION

I've run it through my mind a bunch of times, but none of this makes any sense no matter how I explain it.

I guess I should start from the beginning. My name is Christene. I'm, well I'm comfortably into my 20s, though I look much younger. My friends say I should be happy that I'm probably going to be carded until I'm at least 40, but it's a little, well, odd. The guys I date, I wonder if they know they're looking at someone their age, or if they're some creeper looking to pick up a 15 year old. It's really weird, because neither of my parents were particularly small. Well, at least from what I know about my mom she wasn't. She died when I was little and my dad had his own issues, so I spent most of my formative years bouncing from foster home to foster home. If it wasn't for the fact I wanted to get out of the system so bad, I could lie and say I was younger and get a free home, but I'd worry I'd be adopted by some family expecting a high school age daughter and they end up with a dropout who got her GED last year.

But now I'm trying to strike out on my own. I have a job that doesn't pay well, but at least puts a roof over my head and food at times. I've got a deal worked out that if I fix some of the problems in my place, they'll cut my rent. Honestly, the whole deal is probably shady by the standards of the law, but it works out financially for me and my landlord, so I can't complain. That's why I was in the store that night.

I was talking to some kid who was probably just under the drinking age, but thought I was even younger and was trying to woo me with his muscles. Guy clearly spent way too much time going between a mirror and the gym. I try to run every now and then, but this guy looks like he has a shrine to his abs in his basement.

Somewhere in the middle of him trying to steer the conversation from repairing pipes to admiring his pythons, a girl came running past us. I barely remember much about her, except she had this really cool looking necklace. That's when things started to get a little odd.

My self-proclaimed Adonis scolded her verbally, but she didn't listen and he didn't care. He wasn't letting anything interrupt his game tonight, no matter how pathetic I kept subtly reminding him it was. I mean I'm not rude or anything. Right in front of me though, I couldn't help but notice the sleeves on his shirt looked a little looser. In fact, the shirt he likely intentionally bought a size or two too small actually look like it fit him properly. At some point he seemed to notice and excused himself from the conversation.

After he left, I went back to looking for the wrench I needed. The more I walked through the store, the more I noticed the number of guys in loose clothes. I made my way to the back where I found the girl with the cool necklace trying to hide. She muttered something about a diversion and I felt light-headed.

I went into the women's restroom and splashed some cold water on my face. Strangely I felt some of the water hit my exposed midsection, which wasn't so exposed earlier when I put my shirt on. In fact, it was never this exposed even with the smallest of the shirts I wore. I looked in the mirror and noticed my head was making its way higher and higher until it reached the top of it. My pants were suddenly capris. Little ol' me, who hadn't seen five feet her whole life was almost tall enough to dunk on a basketball hoop.

The button holding the front of my now-capris popped off as my hips began to widen. It's not like I didn't have a little curve to myself naturally, but this was going above and beyond. Especially when it came to my chest. I hadn't bothered wearing a bra that day, which might have been part of the reason I got so much "help" from the staff that day. My shirt strained to hold back my expanding breasts as it lifted enough to show a hint of underboob before it began tearing. This was when I started to get a little more than worried. Until that point, I could have walked out of the store just fine. A few stares, yes, but at least I'd be able to go into a store and find something. But now? As the middle of my shirt and the seams on the sides jockeyed for who was going to give way first, I realized the bus ride home was definitely impossible and the walk home probably had an indecent exposure conviction written all over it. This all distracted me from the fact I could no longer see my face in the mirror, but that distraction ended when my head reached the ceiling.

That about made me go batshit crazy with panic. I ran for the door, worried I was about to be stuck in the bathroom and went out into the store. Two employees, shocked by what they saw, tried to stop me. I tripped over my newfound long legs and they were on top of me almost immediately, describing me in disbelief over their employee intercom section. I caught one last glimpse of the girl with the necklace. She saw me pinned down and closed her eyes. I felt a sharp pain in my sides as two more arms shot outward and pulled the workers off of me. I stood up, now easily 8 feet tall, with an ample bosom, four arms and a dark alley just outside a door that was slightly ajar.

I slipped out and that night made a little more sense. "A diversion." That's what I was supposed to be.

PART 16: MAKING AMENDS

I admit it. I panicked. And when people panic, they don't make the greatest decisions. I didn't know if those girls were part of some weird cult and Jane was their leader tasked with bringing me back because I was supposed to be a sacrifice.

And in the end, I used that girl. She reminded me of me, but only smaller and younger. I hid in the bathroom hoping Jane would go away, but I figured she had some kind of magical tracking ability and could find where I was. I needed a diversion. Since I muttered that last part aloud, that girl became my guinea pig.

I figured I did a good enough job at the bar, I could whip up a diversion with her no problem. I thought long and hard and watched as she grew out of her clothes. That should be more than enough of a distraction, I thought.

And then to top it off, she tried to run out of the bathroom, this stark-naked distortion of womanhood, and she was tackled right away. And that's when I really truly panicked worse than before. That's when I got so worried, I thought she needed a hand. I could hear her screaming under the pile when those extra arms of hers sprouted out. It must have been so horrific.

She managed to get out, but now this dainty, well under 5-foot tall woman was suddenly this giant freak with impossible proportions and quantities of limbs. And the stress of her change had become too much, as part way down the alley, she collapsed.

I went up to her, noticing the fear and anger in her eyes as she recognized me. This should have been the moment when I shit my pants. Instead I took my hand, brushed her hair out of her eyes and hugged her. As I held her tight, her size began to recede and the awkward experience of hugging an 8-foot tall naked woman with four arms became only hugging a 4-foot something naked woman with 4 arms in an alley.

The funny thing was, the hug was much tighter from her when she was back to her normal size.

PART 17: SUSAN'S BACK

A month of quietness and non weirdness. Very much boring. Jane was in her freak out mode after that night. I guess if I got as big as she did, I'd be worried too. Or super stoked.

I'm sorry, how many chances do you get to experience something like that night. My tits destroyed a table. Overkill? Maybe. Doesn't mean I enjoyed it any less.

When I heard Jane yelling downstairs, I figured it was just more of the usual BS, so I waited until I heard the door slam shut behind her. I went downstairs and everything looked calm. So I did exactly what would be expected of me at this point in the story. I made a sandwich and watched some TV. Supernatural's been pretty good lately, but it's had a lot to live up to after the whole apocalypse thing. I almost took a nap too, if it wasn't for the thumping I heard in the basement.

I walked downstairs and was greeted by flesh. This might be the thing that Jane was upset about. Now you'd think I'd recognize her by her nipple when I saw her after the other night, but it wasn't until I saw Vicki's face that I realized someone was a naughty girl when our self-appointed mommy was gone. Only it wasn't Vicki apparently, but our home repair girl Julia. Fantastic. Julia leaves something she's convinced is able to make something even crazier than what Vicki is and she just left it out in the basement—the basement she partially wrecked when she got all irresponsible.

It's just the kind of priceless thing I'd be gloating to her about had she not run off in a huff. Sure, maybe if I went down to see what was going on, I could have helped her figure all this out, blah blah blah, but she ran off and I'm the only one who knows where our handywoman lives.

So with a flick of Vicki's nipple—girl's been stuck down here for hours probably, might as well at least give her something to think about—I was off to our handywoman's house.

And man it was boring as fuck. You'd think "hey, I'm finally getting out of the house, ready to confront her" and it'll be all exciting. Well I guess this was party night for her, because she was out late and I was left to do nothing but watch TV.

She finally came back and brought home what I thought was a pair of twin shorties, but apparently all four arms belonged to one girl. Whatever floats your boat I guess. I'm glad I didn't turn any lights on, because the second she walked in the door, I saw the necklace in her hand and lunged for it. The feeling of having that power back in my hands was a thrill I'd missed for a long time.

PART 18: SUSAN'S IN CONTROL

I slipped the necklace on and it was a fantastic feeling. Not like that whole "Oh I've been reunited with a long-lost friend," more of a "hey I haven't smoked pot in awhile, I missed this feeling."

And, yeah I kinda got lost in the moment for a bit there. I sort of jolted when I felt my top straining against my body and realized my legs had made my pants into floodpants while my bra was digging into my shoulders. I probably only grew four inches, but it was a fun four inches. But that's not the reason I was here.

No, I felt an overwhelming responsibility to get answers. To get revenge. To make it sound I didn't just come to steal back the jewelry that gives me control of other people's bodies—which by the way, I didn't even know that was part of it until Julia opened her mouth. Then again, I guess I could have ascertained as much from finding Vicki.

All of that sounds like a very virtuous story. Which is why I felt totally justified letting go for a moment and relieving some of that tension in my body. Letting my legs stretch even longer, splitting my pant legs while my torso reached longer, exposing my midriff. That whole sensation was fantastic. My shirt barely did part of the job the bra I had to tear off of me was responsible for. I like to think I looked pretty imposing standing there. It's as though this was something I was meant to do. The ability to control my own body stretching itself a full three feet to what must have been an 8-foot ceiling was a thrilling sensation, and it was also very much important to the next step in my plan.

The hardest part of all of this was keeping my body in proportion with itself. As much as I enjoyed the sensation of my body stretching toward the heavens, it was also very utilitarian. If I was some out-of-proportion bimbo, I wouldn't be able to get back at Julia. Especially if ol' four arms joined in.

PART 19: JULIA GETS HELP

There I was, some crazed freak of nature wandering out into an alley by a hardware store, no idea where I could go. The combination of my size, my nudity and my limbs made things a little bit difficult. I was ready to break down and start weeping, when I felt something come over me. It's as though the energy that went into me was leaving.

Make no mistake, it was really nice for awhile looking more my age, even if it meant ducking through doorways and having a couple of extra limbs. But I felt so relieved when I saw my breasts receding and the wall in front of me seemingly getting taller and my arms—nope, those were still there.

The girl from the hardware store with the necklace was very apologetic and ran to her car to find me a change of clothes. They weren't a perfect fit and more of a mishmash of what was left in her trunk from random times, but hey, at least I wasn't violating any nudity laws or anything anymore.

She offered to bring me back to her place until she could find a fix. This Julia girl was pretty cool about everything and very nice. I wasn't sure why she'd even consider having to do something like that to me or what she was getting away from.

And then we made it to her home. On the ride, I wanted to look at the necklace and she took it off and handed it to me. It felt so full of power, yet so much to be worried about. I felt my body tingle a moment and had to put it down. If it wasn't for my curiosity, she wouldn't have lost the necklace to that woman who was waiting for us when we came in.

Obviously this girl knew what she was doing as she managed to stretch herself taller than I was before, but completely in control with nothing out of proportion.

As frightening as watching someone exercise that power was, I couldn't just stand there and let her do whatever it was she planned to do.

And that was the moment when the rush of bravery turned into a rush of gravity as my breasts began to swell at her whim when I charged at her. I'd have fallen face first, had my newly formed endowment not managed to catch me first. Having not fallen on any sort of bosom before in my life, I can safely say that's a pain I don't want to feel again.

As I struggled to get up, I could feel my hips widening and my butt straining against the loaner jeans I was given not too long ago. The pain and strain of the pressure on my jeans were relieved as my stomach began to expand, popping the button and the zipper to give me some relief.

Problem is, even with four arms and two legs, my body had expanded to the point where I wasn't getting up any time soon. Amazingly my height didn't change at all, just my overall width. So here I was, flat on my very rounded stomach that was only barely exceeded by my newly heaving bosom, with a giant ass poking out of half-destroyed jeans and a quartet of arms.

But hey, at least my face still looked like my regular ol' skinny self. And my tits saved me a black eye or a bloody nose on the way down.

But now I was useless as the girl turned her attention to Julia.

PART 20: JULIA'S DESPERATE MOVE

I ran to the aid of my newly engorged friend. To think, a few hours ago she was just shopping in a hardware store minding her own business until I got involved. Then she became a four-armed freak—her words, not mine. And now here she is blown up like a balloon almost. Nothing looks in proportion with her tiny now-half-naked frame.

I gazed up at Susan, who now towered over the two of us like some kind of goddess. Her clothes looked like those of a teenager who hadn't been shopping in three years, all ill-fitting to her grown body and looking like they belonged to someone else.

It was then that I felt a tingle in my body. I realized this was it. It was time for her to get her revenge.

I closed by eyes, but then there was nothing. My body still seemed to be the same, and there was Susan still looking down at me.

Another tingle went through my body. Once again, I braced myself, but once again, nothing.

Suddenly, in a burst, my left breast shot forward, tripling in size in the blink of an eye, tearing open my shirt before I had a chance to notice. The fingers on my right hand stretched to well over a foot in length while both of my ears grew enormously.

And then it all went back to normal. I stood there puzzled by this change in events, wondering what was next and wondering how my body was back to normal so quickly, minus the torn shirt.

In another burst, my head doubled in size while my right butt cheek did to my pants what my breast did earlier to my shirt. And then things were back to normal. It's as though she was trying to unsettle me.

Then, slowly and smoothly, I began to grow taller, stretching what was left of my clothes, but oddly staying in proportion.

Susan lifted the little bit of her shirt covering her to expose a rapidly swelling breast with a large nipple on it, beckoning me toward it. As much as I could tell carnal desires were kicking in, I knew this was a golden opportunity. I went in and gently ran my tongue over it, wetting it first, then blowing a cool breath over it to get her attention. I then wrapped my mouth around it, not expecting anything to actually come out when I sucked on it. But there was something and it tasted sweet, almost like a honey. She must have remembered how much I enjoyed honey on my beans and biscuits—I'm a weirdo like that.

As fantastic as it tasted, it was now or never, so I pressed my mouth harder against her nipple and made a swipe for the necklace, popping it off her neck. Her reflexes may not have been fast enough to keep me from getting it off in her pleasure-filled state, but they were enough to knock it out of my hand and around the neck of my poor unfortunate new friend on the floor.

PART 21: CHRISTENE TAKES THAT

I laid there helplessly as I watched Julia change and Susan try to have her way with her. I tried to stop her, instead I ended up a bloated mess on the floor while a woman I wasn't sure was a friend was being stretched by a woman whose head was brushing the top of a very high ceiling.

All I wanted to do was pick up a few things from the hardware store. Instead, I had four arms, a large belly and an equally large ass.

So imagine what happened when I saw somewhere in the middle of Julia suckling that girl the necklace fall to me. Because I couldn't see shit when Julia finally got closer to the giant girl, because I was at a shitty angle. I knew what that sound was though at least.

The thing wrapped around my neck and I felt a definite click when it locked in. With that click came an amazing rush of power that umm, overwhelmed me a little bit. Looking back, I'd say this was kind of a monstrous moment for me.

I had a lot of anger pent up from that day. I was already having kind of a shit day at work, then I come home to find the pipes in my apartment are leaking and of course the landlord doesn't pick up, so I take matters into my own hands and end up getting hit on by some asshole who worked at the hardware store. Oh and I turned into a large, naked four-armed woman and barely escaped.

Well that anger and frustration came to a head when that necklace touched my neck. It's not like the bloat of my body receded at that moment, more like my body grew into it. Let's say you're only about 4 feet tall, but into that 4 feet is crammed the mass of a much taller person.

Eh, that sounds kind of complicated. Five feet was a breeze to hit. Six feet started to feel like last time. Seven felt oddly comfortable. Eight brought me eye to eye with someone who I thought, and became, much shorter. Nine gave me a headache from the ceiling.

At that point, I towered over the two women I didn't know a few hours ago. This is the part I'm not entirely proud of. I looked at the girl who was once an equal at my eye level and decided she needed to learn a lesson from what she did to me earlier.

I picked her up and held her by her waist with one hand and held her out parallel to the ground. I then made her chest quickly start expanding, the weight pulling her toward the ground while another hand dangled underneath, constantly just inches away from being the support that would relieve the strain she was under. When Julia tried to protest, I did the same to her, but ended up letting her expanding breasts fall into my hands more easily. She didn't deserve as bad of treatment, I justified to myself at the time. Plus, there was something warm and wonderful about feeling a boob expand like that in your hand. It was almost ...

And then, with all four arms in use, I felt a flash through my body. 10 feet made me have to duck. 11 feet was a very tight squeeze. 12 feet put a crack in the ceiling. 13 feet put a hole in it. 14 and fifteen feet got my head and shoulders upstairs. 15 feet got me closer to the second floor ceiling than I would have been at my normal height upstairs.

All this time, not a word said by me. Just grunts, growls and the occasional moan.

PART 22: JANE TO THE RESCUE

After the commotion at the hardware store, I realized this might be a little more difficult than I anticipated. Plus, I swear that girl with the four arms looked familiar. I didn't realize how much of a difference that necklace could make. Or the four arms thing.

I realized I needed more support. Back home, I went looking for Susan, but she was nowhere to be found and her car was gone. Top it off, she wasn't answering her phone. Down in the basement Vicki was actually starting to look something near normal. A little taller, a bit bustier, but somewhat near normal. Her clothes looked like she was trying out for a porno, but otherwise we were good to go.

But first thing's first: While she was getting ready, I did a little more research into the necklace. Apparently the guys at the hardware store were what gave the thing the fuel to do what it did to that woman. The legends say the men of a village provided more than enough energy to change the women of the village and turn them against them.

There was a page I had missed before. It mentioned something about the downfall of one of the ones who wore the necklace. She was a mere servant who craved power, barely a wisp of a girl. Yet once she wore the necklace, she became great. Too great for her to handle. Perhaps had she been trained, she could have been the greatest warrior the tribe had ever seen. Instead, it corrupted her somehow.

I needed to find Susan. Something told me she was probably not too far from where it was. Thankfully she kept the GPS tracker on her phone on. Vicki and I loaded up in the car and headed to where her phone was.

There was a lot of commotion inside the home. I definitely could not have predicted what I was going to see when I walked in. There was Susan, with massively engorged breasts dangling above one large hand while being held by another. There was Julia, on the other side in the same situation, though with a little more support from the bottom hand.

And there in the middle was the puppeteer, about to go through the ceiling. My coworker Christene.

PART 23: CHRISTENE'S REACTION

Being four times my usual height was a little scary. I had the benefit having the second floor around me to take some of the fear factor out, but this necklace was so powerful I didn't know what was going to happen next.

I heard a door close downstairs just before I surged through the ceiling to the second floor and there was a familiar voice who said my name. It was my coworker Jane.

You know, Jane? The pretty girl the guys all looked at but totally was unaware of it. Yeah, I doubt she was that unaware. Nobody could miss all that. She's so locked into her research though who knows.

And she was talking about some secret research project she was in the middle of. I ended up having to shoulder a lot of the load at work because she was so distracted. And I took the heat when things went wrong. Hell, they almost fired me today because of something that went wrong that I again took the bullet for.

And it was then that the necklace took hold of that anger and I lost control.

I dropped my two ample-bosomed weights and fell to my knees. The rage fueled my muscles in my arms and spread to my fingertips where claws began to form. Anything that came to my mind seemed to change. What were once four arms became six, then eight. What once was a pair of supple breasts spread and became two more pairs, each somehow progressively larger. Hair began to spread across my body and my teeth sharpened. In this time, on my many hands and knees, my body swelled to a height of easily 20 feet, but it was too much for me to stand until my my toes stretched into something long and talon-like to give me a secure footing on the ground.

I stood, with my head bumping up against and pushing through an occupied third floor apartment. The couple inside, both frightened and confused backed away slightly. The man's clothes gave him the appearance of someone who was much larger not long ago, but had recently shriveled, while the woman was looking more sensual by the moment. His efforts to back away were slowed by the fact she was apparently much bigger than before—her breasts practically were ready to leap out of her shirt and her pants showed telltale tears—and the fact she wasn't moving that quickly. With all of my arms downstairs, I extended my tongue to her as a sign of welcome.

Even in my fearsome looking form, with a head almost as tall as her body likely once was, she still came to me and straddled it, moaning in delight.

So this is what it feels like to be the person in charge.

PART 24: CHRISTENE'S REVENGE

I barely recognized Christene before. Now making it up the steps to the third floor, I recognized her even less as her facial features weren't the sweet and innocent ones I came to recognize at work, but instead were more hardened and dare I say beastlike.

I tried to sneak up on her monstrous form, but her little pet upstairs spied me right away and had me flat on my stomach in no time. Having a foot or two on me made the struggle very one-sided.

Christene eyed me and gave me a whole lecture about the crap I did to her at work. Honestly, I didn't realize she was taking so much shit for me. I got my head wrapped up in researching the necklace, and before that it was something else.

I felt bad for her. She was this tiny little wisp of a girl that people just seemed to pass by. Just like I was throughout all of high school and part of college. I didn't break 5 feet until just before my sophomore year and by my junior year, I must have grown a good half a foot. I couldn't imagine being that tiny this whole time.

But as bad as I felt for her, I still had a very large woman on my back and the woman I was feeling bad for was now a 20 foot tall beastly thing. Oh and that whole anger thing she had toward me? It was in full effect.

Since I had a rather large woman pressing me into the floor, my breasts weren't able to press up as they swelled. Instead, they spread along the floor as much as they could. My whole body seemed to start growing at the same time yet again. As my shoulders stretched the limits of my top, popping seams, I could almost feel myself letting go. I hadn't experienced the actual full power of the necklace yet. It was rather soothing to feel the concerns I had melt away as the realization someone else was in control of me wasn't as horrifying as I would have imagined it to me.

As the ignorant bliss overtook me, I felt my legs begin to thicken even more, as though I were becoming more curvaceous from the waist down. My thickening ass and thighs not only began to split my pants across my ass and down my legs, they also were a cue for Christene's pet to get off of me. As I stretched taller and felt every thread of fabric snapping in my pants, I caught a glimpse of my rather pear-shaped visage in the mirror. It was clear that Christene's revenge wasn't to make me functional as a person, merely a body in a constant state of growth.

My upper body began to catch up, thickening and swelling against my shirt, causing it to split first starting along the sides, then down the chest and finally leaving me with what looked more like a shredded bib wrapped around my neck and upper back. Running out of room, I wrapped my body around Christene's head. She responded by teasing my swollen nipples. I must have been half her height, but easy as wide and curvy as she was.

Somewhere in the midst of that pleasure, I blacked out, only remembering falling. Falling what seemed like forever.

PART 25: VICKI SAYS 'THE END'

I'm glad everyone was so worried about what happened to me. There I was stuck in the basement for what seemed like forever after our little repair girl left me in my grossly overinflated state. Sure, I might get checked up on once in awhile, maybe teased a bit, but for the most part in this story, I managed to get left in a fucking basement. I don't think hardly anyone noticed.

Hell, when I was pretty much back to normal, I didn't even get a question from Jane before she whisked me off to go find Susan. No questions, no wondering how I looked like I was normal again.

Apparently in all of Jane's brilliant research, she never noticed one last piece of the puzzle, which coincidentally was the new rock I had on my finger. See, while I was trapped—with the doors of the house unlocked mind you—some guy managed to make his way down to the basement. I figured since I was being ignored by everyone else, rape seemed like the next logical thing to go wrong.

Instead, he merely raised his hand and my body began to recede back to its normal size. This weirdo who wouldn't say anything about who he was, just something about emissary of Amazonia or something like that. He grabbed a robe from upstairs before he came down that he threw over me.

While I was excited to be normal again, and frankly ready to jump the bones of my savior, he instead had a warning for me that bad shit was about to go down somewhere and he couldn't say where or when and that it was all his fault and something about trying to help out another lady in need and the fact it had to be a woman that stopped whatever it was because he could only handle one woman at a time. Sounds like a chivalrous lifetime monogamist, but before I could ask him his name or anything else, he handed me a ring and vanished. Moments later, Jane came home and tossed me into the car.

When we arrived, I had no idea where we were. Never seen the place, never been to this part of town before, never any of that. The only thing I recognized was Susan's car out front. When we got in, I recognized a whole lot less. There was Susan, easily damn near twice her height, getting her tit sucked by delivery girl and this round tiny woman suddenly erupting like a redwood in the middle of the apartment, with as many limbs as a tree.

Maybe this is what I got called in to do. Maybe this is what the guy wanted me to fix.

Before I could explain to Jane, the wonderful person who cut me off the whole drive to this place, decided she needed to spring into action and run upstairs. I guess she recognized the redwood that seemed to be getting hairier and scarier by the moment.

Even though girl-on-girl stuff really isn't my thing, I realized this was a rare opportunity to see two very tall women lost in a fit of sexual joy. Plus, I figured I could finally see Susan's O-Face and make fun of her for it later.

A minute or so later, I decided that would be a bad way to spend my time, so I slowly made my way upstairs. The second floor was just tits and arms it seemed like. I poked around a bit to see if Jane was there, but then made my way up to the next floor where apparently I had missed something big. Well, I couldn't miss how big Jane was, but I can't help but wonder if this was more of a work friend. With any luck, after all is said and done, all this groping and sucking will probably just be a one-time thing brought on by the power of the necklace, blah blah blah.

Funny story, off in the corner I saw my old friend Brandi from high school. Rumor has it she got into some bad shit after she graduated and became a streetwalker for her old ex, Jeff. I walked over to say hi and catch up, and wouldn't you know it, those rumors were true. It was a lot of this:

"Hey you look good"

"Thanks, I don't know what happened. This girl came through the floor and suddenly my tits got bigger."

"Cheaper than implants"

"Haha, yep. We should get lunch sometime."

"Sure. How's Jeff?"

Turns out Jeff was there too, all shriveled up in the corner. When I waved, he freaked out and jumped out the window. Probably broke his leg on the way down. I guess with a monster redwood of a woman coming through your floor, followed by the girl you were trying to pimp out suddenly becoming a lot bigger than you, a simple wave could make you do something stupid. Methinks Brandi and Jeff won't be seeing much of each other. On the plus side, the apartment was in his name, so there's that.

I'll tell you one thing. Brandi may have done crazy things in the sack for money and may have considered drug use a couple of times to numb the pain, but she at least had the wherewithal to notice my new ring. When I told her a guy gave it to me, she got all girly and wedding-bell-y on me until I told her he up and disappeared.

It was at that moment, I apologized to Brandi for what was about to happen and I held out my ring. No magic words or anything, the thing just seemed to nullify everything. Brandi became her poor old used looking self (man that necklace was a blessing to her. Couldn't even see the track marks). Redwood lady shrunk down and became less monstrous and Jane started going back to normal too. Thankfully her friend hadn't shrunk too much because Jane fell through the hole she left. Jeff at least had a dumpster to land in. Jane had nothing but hard floors.

I jogged downstairs to see a whole lot of naked women on the ground rubbing their heads wondering what happened. I quickly leaped into action, grabbing nearby blankets for them to cover themselves and taking off the necklace.

Everyone thanked me and acted all worried about the fact I was left down there for so long. After awhile, I had enough of it. I put the necklace around my neck and the first thing I did was make my finger swell until the ring broke.

No stopping me now.

THE END