Bending the Rules

By Merritstone

 

After finding it unaccustomedly locked, Penny had started knocking on the door to her own suite. She had been having a really nice time at the SU, especially the way Angie had been squirming and kept looking at her. Poor Angie, she still thought Penny was after her boyfriend. It was more than a little funny and Penny wanted to get back there as soon as possible. She wouldn't have left if not for Joanne's sudden phone for help.

 

"Jo, open up!" she said tersely.

 

"Penny, is that you?" a feminine voice sounded from inside.

 

"Yes, of course it's me! And what exactly do you mean you have a problem I'd have to see it to –ulp," Penny would have said more but just then the door opened and an enormous pair of hands brusquely grabbed her and jerked her inside, momentarily lifting her off her feet. A moment later the door slammed shut and the deadbolt locked.

 

"Ohmigod. Ohmigod!" Penny gasped. She stumbled backwards looking up and up at the towering form before her. The edge of something, probably her computer chair, hit the back of her knee causing it to buckle. Wobbling more than ever she threw out a hand as she tripped and landed gracelessly on the Joanne's bed. Without thinking she sucked in breath to scream.

 

She never sounded it. The huge, hunching shape reached out and muffled her with one long fingered hand that covered not only her mouth, but half of her neck as well.

 

"Shhhhhh. Shhhh. It's me, Penny. It's OK. It's me. It's Joanne!" said the shape.

 

The urge to scream left her, eclipsed by shocked wonderment. Over giant's hand, Penny's eyes grew wide. With shock, with recognition, and then with shock again.

 

"J-J-Joanne?" she asked.

 

"Yes. That's it, its me. Promise you won't scream? Because I have no idea what I'd tell Campus Safety if they burst in here right now," Joanne said. She tried to laugh, but fell short.

 

Not that ‘short' was a term you could use to describe anything else about Joanne. Now that Penny's eyes had adjusted to the gloom of the room she did recognize the giant to be her roommate. Well, more or less. Joanne had been wearing some kind of make shift toga, but that slipped away when the giantess pulled Penny into the room. The nude body revealed wasn't just larger than Penny remembered, Joanne now had a staggering bosom, visibly flexing abdominals, deep-red hair that fell past her shoulders, and strong legs too long to be explained away by her increased stature.

 

"What the hell happened to you?" Penny asked.

 

"What do mean ‘what happened'? You happened! You and your stupid computer program!"

 

"Spell," Penny corrected under her breath.

 

"What?"

 

"You weren't supposed to know about that!" Penny said quickly. "It shouldn't have even worked on you! And definitely not this much, or this fast."

 

"Well it did! And now I'm huge!" Joanne said and sagged down to her knees. Even kneeling Joanne was taller than Penny standing. Joanne's pretty, soft featured face looked unaccustomedly miserable.

 

Penny's heart went out to her, "Don't worry, honey. I'm sure I can make it all better."

 

"Really?" Joanne said. Her face simultaneously held a hopeful smile across her lips and fearful tears in her eyes.

 

"Really," Penny confirmed.

 

The nude giantess reached out and grabbed Penny's much smaller form, hugging her closely. Penny gasped once at the speed and power Joanne possessed, and once again at the sensual mix of firm muscles and plush feminine curves.

 

"Oh, thank god. Thank god!" Joanne said, "I was so afraid that it might have been irreversible."

 

"I'm sure its not," Penny said and Joanne let her go from her embrace.

 

Walking over to her desk she snickered a little at the twisted metal and fabric remnants that had once been her computer chair. When it happened, it must've happened fast, she thought. She scanned the desktop. Checking just enough to make sure that everything was still in one piece, she was satisfied that it was. Well, everything except for the chair. If BodyBender could make Joanne into a not-so-jolly, not-so-green giant, it should be able to cut her back down to size. In fact, Penny should be able to reverse the damage done right away, but she thought she'd wait. That spell was pushing around a lot more magic than it had any right to, maybe it would be wise to have a better grasp of the situation at hand first.

 

That, and once you got past the height thing Joanne was a hottie. A nude hottie. And just now she was far too distracted to care that Penny was a card carrying lesbian.

 

 

 

Part 2

 

"Billy dumped me," Joanne stated manner-of-factly. "That jerk!" When she said this Joanne made a fist and Penny momentarily goggled at just how large and strong that fist was. It was good that Billy wasn't here.

 

"Easy. Easy there, big girl," Penny said. She rested both her hands on Joanne's clenched fingers and gently caressed the huge hand open again. Sitting on her bed, Penny continued to hold and stroke her friend's giant hand. Joanne, who was now sitting Indian style on a mattress she had pulled onto the floor, looked back and smiled appreciatively. Sitting like this the two women were about the same height.

 

"Tell me what happened," Penny smiled. She was pleased how much lighter the mood was already. Despite Joanne having 2 feet on even the tallest member of the WNBA this was turning into a good ‘girl talk' moment.

 

"He actually broke up with me on Monday, but he had been cheating on me for weeks. He told me about it almost gleefully," Joanne frowned.

 

"Oh, honey, you should have told me," Penny said.

 

"I thought I could handle it, I really did. But yesterday I saw him with that bitch Cindy Walker and her tits. They were laughing and then she gave me this look... Dammit! He always was a boob-boy."

 

Looking down Penny smiled; it was starting to make sense. Cindy hasn't got anything on you now, honey. Joanne's cute and perky A-cups were long gone, replaced with firm, round breasts that would've been the size of cantaloupe melons or small volleyballs if she was still 5'4". But she wasn't, and neither were they. At Joanne's new height they were bigger than basketballs.

 

"I wasn't trying to win him back," Joanne added hastily, "If the idiot wanted to dump me for Cindy Walker I don't want him back! It's just that he said that he had some of my stuff and he was going to bring it over later tonight. And I wanted... I-"

 

"You just wanted to make him see what he gave up."

 

"Well, maybe a little more than what he gave up. And with your program I figured I could bend the rules. Y'know... I wanted to make him drool a little."

 

"Has a thing for tall girls, does he?" Penny said. This was certainly more than the new haircut and extra trips to the gym treatment most ex-boyfriends got.

 

"No! I didn't mean for this to happen. And- no, he's not into tall girls. He always liked to feel like the big and manly man. Despite her tits, Cindy's even shorter than I am... was."

 

Joanne took a moment to give a very small laugh, "Guess I'm not his Lil'Jo anymore, huh?"

 

"Jo, how did you even know about my spe... uhm- That ‘program'."

 

"What? Did you think I wasn't going to notice something was up?" Joanne said exasperatedly "Penny, we used to be the same size, but you've grown three inches and two cup sizes in eight weeks. How did you think I wouldn't notice? We used to be able to wear each other's clothes, but last week I grabbed one of your bras by mistake and it positively swam on me."

 

"But- I..."

 

"And you weren't exactly secretive about it, the program is right on your desktop: BODYBEND.EXE. One time you even left it open and running when you left."

 

"Did I?"

 

"Yes," Joanne said smiling at her smaller friend's lack of espionage skills. "It had your name at the top of the page and all of these neat little boxes with all of your measurements and statistics and even a big space at the bottom for additional information. I think you had written something like ‘Penny has perfect skin' and something about your legs and armpits being smooth and hairless. I closed it down after I read it, but it gave me some stuff to think on. Why didn't you tell me?"

 

"I... I know you know I'm a witch. But I thought it would weird you out if you knew any of my spells actually worked."

 

Penny was very up front about her witchy-ness, but she was more than smart enough to know not to try convincing the general public that any of it really worked. Thankfully she didn't look overly witchy. True, Penny possessed a full head of raven black tresses and a wide variety of black clothes. But she also had no pointy hat, no broom, a petite little nose, and no warts. Of course, even if she did look more like a stereotypical witch, she would've been more likely mistaken for a Goth.

 

Most people just thought that she was into the whole pagan, Earth Mother, hug-a-tree and dance-in-a-circle Hippie thing. And that was fine with her. Witches... real witches learned how to lie low shortly after they started get dunked in ponds and burned at the stake. And that was fine with her, too.

 

"Weirded out? You mean more than this?" Joanne snickered. She spread her arms wide drawing attention to giant, naked, beautiful form. Penny looked with appreciation and couldn't help but feel a hot, damp flush in her nether regions.

 

"I'm so sorry." Penny took Joanne's hand in both of hers again. Maybe looking at Jo's hand would take her mind off the boobs. I didn't even think I liked big boobs, but those are fantastic! And I think I can count a whole six pack, but so narrow... god her belly is hot.

 

"Penny? You OK?"

 

"I'm sorry. Was I drifting? Back now. All right tell me what happened, and give me details. It might help me get you back to normal."

 

Joanne shot a look over to the computer and squinted. When she began speaking again there was a slight rosy hue of embarrassment creeping up her neck. "It's pretty stupid really," she said. She looked down and then up. Then seeing how discouragingly close the ceiling looked she looked down again.

 

"I turned on your BodyBender program and opened a new file. I filled out the blank data sheet with my name and as many statistics as I knew. Man, it asks for everything."

 

Joanne leaned closer to Penny in a gesture of confidentiality. Like a giant, naked, top-heavy, red head could do anything without attracting attention.

 

"And you know what was weird? After I got all the basic stats filled out- you know my name and address and my parents names (why do you need my parents names?)... Anyway I was filling out the form but at a certain point it just filled itself out. And it wasn't just estimating either. I tell everybody that I weigh 105 and that I'm 5'4", but really I'm 110 and 5'3" and three quarters... and it knew! It gave me the shivers. How the hell did the computer know that about me? It not like it could've read my DMV records, because I told them I'm 5'4", too."

 

"The computer doesn't. The spirits do. It's a spell not a program. The program is just an interface I've designed to help access the spirits," Penny said hurriedly. She didn't want to answer questions. She wanted her questions answered.

 

"What did you use as a fetish?" Penny asked trying to get the ball back into her court.

 

"A what?"

 

"A fetish. Something that would give a blood tie to you. You know like freshly clipped hair, or finger nails, any bodily fluid."

 

"Eww," Joanne winced.

 

"So you didn't use one?" Penny guessed.

 

"No! Even if I was going to use a bodily fluid- which I wouldn't- where would I have put it? It doesn't say anything about a fetish in the program."

 

"I wasn't done fine tuning it yet. I was the only person who needed to know how to work it, because I was the only one supposed to be using it." Penny lowered her chin and raised her eyebrows to lightly scold her enormous roomie.

 

"Oops. Sorry," Joanne smiled.

 

"So then what happened," Penny asked.

 

"Then I started changing some of the numbers and stuff."

 

Penny was excited, "But that shouldn't have worked."

 

At least not right away, but she kept that thought to herself for the time being.

 

"It didn't. Every time I hit my statistics just reverted to the one's I had originally logged in. But I knew it worked because it worked on you, so I kept trying."

 

And with the proper fetish it would've worked on you, too, Penny thought. That's how I do it. ‘Make your request to the spirits and their gifts are bestowed upon you'. It just takes longer. You should have given it till morning. But even then it shouldn't have-

 

"I tried a lot of stuff, and then I finally starting typing in that area for notes. At first I got more nothing until I typed: . I remember because of the ‘suddenly'. The second I hit the enter key there was this instant pressure in my chest. I could feel my breasts filling up, and it felt good! When I looked down I was a B-cup! And my info on the screen changed to match."

 

It was as if someone turned on a light bulb in Penny's head.

 

"Of course! The stats were just slowing down the spirits, I was making them do math!" Penny suddenly burst out. "No wonder it took hours to for the spell to have effect. It wasn't the magic that took them ‘til morning, the abstract nature of the request was so confusing to them that they waited until the last possible moment before acting."

 

"What?" Joanne asked tilting her giant head in question.

 

"This spell (most spells really) is spirit binding with a particular commandment focus: body alteration/transformation. All but the most powerful bindings only hold the spirit until sunrise or sunset. Whatever you command the spirit to do must be done within that time limit if it is within the spirits ability to do so. The spirits could have worked their magic at any time, but were unsure of what to do."

 

"What?!"

 

"When I converted the spell for the computer I thought the stats would make it easier, but it only hinders the magic. When the screen says: and I edit the text so it says , that's not a request, or at least not a proper one."

 

"But it seems obvious to me."

 

"Ahh, but that's because you're a person... a very large person, and you think like a person. You need to think like a spirit! Spirits aren't exactly dumb, in some ways they know almost everything, but they don't have a lot of initiative. They like to be told exactly what to do. They're famous for it. So there he sits with a good idea of what I want, but he's hoping I might clarify my request. So he waits until the last possible moment of his binding before doing what he's pretty sure, but not certain, I wanted him to do."

 

Penny popped off the bed and began pacing around the still sitting giantess. Even standing, Penny was only about a head taller than Jo was sitting. Although the mattress lying in the center of the small room hampered her progress, walking was helping her think.

 

"Penny does this mea-" Joanne said trying to interject.

 

"When you typed out exactly what you wanted to happen, you brought the spell back to its roots."

 

"Penny-" Jo said again, but penny kept right on going.

 

"Boy the spirits must've been ecstatic to get something so direct. After my fumbling, they must've jumped on that command."

 

"Penny, I-"

 

"But that still doesn't explain-hulp!" Penny was cut off as Joanne whisked her off her feet with one sweep of her arm. Penny was only the size of a small child to Jo, so she treated her as one. Scooping her up, and then cradling the smaller woman down onto her lap. Supporting Penny's back and shoulders with one arm Joanne lightly rested the other across her, Penny's, hips. The second hand was intended to be a soothing gesture, but it also served to keep Penny from rising to her feet.

 

"Do I have your attention?" Joanne asked looking down at the small woman in her lap. Penny, eyes wide, nodded vigorously which only drew attention to the way Joanne's enormous, exposed breast was pushing into the side of her face. Her eyes went wider still at this revelation.

 

"I am naked. I am gigantic. I am completely in the dark about computer programming and spell etiquette. I just want to know if you can make me little again."

 

Wow, I don't know if I want to, Penny thought. Regardless of what thoughts were passing through her head she nodded vigorously.

 

 

Once again sitting in front of the computer (in the only other chair they had) Penny felt slightly more in control of the situation, but she had to admit that her heart hadn't raced like this in a long, long time.

 

"This is a lot more of than a B-cup, Jo," she said.

 

"Yeah," Joanne smiled looking a little sheepish. "After I got used to them I thought that they could stand to be a little bigger, so I went for a C-cup."

 

"You're a little farther down the alphabet then little old C." As Penny spoke she initiated the reboot command for the computer. If she was going to do this she didn't want Windows crashing in middle of the process.

 

"Well, yeah. I wasn't going to keep them, but I thought I'd see what it was like to be busty. I was going to stop at D-cups, I really was, but as I was admiring my new profile in the mirror it suddenly struck me that I was still smaller than Cindy's jiggle twins."

 

"So you thought you'd double up?"

 

"So I got a little carried away," she smiled. "But man they were heavy, so I ramped up my strength a little bit and it made a world of difference."

 

"A ‘little bit'?" Penny took a good long look at the subtle but distinctive lines of muscles flexing in Joanne's stomach as she breathed in and out. If not for her cartoonish bust, Joanne looked ready to play professional volleyball. There were long lines of definition in her folded legs. Her broad, sculpted shoulders, toned (perhaps more than toned) biceps, and rock hard ass. It was hard to pull her eyes away.

 

"OK, maybe more than a little."

 

"And the hair?"

 

"Hey, I was having fun! Actually I don't even like the hair. It was better short. This makes me look like Jessica Rabbit. " Joanne said running a hand through the long, red tresses.

 

Penny's eyes were quickly drawn to the fantastic movements this caused in Jo's breasts. They were so firm, round, and big they actually knocked together when she eased her hand back down. Penny was so enthralled that she didn't even notice Joanne catching her stare. She also didn't notice that Jo actually smiled at the attention.

 

The computer beeped recapturing Penny's attention and letting them know they were ready for action. Thank god, I'm sitting down, Penny thought. I'm so horny my legs are like a couple of limp noodles!

 

"Now you just need to explain the height," Penny said.

 

"Well, first I just made my legs longer, about three inches. But that just made me taller. In a weird way I looked even more petite than before because my face, hands, shoulders... everything except my legs were the same size as before."

 

"Don't forget the boobs," Penny teased. She double clicked on BODYBEND.EXE and the computer began uploading her thesis work transformation spell.

 

"Well, duh!" Joanne stuck out her tongue. "I might have wanted to make Billy drool, but I also wanted to keep him off balance. So I thought that me being a bit altogether bigger would take the edge off his manly man image."

 

"Jo, you could have never pulled this off. The tits alone. Were you going to claim to be your own bigger sister? How would you explain-"

 

"I know, I know! I was going to tone it down before he came over! I was still playing."

 

"So what happened?"

 

"My boobs got in the way. They had been since I made them grow, but I had been really careful typing. This time I screwed up and pressed the ‘3' button twice and didn't even notice. I only meant to be 3 inches taller. Hey, stop laughing! That chair really pinched my ass before I outgrew it!"

 

But Penny couldn't, Joanne's file confirmed it. If Joanne used to be 5'4" then 3 inches onto her legs makes 5'7" plus a whopping 33 inches equals 100 inches.

 

"Jeezus, Jo you're 8'4"!" Penny squealed. "You didn't bend the rules, honey, you put them in traction. Stand up I have got to see this!"

 

"I can't be that tall can I?" Joanne said already standing. Up she went, and up, and up. She tried to stand up straight, but painfully discovered that the room was at best 8'2". Her head thumped the ceiling mightily sending a pleasant shockwave through her newly enhanced bustline. This only made Penny laugh harder.

 

"Ow," Joanne said stooping and rubbing her head. "OK, shrimp now you stand up."

 

That stopped Penny laughing "What?"

 

"This is show and tell. You want to see how tall I am, I want to see how short you are!"

 

"But," Penny said, thinking of her weak knees.

 

"No ‘buts', now get up or I will put you over my knee and spank you like the naughty little girl you are." Any strength that Penny had been mustering in her legs washed out of her.

 

"Jo, you can't say stuff like that, or I'm going to have to change my panties." Penny pleaded. She began to rise despite the weakness in her knees, and still laughing.

 

"Then take them off," Joanne grinned, "You're lucky I'm only making you stand, by all rights I should strip you bare ass naked so I can ogle you for a while."

 

"I- I... oh all right I was ogling. But can you blame me? Look at you." Penny said.

 

"Yeah, I'm a freak."

 

"You're a Goddess!"

 

"Keep staring at me like that and I might believe you," Joanne said. "Now stand up, shorty."

 

Penny did as she was told. Standing next to the giant redhead she felt very, very small. Her eye-level was roughly equal to the soft divot of Jo's navel. She was standing too close to the amazon, but she was too enthralled to step back. It's not every day that one gets to stand before a beautiful giantess. Even the undersides of Joanne's enormous breasts were inches above her head. It took everything Penny had not to reach up and caress them, not to reach forward to run her fingers through Joanne's triangular thatch of pubic hair, or to slide a slow and sensual hand along those long, long legs and feel the wide curve of those sexy hips.

 

Penny was completely awed, and found herself babbling.

 

"I- I never wanted to keep BodyBender to myself. I was still in the testing stage, and I was trying to find a way of approaching you with it. But... Hey! Maybe that's why I was being so obvious. Maybe that was my way of breaking the ice," Penny raised her eyebrows hopefully.

 

Joanne didn't buy it, "Nice try. Nope, it's just in your nature. Remember that time you left that Bra-Bustin' Babes website up when you left for dinner."

 

"That was for a Social Ed paper!" Penny lied.

 

"Sure it was. Are you still writing it? Because I bet I put those girls to shame now." Joanne hefted her breasts in ample display. You could at that, honey. Penny couldn't help but notice that no matter how large Jo's hands had grown they still looked small when wrapped around that prodigious rack.

 

"Joanne Marisa Clarke, you are going to give me the vapors." Penny gasped giving her best southern bell accent.

 

"Why not? Billy's a dick, maybe I'm ready to swear off men. I could be ready to play for the other team."

 

"I wish!" Penny declared wholeheartedly.

 

"Granted!" Joanne said. Her giant hands wrapped quickly and carefully around the smaller woman and pulled her up and up toward her own eager lips. Penny had a moment of shocked surprise, but that didn't stop her from throwing herself into the kiss like a woman who had all of her most secret fantasies brought to life.

 

Joanne's size and strength were like nothing Penny had ever experienced with another woman. It reminded of the things she liked about the few times she had been with a man, but with none of the negatives. No. It was better. Joanne was bigger and stronger than any man had ever been, and yet she was not a man. She was deliciously, deliciously female. And that made all the difference.

 

Joanne ripped Penny's shirt off with a casual strength that both thrilled and scared her a little bit. Penny responded by pushing her bare breasts, which she had thought were looking pretty big just yesterday, against Joanne's dramatically larger pair. She could feel Jo's thumb-sized nipples pushing against her skin like soft fingers. Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, she thought.

 

Penny's skirt and panties were torn off in equal abandon. Although Joanne could have easily supported Penny's weight for hours it was time to lie down. The two lovers, one large and one small, fell naked to the bed. The poor bed groaned, shook, and finally collapsed under their combined weight. Its occupants fell laughing and uncaring to the floor. Joanne's larger body sheltering Penny's smaller one. Their exploring hands and mouths focused on nothing but giving and receiving pleasure.

 

The two women had been transported into a world of dreams and fantasies made true. Penny experienced the taboo of bedding her ‘straight' roomy. The fact that her roomy was three feet taller than she should have been only added to the dream-like quality. For Joanne it was her first time with another woman, it was also her first time as a large (and that was an understatement), dominant lover and she found that she was enjoying both sensations immensely. It was a long time before they cared about, or noticed anything else.

 

 

 

The voice came out of the darkness, and it didn't make a hell of a lot of sense.

 

"So am I gay now?"

 

"hunh- Wha?" she said sleepily. Penny was still completely naked and laying on the ruins of her bed. She rolled over to face the voice's owner. Still not completely used to her own newly enlarged (albeit modestly compared to Joanne's) breasts, Penny smiled as she felt them shift slightly out of sync with her own movements. Her eyes opened slowly and then popped wide!

 

A beautiful red headed giantess, also naked, was staring back.

 

"So it wasn't a dream?" Penny said with more than a little awe in her voice.

 

"Nope," Joanne smiled, "It wasn't a dream."

 

"What do you mean: Are you gay?" Penny asked, back on topic.

 

"Am I? Have you hit me with your Gay Stick, or something?"

 

Penny suppressed a giggle, "‘Gay Stick'? Are you sure the blood's getting all the way up to your brain? I mean, you are eight feet tall, maybe-"

 

"You know what I mean," Joanne interrupted rolling her eyes, "We just had sex! Be nice, this is all new to me."

 

"Really? You seemed to know what you were doing," Penny purred.

 

"I- I just kind of went with it," Joanne blushed.

 

"And took me along with you!" Penny slid her hands down body in delicious memory. Her hands stopped when they covered her dark brown bush, this positioned her arms so they pushed her breasts out and together. All in all Penny presented a very enticing view.

 

"Would you stop that," Joanne said but without much conviction. "Its very distracting." In response Penny inhaled deeply and straightened her back, enhancing the view further.

 

"Did you like having sex with me?" Penny asked.

 

"Oh god, yes!" Joanne piped in promptly.

 

"Do you want to have sex with me again?"

 

"Yes, please."

 

"Do you still want to have sex with men?"

 

"Actually I really only want more sex with you at the moment. Not men, not women... you," Joanne said. If Penny could have flown, she would have done loop to loops. When she spoke again she had to struggle to keep an even tone.

 

"Sorry. Poor wording. Do you still find men to be attractive? Sexually speaking."

 

"Uhm, yeah. Brenden Fraiser still gets me wet, if that's what you mean."

 

"Ah yes, you and your unholy attraction to Brenden Fraiser." Penny smirked.

 

"What? He's totally hot," Joanne said.

 

"And other women? Do you they ‘get you wet'." Penny asked.

 

"I don't know. I guess I've always found women to be attractive on a strictly aesthetic level, I just never thought about it sexually. I don't know if that was a social blocker or my own inherent ‘straightness'. So I'll have to think on that one."

 

"OK. Well then... you're gay."

 

"WHAT?!" Joanne said. Her large lungs probably making far more noise that she intended.

 

"Jeez, Jo what do you expect? It's more complicated than then yes or no. You can't just have sex with a woman and poof- you're gay. I kind of knew from a very early point in my life that I fancied girls, but it's different for everybody. You'll have to figure it out for yourself as you go along. Right now I'm just happy that it wasn't a one time thing," Penny said.

 

"Hell no! That was the best sex I've ever had!" Joanne declared proudly, and again maybe just a bit too loud.

 

"Now get up and make me little!" she said in a quieter tone.

 

"Why?" Penny said stretching. She was not looking forward to this eventuality, and would stall any chance she got. That was the best sex she'd ever had, too. Those long fingers and the attentive woman guiding them were simply amazing.

 

"I need to pee and I'm too big to use the toilet!" Joanne comically crossed her legs to stress her point.

 

"Far be it from me argue with the call of nature," Penny said. Grabbing the chair Joanne hadn't destroyed, Penny sat in front of the computer and jiggled the mouse. The monitor immediately made the static yawn that indicated it was having problems waking up, too.

 

"Far be it from me to pee in the bathtub," Joanne said. "Besides I'm getting a little hungry, too. And I don't know if I can afford enough pizza to fill me up at this size."

 

"It'd certainly give the delivery boy something to write home about. But, No worries," Penny said. Then after a moment of competent typing she added, "There you are- Go and have a good pee." Penny hit the key.

 

Joanne half held her breath, as a part of her mind still worried that it might not work. This fear was quickly dispelled however as she felt the eight plus feet of her body begin to dwindle. She was shrinking evenly and proportionately. This would still leave her long legged and busty, but she could think of worse things.

 

"Told you it would work," Penny said confidently.

 

"Thank god, I can stand up again," she said. "Being that tall was really testing my claustrophobia." Joanne walked toward the bathroom, and then waited at the doorframe until she was short enough to walk under it without ducking. She shook the last of the tingles out of skin as her shrinking came to a stop.

 

"Nice show," Penny said gesturing to the abundant quantity (and quality) of bounce and jiggle going on in Joanne's vicinity.

 

"Thanks, I am sure gon- Hey!" Joanne said looking up. Although the doorframe had risen higher than her head, it wasn't by much. "I'm still big!"

 

"Compared to before you're positively tiny," Penny said calmly. "Certainly small enough to use the facilities."

 

"Fair enough," Joanne said and was gone behind the closing door to the toilet. As Joanne preformed her necessities, Penny went back to typing. A moment later there was a muffled ‘Hey' from behind the bathroom door.

 

"Take it easy, hightower. I was just taking care of your hair. You said you liked it short."

 

"Oh... thanks," the door called out.

 

"Well, that was easy," Penny said, "Why didn't you just change yourself back to normal."

 

"I was too big. I didn't want to fumble fingers my way into even more troubles."

 

When Jo stepped back out her hair was still the same gorgeous deep red color it had been before, it had always been that color, but now it was the short sexy crop that Penny remembered. The style was a modern rendition of a 1920's flapper haircut. Starting high in back, it sloped down to about her chin in front. Jo had it cut that way to stress the length of her neck (not that she needed to do that at her current size). For Penny, she was just pleased to see Joanne looking a bit more like herself. It re-enforced the reality of the situation.

 

Joanne stood in the doorway and gazed around the room. She stood on her tiptoes, causing her head to push against the top of the frame. "How tall am I?"

 

"6 foot 6 inches," Penny informed her. "I took 22 off the top."

 

"Wow!" Joanne smiled a little bit embarrassed. "To tell the truth I do feel really short. I mean sitting down I couldn't believe how long my lap looked and the toilet felt way low- but at the same time the room looks so much larger. And you. And those," Joanne motioned to Penny's breasts, "look so much larger."

 

Penny had wrapped herself in a sexy silk robe, but wasn't being too careful in keeping herself covered. Why should I? She's my lover isn't she? Penny thought.

 

"Not as big as yours."

 

"Its scary how quickly I was getting used to being that tall," Joanne said.

 

"I'll keep that in mind, honey. You know, for later," Penny smiled seductively.

 

"You do that," Joanne smiled back.

 

"You know that you've totally kicked my thesis work up to a whole new level. I still don't know how its pulling enough power to make these radical changes- but that's for later," Penny said, "You know I would have never been able to do this without you."

 

"And penicillin would have never been discovered without moldy bread. You did all the work, I just blundered in."

 

"Pretty sexy blunder," Penny said.

 

"I still can't believe you're a witch. You know, I mean a real one."

 

"Surprise!" Penny said.

 

"Surprises abound," Joanne said and hugged her enlarged breasts. A vision that flushed excitement through Penny's loins all over again. "So why am I still a big girl?"

 

"I like you big!" Penny declared.

 

"Yeah, it feels pretty good. You should try it sometime. So... you have any special plans?" The easy smile on Joanne's face made Penny feel fantastic.

 

"No, but I could improvise. Tell the truth, I just couldn't bear to shrink you all the way in one go. But if you're ready I could-"

 

The still towering Joanne bit her lip, "Well, I don't really want to... but if Billy is going to swing by with my ****."

 

Penny frowned. Billy's name was a real mood dampener. As far as she was concerned Bill had always been a complete ass. He used to give airs like he was slumming it by dating Joanne. She didn't think Joanne noticed it at the time, but it always chilled her skin to watch them interact. And as far as her own dealings with the boy, Billy acted like Penny didn't even exist. That is right up until she grew three inches taller and two cup sizes bigger. Penny was trying to be fair, she had expected to attract a few stares, but Billy was leering. Even when Joanne was in the room, so long as she had her back turned. The Jerk.

 

Joanne looked down, too. Penny needed to lighten things up.

 

"I could make you even bigger and you could step on him," Penny suggested.

 

"No, I don't want him dead or anything. It's not that bad." Joanne said without much enthusiasm. With a small smile she added, "Anyway, the ceilings are too low."

 

Penny had a sudden fear. "You don't want him back?"

 

"WHAT?!" Joanne gasped and then she actually laughed. "No! Oh, no-no-no-no! Why the hell would I need him when I've got you! I've always loved you, Penny. Before I just didn't know I could also be in love with you."

 

Penny couldn't find anything to say. She was too busy blinking back the tears that had inexplicably gathered in her eyes. At that Joanne, reduced but still amazonian, wrapped her long, strong arms around Penny. Her embrace re-enforcing the words she had spoken.

 

 

 

Part 4

 

 

 

Penny knew she would miss Joanne towering over her, but she found she was also enjoying the nervous and uncertain look that was dancing on Joanne's face now.

 

Moments before Penny had sat down at the computer. After a few deft sprints across the keyboard Joanne found herself getting even smaller. As Penny requested of the spirits, Jo was shrinking much more slowly than she had before. Slow enough that Penny had plenty of time to get up and stroll over to the dwindling amazon for an up close and personal comparison.

 

Joanne was still taller than Penny's own 5'7" by a good bit when the smaller woman reached her, but that quickly changed. After getting used to being 2 or 3 feet taller, Joanne was finding it very disturbing to have that advantage cut down to only 2 or 3 inches. And that didn't last either, after all Joanne was normally shorter than Penny!

 

"This is going to be hard to get used to," Joanne gulped as she looked up at her lover.

 

"But I'm was only doing what you asked me to do, honey," Penny smiled. "All the way down to your usual 5'3". It's not my fault if-"

 

"5'3"!? I'm 5'4"!"

 

"Oops," Penny said glancing at the monitor. "Well, not anymore!" Joanne was right of course. Penny didn't really make a mistake in the strictest sense of the word. She couldn't help but smile as her freshly petite friend performed a tour de force inspection of her very pleasing (and still naked) form.

 

"And my legs are still too long! That means I'm even shorter than I look," Joanne almost hollered, "If you return my legs to normal I'm barely five feet tall. I'm a twerp!"

 

"Oh really? Then I better leave your legs alone," Penny said. She stood close to her little lover, accentuating her height. She reached forward and gently cupped Joanne's enormous bosom. Even shrunk Joanne was much, much more than a handful. "Well at least some of you is still giant-sized."

 

"Yeah," Joanne said. Penny's hands felt so much larger than they had minutes before, it was almost like being touched for the first time. The new sensations coursing through her left her feeling somewhat pacified. Well, maybe pacified wasn't quite the right word.

 

"It's a shame I'll have to shrink these, too," Penny mused. She just as gently released Joanne's breasts then Penny returned the softly humming computer.

 

Joanne turned to stare at her breasts in the mirror. "I thought you didn't even like big melons."

 

"You made a believer outta me," Penny said. Openly looking at Joanne's profile words like ‘thrusting', ‘proud', and ‘gravity defying' kept coming to mind. And ‘beautiful', Penny thought, Let's not forget ‘beautiful'.

 

"Yeah, I know what you mean," Joanne answered. "Wufh. I'm not one of those girls that names their tits, but if I was stacked this I would have been."

 

"You are stacked like this." Penny was typing away again, but Joanne was too distracted to notice.

 

"You know what I mean," Joanne said. "I mean just look at them, they deserve names. Oh, I know. How about ‘Anna'," Joanne said and hefted her left breast higher on her chest, "and ‘Nicole'?" She hefted her right one. Penny laughed... and typed.

 

"Or how about ‘Fuji' and ‘Everest'?" Joanne said lifting both her breasts together creating an eye-popping line of cleavage.

 

"Or ‘Jiggle' and ‘Bounce'! Ooooh, but which one would be which?"

 

"Or how about..." Penny said devilishly, "'Itsy' and ‘Bitsy'?"

 

Penny hit and Joanne's breasts literally disappeared out of her hands. They shrank so quickly you almost couldn't see it happen. She stood empty handed in front of the mirror a moment longer. A very flat-chested girl miming more cartoonish proportions.

 

"They're even smaller than before!" Joanne cried.

 

They certainly were. Joanne's bosom barely swelled off her chest at all. Soft and puffy tipped with smallish pink nipples, her breasts were a fair distance beneath even an A-cup. Probably too small for a training bra. Still, Joanne was trying not to laugh as she turned toward Penny with mock furry.

 

"You are so going to pay for that!"

 

Unfortunately for Jo, she was so consumed by her sudden lack of rack that she failed to notice a far more subtle reduction. A reduction that was still slowly running its course.

 

Penny waited for the little lady to storm her way across the room, and marveled at how, if she looked closely, could actually see her getting even smaller. She was sure to remain seated until Jo was standing within range for a maximum effect.

 

"You think its funny making me look like a little kid? You better-OH! OH!"

 

Penny chose that moment to stand up, throwing her robe to the floor in the process. Completely nude beneath, Penny was more than head and shoulders taller than the petite redhead.

 

"Well," she chuckled, "If you want to throw a tantrum, I'll give you a spanking."

 

Joanne's mind went through a brief period where she couldn't even comprehend what had happened. Had she shrunk even more? Had Penny grown? For a moment she couldn't decide. No, she was definitely smaller. Maybe Penny's large (more than large), stiff nipples floating at eye-level had something to do with her muddled thoughts.

 

And when Penny stood up a moment before, hadn't those nipples been level with her mouth?

 

"What the-? I'm still shrinking?" Joanne said looking at the floor to find it closer than ever.

 

"You're the one who said I should try being big sometime," Penny said.

 

Joanne gestured at her four-foot form. She had to actually look up at Penny's nipples now. "This isn't exactly what I meant."

 

"Same results," Penny said tilting her head to keep eye contact with Joanne's steadily dropping altitude. "Plus I can stand up without whacking my head."

 

"But I'm a midget!" Joanne said

 

"I think the proper term is ‘little person'," Penny smiled.

 

Joanne actually jumped up and down in pent up frustration. Moments before this action would have caused an astounding reactive demonstration of mammalian gymnastics, but now it only resulted in the tight bounce and quiver of Joanne's well toned muscles. Still, a sight worth watching, Penny noted. With the power to change her appearance its like I have thirty different lovers with one mind.

 

"This is no way to treat an amazon!" the tiny little lady pleaded recalling her former stature.

 

"I'm sorry, but your amazon status has been revoked. If you'd like I could get you a pygmy application," Penny teased.

 

"You- you... Big Bully!" Joanne yelled. Penny laughed as the tiny redhead punched at her hips with futile playfulness.

 

Joanne watched in amazement as even Penny's belly button rose above her head. Above the flat wall of belly, Penny's breasts (once less than a palm full but now volleyball big) were also rising higher, Joanne wasn't even sure she could reach her nipples anymore. Even on tiptoe. That meant... Joanne stopped following Penny's ascent and looked forward.

 

Penny's big black bush was now directly in front of her face. Although neatly groomed, Penny's pubic triangle was now the size of a folded dinner napkin. Maybe it was because she was secretly turned on. Maybe it was that she could have never imagined herself in this situation. Or maybe it was Penny's intoxicating scent, but Joanne couldn't help herself. She laid her face against Penny's nether regions and ran her dainty hands through the curly dark hair. Surprised at how springy soft it was, Joanne rubbed her face back and forth as she tried to take in just how large her lover had become. Absently, she noticed she had finally stopped shrinking.

 

"I knew you'd get into sooner or later," Penny said from far above.

 

Joanne said nothing. She just ran a hand up Penny's inner thigh until she found her very large lower lips. Very large, and very wet.

 

"Ah-ahhhhh-I was just- Oh! Just so impressed with the tonguing you gave me earlier, I-I-I w-wanted to see how you'd do with a larger target."

 

Jo did very well. She did very well, indeed.

 

 

 

Part 5

 

 

Penny was middle of showing Joanne the pleasures of her long, dexterous fingers, again... and again... and again, when a knock came on the door.

 

"Oh ****," both women said simultaneously, but with slightly different stresses.

 

Joanne felt caught in the act. With both the standard frustration of anyone interrupted while in the middle of sexual congress, and the uncertainty of being caught having sex with another woman (no matter how wonderful it felt, it still seemed a little taboo). Coupled with some agitation of having to have a meeting with ‘The Ex'. And that's not mentioning the unease that comes with currently being the right height to join the Lollipop Guild.

 

Penny just felt the displeasure of having to see Billy.

 

"What the hell? It's almost one o'clock in the morning," Penny said grabbing the bedside clock.

 

"Quick! Quick, make me big!" Joanne said hopping off the bed and ran over to the computer. The monitor loomed over her head like a wide screen TV. Her stats were still displayed on the BodyBender program and they showed a disconcerting height of 2'10". To see it in print, it seemed even more implausible than it felt. But the environment around her was a pretty convincing counter point.

 

"I'm coming. Hold your horses, half-pint," Penny teased.

 

Joanne's mind was not adjusting to being small as quickly as she had to being big. Even now she almost refused to believe it was real. Although she had to admit that the evidence had really piled up. Joanne had to hop off the bed. It was too big to do anything else. As she moved across the floor Joanne marveled at the spacious quality the small dorm room had acquired. And now that she had reached the computer desk, she could barely see over the tabletop.

 

The 10 foot tall naked girl pulling up a chair... yet another clue.

 

"Just a minute," Penny hollered toward the door. Then looking down at Joanne, "Here, put this on."

 

Joanne's world went dark as a blanket-like nightshirt dropped over her head. Penny typed as Jo tried to make heads or tales of the ludicrously over-size garment. Finally pulling her head through the right hole, Joanne was pleased to feel herself slowly filling out again. Not her breasts, which were still woefully undersized, but all over.

 

"Are you sure you want to go through with this," Penny said. Joanne might have been taller, but she was still shorter standing then Penny was sitting down.

 

"I'd need to do it sooner or later," Joanne grumbled. "Now stand up so I can figure out how big I am."

 

Penny did as she was told. Now almost grown to boob height, Joanne continued to slowly expand. She rolled her eyes as Penny mussed up her hair.

 

"There's my big girl," Penny said.

 

"As long as I'm big enough, the last thing I want is to see him getting turned on because I'm even smaller than normal. You know, that manly man thing of his. Hey is this one of yours?" Joanne asked.

 

She was looking at the shirt she was now almost big enough to wear. It was a long sleeved black and pink number with a moderately cut V-neck. The number 69 had been screened on the front and back. Yes, this was definitely one of Penny's nightshirts.

 

Joanne was now just big enough that the hem didn't drag on the ground.

 

"At least it'll still be long enough to cover your butt when you're full-sized," Penny smiled.

 

"I don't even know what ‘full-size' is anymore," Joanne said looking up at the still decidedly tall looking Penny.

 

"Lucky for you, I do," Penny said. Then looking back toward the monitor she announced, "4/11... 5 foot... 5/1... 5/2... 5/3... aaaaaand Viola. Welcome back to 5'4"."

 

Joanne stood and twisted this way and that in front the mirror. She had really liked the last few moments of her growth. Watching her hands emerge from the sleeves and way the shirt started to gently squeeze her all over. It was fun, and now that she was done the shirt fit fairly well. It fell to just above her knee, which she supposed it was supposed to. Other than it being a little tight in the shoulders and a little loose in the chest, she thought it looked OK. At least, she looked normal enough to open the door.

 

She hoped the tousled hair and sexual flush would read as disturbed sleep.

 

"I'm answering the door, Penny. So unless you want him to see your stuff you might want to- y'know, cover up."

 

Penny stuck out her tongue, but threw on her silk robe and sat back down at the computer.

 

"Last chance," Penny stage whispered, "I could still make you a 7 foot amazon. Send him home running."

 

"Penny!" Joanne whispered back, but was inwardly thrilled at the concept.

 

"That was not a ‘No'," Penny teased.

 

"Penny!"

 

"Still not a ‘No'. OK, just roll with whatever happens. Act like everything's perfectly normal."

 

"Penny!" Joanne said as her hand grabbed the knob. She paused for a second before turning to Penny.

 

"...OK," she said with an almost manic smile on her face.

 

"Really?" Penny said.

 

"Quick, before I change my mind," Joanne told her.

 

Penny started typing.

 

 

 

Part 6

 

 

 

Billy was a little drunk. He had been a lot drunk earlier, and he hadn't planned on coming over to Joanne's place at all. But Cindy got even more hammered than he did, and then she threw up and passed out. So no sex for him tonight. Not that he was above a little drunken fumble with the more or less willing Cindy Walker. He figured that she would've if she were awake, so what's the difference. No, it was the puke breath that he didn't want to deal with.

 

That's when he started thinking maybe taking Joanne's stuff back would be a fine idea. After all, he said he would. And yes, he knew it was late, but maybe that meant he'd get lucky and catch Jo's hot, dike roomy in her underpants. Hell, maybe she sleeps in the nude! A boy could dream, couldn't he?

 

When the door opened, Joanne slipped out into the hall letting it close behind her.

 

"Hi, Billy. You do realize its one in the morning, right?" she asked.

 

"Well, uh yeah," Billy said. "I guess I thought you'd be up."

 

"Well, you guessed wrong."

 

Billy couldn't help but notice how good she looked. All tousled and rumpled Joanne had a real natural beauty to her. And although her beauty hadn't changed, the rest of Joanne had. She definitely looked a little different, like she been hitting the gym or something. There was some real muscle in her shoulders now. Still feminine but more than just toned. That definition was also apparent in her legs. Funny, normally when girls put a little muscle on their pins its made them look stockier. Strength for length- a kind of a trade off. Somehow Joanne had managed to dodge that particular disadvantage, if anything her gams looked longer than he remembered.

 

But the real proof that she had started working out was on her chest. Or lack thereof. It certainly looked like Joanne lost a little weight from a place where she had none to spare.

 

"Tut tut, Billy," Joanne scolded interrupting his inspection of her body. "Those aren't yours to look at anymore."

 

He tried to stammer that he was not looking, but she cut him off with a forgiving smile.

 

"But, confidentially," she said looking down at her own checkerboard-flat chest. "Yes, they have grown a bit since we broke up."

 

For wanting something to be kept confidential she certainly said that second part loudly enough. And who the hell was she trying to fool. She wasn't half a handful before, now she wasn't even...

 

Joanne rolled her strong shoulders back pulling her shirt tighter against her chest. Two modest sized breasts pressed against the fabric, gently pushing the printed ‘69' away from her chest. Billy would've staked money that they weren't there a minute ago. It was almost like they had grown right before his eyes. And she was right she did seem bigger than she had been before, she had to be at least a B-cup. Had she been hunching her shoulders? Billy didn't think so, but then Billy's beer fogged mind wasn't exactly doing its best thinking right now.

 

"Yeah," she said like they were sharing a pleasurable little secret. "Weird, huh? I started growing the day we broke up. I guess you were just holding me back."

 

"I don't know... I mean, I think I noticed before I- before we y'know," Billy rambled.

 

"I do know," Joanne smiled. "And you know what else? I really like being bigger. So if breaking up was the catalyst that got me growing, then I'm glad you dumped me."

 

Billy started to protest but was stopped by Jo's breasts. Did he think they were B-cups? No. They were definitely C-cups, and staring directly at them his retort fell silent. He could imagine her growing a little bigger over the past week, he guessed, but Joanne's bustline was more than twice the size it had been when they broke up. How could that even be possible?

 

Maybe she was stuffing.

 

But something else was wrong, too. At 6'2" Billy was a pretty big guy, and he enjoyed feeling bigger than most of the people he bumped into. Through conscious decision or not almost all of his friends were shorter than him. Decidedly every girlfriend he ever had was much smaller than he was. Joanne was no exception, but tonight she didn't seem to match his internal ‘feel' of her. He had always been very aware of his relative size when compared to others. Billy couldn't tell you exactly how tall Joanne was (especially not right now), but he knew it was shorter than this. Or at least it should have been shorter than this.

 

Billy was used to looming over little Jo. Normally he liked to stand close to emphasize the difference in their heights, but tonight he found himself stepping back. His looming skills didn't seem quite up to snuff. He was still bigger than she was. A lot bigger, he consoled himself. Maybe it was just her new boobs, but she felt... taller.

 

"What is it, Billy? Something wrong?"

 

"uhm... You're not wearing shoes," Billy said.

 

"No. No, I'm not," Joanne threw on a puzzled smile. "In fact, I very rarely wear shoes to bed. Remember? Sleeping. It is one in the morning."

 

Billy was looking at the ground and Joanne's bare feet. He could've sworn her nightshirt fell to about her knees earlier, but now it fell a good three inches short. Joanne had a small mole on the inside of her right thigh, a little above the knee. Billy was sure he couldn't see it before, but it was plainly visible now.

 

"I mean you look good... and y'know- You look bigger."

 

Billy cursed himself for being drunk. It was like all the smart stuff in his head was being detoured away from his mouth

 

"I am bigger. I already told you that," Joanne said, looking down at her breasts. There they were, positively filling the front of her shirt, creating pleasant distortions to the print. How could he have missed that?

 

"I mean taller, you..." he trailed off making an up and down gesture with his hands.

 

"Taller? That seems unlikely doesn't it?" Joanne said. "But you look a little under the weather. Would you like to come inside for a minute? Maybe sit down?"

 

"I don't know. I think I better get going. Being late and all," He said. Normally he would never turn down an invite into a woman's room, but suddenly this seemed like a really bad idea.

 

"Oh come on, Bill," Joanne teased. "Well at least carry that stuff in for me, it looks heavy."

 

Joanne was referring to the box next to the door Billy had brought back to her. It was mostly filled with books... library books. Library books that she had taken out to help him get through his history term paper. Library books that were now overdue.

 

Billy bent to pick up the box.

 

"Thanks for carrying these heavy, heavy books all the way across campus, but don't you live right next to the library?" Joanne did not hide the sarcasm.

 

"What? Oh yeah. Well, the library would be closed now anyway."

 

"I'm glad that you're aware of and respect the library's schedule."

 

To his credit, Billy flushed a little at his chastisement.

 

"I guess I probably should have just dropped them off you. Sorry," he said.

 

"Probably," Joanne smiled. "Now come inside."

 

 

 

Part 7

 

 

Billy wouldn't have even been able to explain why he was nervous, but he was. It could have been the way Joanne casually locked the door behind her when she came inside, or how confident and comfortable she was. This was not the behavior he was expecting. Even his fantasy of seeing Joanne's roommate in her bedclothes (or maybe no clothes) was gone. He really wanted to get back home.

 

"Hi, Billy," Penny said as he entered the room. She had been sitting at the computer, reading mail or something, but got up when he entered the room. She was wearing a sexy silk robe that barely covered her ass, and it was so loosely tied around her waist that she almost flashed him when she stood up. She quickly made to cover herself, but she didn't seem at all embarrassed. She just smiled at him like they had shared a funny joke.

 

Maybe he didn't to rush back home, after all.

 

"Billy, you remember my roomy, Penny," Joanne stated. The name was foggy, but he remembered her figure clearly enough. Billy had been taking advantage of the re-introduction to stare directly at the soft bumps of Penny's nipples underneath their thin silk covering. Her large round globes were a marvel to behold.

 

"Hi, Penny," he said. Penny waived.

 

"Whoa! What happened to the bed?" Billy referred to the mattress lying on the pile of lumber that an economy-sized Joanne had crushed when she was making love to Penny earlier in the evening.

 

"Must've been a good- I mean, bad screw," Joanne lied. "Broke earlier tonight. Penny was on it at the time, scared poor girl half to death."

 

"But you said you were sleeping," Billy said.

 

"Yes, we were. After the bed broke I let her snuggle in with me," Joanne smiled. "My single might be a tight fit, but there's enough room as long as you're willing to squeeze real close."

 

This spiraled Billy into more daydreams of hot lesbian action (although probably not as hot as the hot lesbian action that actually happened). He happily slopped his gaze from one roomie to the other.

 

Penny ignored the leer and grabbed a small black garment off her dresser. She held it theatrically over her head.

 

"Sorry to interrupt, Joanne," Penny said. Her voice carried a comically terse tone, "But you just can't borrow my bras anymore. This was my favorite lacey black one and now you've stretched it all out of shape."

 

Penny threw the under garment across the room to Jo. For a moment Billy could've sworn Joanne's rapid glance down at her own chest was just as confused as his. A second later she was all easy smiles. When she answered, it was with an easy nonchalance.

 

"Did I?" Joanne said looking down at Penny's own decidedly full bosom. "I'm sorry, Penny. I guess I hadn't noticed how much I bigger than you I am."

 

Neither had Billy, but there was no mistaking it now. Joanne was clearly bigger than Penny, by at least a full cup. Her breasts were straining against black and pink fabric of her shirt. So large he could see a hint of cleavage in the v-neck opening (thus discarding his stuffing theory). Where her shirt wasn't filled to capacity it was pulled drum tight. Taught stress lines had appeared in the shirt between her breasts and pulling up from her armpits stretching and distorting the printed ‘69' almost to the point illegibility. Jo's breasts were amazing. She was almost as big as Cindy!

 

"That's impossible," Billy marveled out loud. "Isn't it?"

 

Billy's mind might have been completely absorbed by Joanne's breasts, but it wasn't thinking about them like it should.

 

If Billy was more sober, he might realized that there was not a chance that he misread the size of Jo's breasts earlier. Certainly not by as much as he believed he had. He was a breast man for god's sake! Maybe he could've mistaken a B-cup for an A-cup. Maybe. But there not a chance in hell he could've mistaken the whoppers Joanne was sporting for the flat-chested profile he first observed.

 

"Drink?" Penny said handing a glass of whiskey to Bill. He was taken completely by surprise. His attention had been so focused on Joanne's breasts that Penny had been rendered practically invisible. He took the drink, leaving Penny's gentle hand free to push against his chest. Without words Penny eased Billy into a sitting position on the remaining bed.

 

"There we go, Big Boy, take a load off," Penny said with a sexy purr. She crossed the room to Joanne and handed a similar glass to her.

 

It was at this point that Billy's eyes went wide again. Penny was supposed to be taller than Jo, but as Penny stood next to each other they appeared to be the same height. In fact, wasn't Penny slightly shorter than Joanne?

 

"You are!" Billy sputtered almost choking on his drink. "You are taller!"

 

"What?" Joanne asked. It seemed to Billy that she bent her long, muscular legs slightly to minimize her size.

 

"That's ridiculous, Billy," Penny laughed and stepped slightly in front of Jo. "You know we're the same height."

 

That didn't sound right either, at least not recently. While it was true that Billy's conscious mind only noticed Penny over the last few months, there was also a little voice in the back of his mind that remembered a shorter, slim breasted Penny. A Penny who was the same height as his Lil'Jo.

 

Perhaps the girls noticed Billy trying to think. His moving brow and puzzled features would not have been hard to read. Noticed or not, Joanne quickly made to derail the train of Bill's thoughts.

 

"Cheers!" Joanne said. Then she downed her glass in one shot. The second she pumped it back, she returned her face to Billy with a distressingly (at least to Billy) confident smile. Not to be out done by a girl, and certainly not by his suddenly busty ex-girl friend, Billy followed suit. The whiskey went down his throat with warm familiarity. This wasn't unexpected in a seasoned drinker like Billy, but he couldn't remember Joanne ever downing that much alcohol that easily before. She was a lightweight, wasn't she?

 

Another thing... When she threw her arm back the hem of her nightshirt, which now hung mid thigh on her, pulled dangerously high in front. Almost to the point of revealing her panties... if she was wearing panties. He could've sworn that-

 

"Let me pour you another," Penny said. She appeared almost suddenly, holding out the bottle of Jack. She tried to pour without waiting for an answer, but Billy's sense of unease made him speak.

 

"If I didn't know better I would think you were trying to get me drunk," he tried to sound ironic as he spoke. The slight slur in the middle ruined the effect somewhat.

 

Penny repositioned herself directly in front of Bill. Laughing she said, "Maybe we are. Maybe we want to lower your inhibitions and take advantage of you, Bill. Maybe be we want to get you so drunk, tomorrow you won't be sure tonight ever happened." She filled his glass again, and made a point of leaning over far enough and that her robe hung loose enough for Billy to get a good look down her top. Quite the man of the moment, Billy did not miss the opportunity.

 

Immediately more at ease, and once again thoroughly enjoying himself he watched Penny slide across the room. He assumed she was going to pour Joanne another, but somehow Joanne's glass was already full. He must've of failed to notice Penny pouring earlier. He also failed to notice that as Penny approached Joanne that she was a distinctly a little shorter then his ex-girlfriend, even though Joanne was leaning on the computer desk and Penny was standing up straight.

 

Joanne caught Billy's eye. As she looked levelly across the room at him she tipped her drink up and downed it in one sustained pull.

 

"Cheers, again," she said gasping lightly.

 

Billy had no choice but to follow suit. Damn, that glass was full, he thought. He knew he was definitely going to feel that one and he probably shouldn't have chugged it, but he was not willing to be drunk under the table by a girl. He'd match her drink for drink if he had to.

 

Penny interrupted his line of thought. "Hey Billy, where are you from? Originally, I mean."

 

"What? Dansbury, Wisconsin. Why?" he asked, honestly confused. It was beginning to be a natural state of consciousness.

 

"I know some people from Dansbury. Maybe they know you. What's your last name?"

 

"What?"

 

"Walcott," Joanne added helpfully.

 

"Billy Walcott of Dansbury, Wisconsin. What're your parents names Billy?" Penny asked. She had seated herself in front of her computer again and was lightly typing as she talked.

 

"Why do you-" Billy started.

 

"Just curious," Penny said quickly.

 

"Paul and Beth Anne Walcott," Billy said, brows furrowed. "Why do you want to know that?"

 

"Oh..." Penny sighed. She stopped typing and suddenly smiled brightly. First at the computer screen and then at him.

 

"Just wanted to make sure I got the right Billy."

 

 

 

Part 8

 

 

 

Joanne's heart hammered and caught inside her chest, she could hardly believe what she was seeing. Sitting on the remaining bed and looking more than a little uncomfortable, Billy seemed to slump inside his clothes. She shot a quick glance over to Penny, who nodded confirmation.

 

Billy had just shrunk. Not by much to be sure, but every journey starts with a single step.

 

Really it only made sense that Penny's BodyBender program (spell?) could change Billy just as much as it had changed her own body. But when that theoretical was converted to an actual, it still came as a pleasant shock.

 

Billy had probably lost about two or three inches bringing him down to just under six feet. Funny, but he looked much smaller to Joanne. She figured that she had been very slowly growing since she first answered the door. Tall enough that she'd have to be careful not to lift her arms over her head or she'd put her pussy of display. For that matter she better not shrug her shoulders, the shirt was tight there 6 inches ago. A good deal taller than Penny already, Jo estimated herself to be 5'10". And that meant she and Billy were now almost the same height.

 

"Whash you staring at," Billy slurred. "Did I grow an extra head?"

 

"No Billy, you didn't grow at all," Joanne smiled. She had enough experience with him to know that humor, this kind of cliched humor in particular, was Billy's way of dealing with tension. On some level, he knew something was wrong.

 

"What?"

 

She didn't bother answering, instead she just sat next to Billy on the bed. With her increased size sitting was trickier than she thought. The nightshirt was so short that she had to cross her legs as she sat down. That at least created the illusion of modesty.

 

Even with the ex-couple sitting a casual observer could've seen something was amiss. Billy was clearly still the more massive of the two, but not by the margin that one would expect. Not the pronounced difference that should have existed between a 6'2" man and a 5'4" woman. These two were on nearly equal footing.

 

Leaning into him Joanne let her large breasts push into his arm and said, "So Billy why did you dump me for Cindy Walker? Was it her great big tits? I know it wasn't her sparkling personality."

 

Billy gulped and tried not to look down. He had limited success at best.

 

"You do like big tits, don't you Billy? Oh, and cleavage! Don't you just love the way a really healthy pair can push together? They're just so mesmerizing. Come on Billy, you can tell me the truth."

 

To stress this point Jo squeezed her own breasts together causing a swelling line of cleavage to positively fill the open v-neck of her nightshirt. Billy he given up trying not to stare. He was finding it increasingly difficult to remember the beginning of the conversation.

 

"Well, yeah!" he said a little nervously. "I guesh I always h'been a bit of a breast man."

 

Joanne got a good whiff of the alcohol off his breath and it was powerful strong. On top of whatever else he had been drinking before he came over, Billy had a lot of whiskey in his system. He really shouldn't have tried to match Jo drink for drink. Especially since she had been pouring iced tea into her glass to ensure a definitive outcome for their little drinking competition.

 

Joanne wondered briefly if the drink in Billy's belly would shrink with him. She hoped it would for she'd hate to have to wheel a midget-sized Bill to the hospital for alcohol poisoning.

 

"A bit?" Joanne asked, "Hah! Your eyes used to practically leap out of your head to follow anything bigger than a B-cup. I don't know how I ever put up with it. More importantly I don't know why I ever put up with it!"

 

"Thatsh not true," Billy lied.

 

"Did you dump me because I had such a tiny pair? Didn't you like my itty bitty boobies?" As she spoke Joanne inhaled deeply and pushed her breasts (now clearly as large as Cindy's) harder against Billy's arm. A few stitches popped in the shoulder seam of her over-taxed garment. Conversely Billy deflated slightly. A sure sign that Penny had casually typed another couple inches off the top. Joanne thrilled, this time she had literally felt Billy get shrink. Even sitting Billy's clothes were starting to look distinctly rumpled.

 

"It's shnot that, Lil'Jo," Billy used the old nick name by drunken accident.

 

First- you should never call your ex-girl friends by the pet names you had when you were dating, especially if the relationship ended poorly. They hate that. Second- the name just didn't apply to the tall and busty redhead anymore.

 

"It shame you couldn't have waited one more week, huh? I've been growing so fast this past week you could've probably felt them grow in your hands."

 

Billy popped off the bed like a cork, and then wobbled as he discovered that the whiskey had misplaced his balance. Joanne remained seated. Noticing the bugle of his erect cock inside his otherwise loose pants, Joanne suppressed a little giggle. There were some things that men could never control about themselves. And poor Billy wasn't in control of much right now, was he?

 

He unconsciously pulled his sagging pants up with one hand. This situation was just getting too out of hand for him. The constant aggressor, he was not dealing well with his suddenly forceful ex-girl friend. And her sexy roomy being right there was only making it worse.

 

"I- uh, I need to get going," Billy stammered.

 

"Nope," Joanne said calmly. She looked Bill firmly in the eyes. "You're not going anywhere until you apologize for dumping me. I don't want you back, I just want to hear you say you're sorry."

 

Something coursed through Billy. This direct command from a girl (a GIRL) was an attack against his pride. The ominous feeling he had been experiencing periodically – gone. The fantasy of hot lesbo action- gone. The question of Joanne's disturbingly bigger boobs... her bigger everything- gone. Everything replaced with a righteous indignation.

 

"Now you listen up, Joanne. Something's been going on here, and I'm not going to be a part of it anymore. You've had your fun... at my expense I might add! And I don't know how you did that trick with your tits, but that's what it is- a trick! You're just so jealous you don't have a giant rack like Cindy's. And by the way- Yes! Yes, I did dump you for Cindy. I'm afraid you just can't compete," his anger had momentarily cleared his speech, only the slight waver of volume hinted to his drunken state.

 

It was a pretty good rant. Even Penny had stopped typing and stared at Billy with fascination. Joanne stared, too, but she did so with an even smile gently curling her lips. She remained sitting.

 

"Now I'm leaving and I suggest you don't try to stop me, Lil'Jo!" The use of the name was intentional. The threatening tone, deliberate.

 

"You really shouldn't call me ‘Lil'Jo'," Joanne told him.

 

Billy was already halfway to the door, but spun to face her. "Why not? Just because we're not dating anymore?"

 

Joanne didn't answer right away. She smoothly got to her feet (careful to tug her shirt below her crotch as she did so) and stepped uncomfortably close to Billy. Looking down into his eyes she said:

 

"No... because I'm taller than you."

 

 

 

Part 9

 

 

It was true, and not by a just a smidgen.

 

She stood a statuesque six feet tall. Wearing only Penny's nightshirt Joanne made for an imposing (and alluring) figure. And speaking of shirts, the poor thing was having a troubling time. It was a garment purchased for a woman five inches shorter and breasts three or four cup sizes smaller. Already beginning to loose it stitching from the expanding girth of the women inside, it barely concealed her modesty anymore. The bottom half of each of Joanne's smoothly muscled buttocks were exposed and if she grew even one more inch she'd be displaying two pairs of lips to the room. Of course Joanne was actually looking forward to that eventuality.

 

Billy was a different picture altogether. Normally Billy was very aware of his appearance. His sweatshirt had been chosen to compliment and enhance his broad and muscled shoulders. His pants loose in the leg but tight in the crotch and butt. Unfortunately that wasn't the case anymore. His shirt hung off him like a loose, untailored sack and his pant legs pooled gracelessly covering most of his loose fitting shoes.

Once a strapping lad of some six feet and two inches, Billy was down to a somewhat less impressive 5'6". In truth he was the shortest person in the room. Presently he gawked up at his ex-girlfriend, who was now more than half a head taller than he was.

 

"You feeling OK, Lil'Bill? You look a little down." Joanne smiled.

 

Billy couldn't stop staring at the woman looming over him.

 

"Wha- What hap- What's going on," he managed to stammer out.

 

"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about," Joanne said. "But I'm still waiting to hear an apology form you."

 

"I- I- I gotta go. Now!" Billy said in a panicky tone. There was a small part of his brain that told him everything would be fine if he could just get away from here. He had to break whatever spell these women had managed to cast on him. Everything would return to normal if he could just get back to his dorm. He spun to run, not walk, to the door and bolt down the hallway. A large female hand grabbed his shoulder.

 

Joanne whipped Billy back to face her with strength that surprised even her. The shoulder of her nightshirt tore as she did it. Certainly she had been stronger than this when she was eight feet tall, but Jo had a completely different muscle memory of her interactions with Billy. Not only was he normally much taller, he used to be almost twice her weight. How things had changed. With her growth and his shrinkage, Joanne figured she was now the heavier of the two of them. Maybe not by much (denser male body mass and all), but it was distinctive.

 

"I don't think you're going anywhere, little boy."

 

"Let go of me you crazy bitch!" his voice actually cracked a bit.

 

"What did you call me?" Joanne growled down at her small ex-boyfriend. He literally shrunk under her fury. His neck craned up has her height advantage became even more daunting. Where once his eyes were arrogant and self-confident now they were wide and shaky. It was a spurned woman's dream.

 

"Ahhhhh!" hollered the 5'3" Billy. He pulled so violently away from her that this time he did manage to break free. With his first step he left a shoe behind, but he didn't bother going back for it. The door was his only goal. A newly 6'2" Joanne pursued on long, long legs.

 

Penny watched from the computer desk, occasionally making a slight adjustment. Typing a new line of command. Having started the encounter dreading Billy's arrival, she was certainly glad he came over now. Joanne might have had the real grudge, but after months of dealing with the big jerk's constant leering Penny was finding this to be quite enjoyable. Plus at Jo's current elevation the nightshirt left her entire rump more or less exposed... yet another bonus.

 

Billy had actually managed to grab the knob and open the door a crack when Joanne's superior weight hit the door, sending it slamming shut. She was Billy's height now (his previous height, that is) and had to weigh in close to 180. Sure if Billy was still full-sized he might have still had ten or twenty pounds on her. As things stood now Joanne was probably 60 pounds to the good, and she still had all those lovely muscles she had given herself. She had full confidence on winning any test of brawn Billy might spring on her.

 

He pulled again but to no use. In fact it felt like the doorknob grew even larger in his grasping hands. In fact, the exact opposite was true.

 

"I asked you a question, Lil'Bill," Joanne said.

 

He turned, momentarily convinced he would punch her as hard as he could and then try again. One glance upwards was all he needed to send that idea scampering away to hide under the couch. Jo was even bigger than she had been a moment before, impossibly tall.

 

"Wh-Wha?" he whimpered up at her.

 

His back was pushing against the door as if hoping to slide through it. Joanne had one long arm locked straight against the plane of the door just in case he tried to escape again. Her arm was only level with her shoulder but it was still slightly about Billy's head. He looked like a child standing before her.

 

"You called me something. I believe it was a crazy..." Joanne prompted.

 

"...bitch?" Billy answered.

 

Joanne rolled her eyes unbelievingly. From over at her computer an audible giggle escaped Penny's lips. Billy looked even more confused and scared than before.

 

"I can't believe you just said that," Joanne scolded. "Again!"

 

"But, but..." Billy mumbled.

 

"Here's knowledge for the future, Lil'Bill," Joanne poked him with a menacing finger. "If you ever- Ever have the foolish notion to call a woman a bitch in anger and they call you on it, never- Ever use the word again."

 

Joanne thought this was fantastic! Billy was actually slowly shrinking even smaller as she schooled him. So scared that he didn't even seem to notice when his pants fell off his waist and pooled around his ankles. Penny truly was a wonderfully wicked witch.

 

Billy gulped, "But, you said... You asked-"

 

"No! Not even if the woman asks you directly- To. Your. Face," as she said these words Jo bent down to put her face in front of Billy's. She had to bend quite a ways to do this, as she was easily more than a foot taller than the little man. And that distance was still growing.

 

"B-but th-then W-w-wha?" Billy stumbled.

 

"You say, ‘Sorry'. As deeply and sincerely as you know how," Joanne concluded.

 

"I'm sorry!" the words shot out of his mouth. With their utterance, Bill stopped shrinking. He was now 4 feet 9 inches tall.

 

"Good boy," Joanne said and patted him on the head.

 

With that said she returned to a fully erect position. Joanne was very pleased with the disparaging difference between their relative sizes. Disparaging from Billy's perspective, of course, she found intoxicating. Even the tops of her titanic breasts were higher than Billy's head. That left him just about eye level with the major curves of Joanne's bust. Joanne had grown to easily match Cindy Walker's more than generous proportions. But since Jo was significantly bigger than Cindy, so were her boobs. They were also significantly bigger than Billy's head.

 

What Jo was surprised to see was that despite the terror Billy felt at the unfolding of the night's events- even as he tried to deal with the whittling of his manly mannishness down to a little boy-ishness, there was a certain look of lust on his face as he stared at her chest. He couldn't seem to take his eyes off of them. Well... as she told Penny earlier this evening, he always had been a boob boy.

 

And that lust wasn't the uncaring, leering lust of his previous stature. There was more than a little bit of fear in there, too. Could it be that Billy Walcott could actually be afraid of a pair of tits? Joanne felt of a flush of excitement at the concept.

 

The sudden urge to free her breasts and bury Billy face between them was almost over powering. It wasn't a sex thing, or even really a power thing. It was simply a combination of his current height, her current size, the mid-alphabet status of her tits, and the absurdity of the moment. And dammit, if a minute of being suffocated by a pair of boobs didn't make him long for an A-cup nothing would.

 

Maybe it was kind of a power thing after all.

 

"C'mere, Lil'Bill," Joanne said.

 

She guided Billy away from the door, snickering a bit a he stumbled over his discarded pants. The only thing left to him now was his once form-fitted sweatshirt, which hung past his knees. The sway and weave of Billy's steps was probably equal parts alcohol and shock. Joanne didn't know if he would have walked unaided, but it wasn't an issue. Even if he fell down unconscious it would a small matter to pick him up.

 

At least he didn't appear anymore inebriated than he did 18 inches ago. She wouldn't have to worry about that.

 

Joanne was getting really annoyed by her shirt. Was she still getting larger? It seemed so. More stitches tore every time she swung her arm forward. It squeezed her breasts so tightly that they appeared to be vapor-locked (for freshness). Her cleavage filled the v-neck opening, and she was basically naked from the hips down. Well, at least it wasn't the first time the room's occupants had seen her nude.

 

Smiling to herself she turned to Billy and casually tore the sleeves off the nightgown. First one and then the other in a deliberate display of strength. He stared back with a bleary eyed awe.

 

"Itsh not poshsible. What're you doin' to me?"

 

"Just giving you what you always wanted. Big boobs," she cupped the undersides of her own boobs and lifted them high enough to make Billy need to look up at them. "I guarantee you'll find every woman on the planet's breasts a lot bigger from now on. It'll be like living in a dream for you," Joanne told him.

 

"Nnoo!" he said with horror, "You can't. Y-You wouldn't!"

 

"Billy. Honey. Sweety. Go check a measuring tape. It's already done," Joanne said. Just to stress her point she reached out and pushed on the top of Billy's head. Obligingly, he shrunk under the suggestive downward pressure of her fingertips, losing another 3 inches before Jo let up. This invoked a smallish whimper from the further reduced fellow.

 

Joanne smiled and winked at Penny for that one. That was good. Penny mimed tipping and invisible hat in response, but otherwise remained quietly seated behind her computer.

 

"I know," Joanne said.

 

She sat on the bed, not bothering to adjust her too small shirt. Lowering one large, long hand Joanne patted her naked lap.

 

"Climb up here, Shorty. Sit in my lap."

 

He just stood there up dumbly. He had to stare up. Even sitting Joanne was still taller than he was standing. The dumb was just a natural state.

 

"You do not want to make me repeat myself, Lil'Bill."

 

Her voice held a terseness that made him hop. Not wanting to ruin the moment Jo tried her best to hold back the gales of laughter that wanted to escape. She watched her small ex-lover scramble up the bed, long shirtsleeves swinging well past his hands, and then awkwardly maneuver himself into her lap.

 

Once there, there wasn't a way for him to both sit on her lap and not press into her thrusting boobs. Joanne decided she liked it that way and wrapped one hand around his narrow shoulders to ensure it. She could feel her enlarged left nipple pushing into Billy, When he looked at her, he had to look up and over her breasts to do so.

 

"Wait a minute," Penny said. She rustled through her desk and then there was a momentary flash as she took a picture with her digital camera. Ragged nerves squeezed a yelp out of Billy.

 

"Seemed like a Kodak moment to me," she said, and then sat back down.

 

"Now, how about that apology?" Joanne asked the flash blind Billy.

 

"What?" Bill said confused.

 

"Remember when I said you weren't leaving here without giving me an apology for dumping me?" Joanne lightly laid her hand on Billy's knee.

 

"I-I'm shorry," Billy said and hiccuped.

 

"Uh-huh," Joanne said. "And why are you sorry?"

 

"W-wha," he said panicked. "I- I.... Well, dumping you w-was a really crappy thing to do? I shouldn'ta done it."

 

"Apology accepted," Joanne said. Billy's whole body eased.

 

"And why did you dump me, Billy?" she asked. Billy's tension came back with a vengeance.

 

"W-Well, I- I didn-"

 

Joanne interrupted to give him a multiple choice, "Did you dump me because out relationship was rocky, or did you want to date somebody else?"

 

"I- I-"

 

Joanne squeezed his little shoulder tight enough to hurt.

 

"Aah! Someone else! S-someone else. I wanted to date Cindy! I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!"

 

"You know what? Breaking up with me would've been fine. After a little bruised ego, I even would've seen that it was for the best. Ours was not the best relationship I ever had. But what you did- The way that you did it was cruel, hurtful, and most of all disrespectful. Do you see what a small man that makes you?"

 

Joanne sat with her back very straight and her neck stretched to its longest. When she spoke she barely inclined her face, making a point to looking down at Billy past her nose and cheekbones.

 

"Y-y-yes," Billy said unable to hold her gaze for long.

 

"Good," Joanne said smiling. "Now tell me why you left me for Cindy. Go on."

 

Billy gulped and looked scared all over again.

 

"She's such a bitch, so it couldn't be for her companionship. Did have something to do with the conquest of a certain physical attribute she possesses in abundance?"

 

Billy fidgeted drunkenly, but said nothing that could be interrupted as language.

 

"The same attribute I was, until recently, somewhat minimally endowed with. Come on, you can say it."

 

"Y-yes?" Billy said in a very small voice.

 

"Say it."

 

"I-I loved Cindy's great big titties," Billy admitted.

 

"And I'm sure they loved you," Joanne said with a crooked grin. "I bet you loved to hold, and squeeze them. To bury you face or dick in them. All the things you could never do with me, huh? So you left me. All because I had such tiny little boobies. Well, I'm sure you and Cindy's tits will be quite happy together."

 

As she spoke Joanne had let go of Billy's shoulder, opting instead to rest a hand on his head. She began to slowly push his face into her pillowy breasts. He tried to resist in a way that fell short of actual struggling, and it didn't do much good. Resistance was, indeed, futile.

 

"Its funny but I just don't see what the big deal is," Joanne said. "From where I'm sitting Cindy's boobs just aren't that much to write home about."

 

Joanne had not yet stopped growing. She was just doing so so slowly that you couldn't actually see it happen. The overall effect came in small increments. Every once in a while you'd just become aware that she was even larger than she had seemed moments before. That she had grown even more buxom. Joanne was now proportionately larger than Cindy Walker had ever been. Scale those proportions up to her 6'5" frame and then scale down Billy's perspective to 4'6" and Joanne Marisa Clarke's breasts were like small moons.

 

"So tell me the truth, Lil'Bill. Tell me you left me because of my itty bitty boobies."

 

His head was almost completely engulfed between her breasts now. Part of Joanne noted it was simply amazing how much a shirt could stretch if it needed to. Still it must have had been pretty difficult to breathe in there. He certainly was struggling now.

 

"Say it or I'm not letting you up for breath," Joanne stated.

 

"I weft wu bebause ob yor witty bitty woobies," came a muffled voice from deep between her breasts.

 

She momentarily let the pressure she was putting on Billy's head ease up. He popped out of her cleavage like a cork in the ocean. Inhaling deeply, Billy gasped and tensed for the storm yet to come. Joanne's breasts still pushed into his chest and neck and she could push him back at a whim. Bill's head rested on top of the wall of bosom pushing into him with his chin just catching in the v-neck opening of Joanne's nightshirt. He lay there trying to catch his breath and waited for what would come next.

 

"There. That wasn't so hard was it? Now tell me you left me because I'm a flat-chested little bitch," Joanne mused. "Say it to my face."

 

No response, unless you counted a further widening of his eyes.

 

"Say it!" Joanne commanded and began to apply force to the back of his head again. He was going back down.

 

"Sorry," he blurted. "I'm sorry! I am so very, very sorry!"

 

Joanne burst out laughing. Looks like the little bugger could learn after all.

 

 

 

Part 10

 

 

"Well, I'm satisfied," Joanne said. "How about you, Penny? Have you anything to add for our Lil'Bill?"

 

Penny was staring in rapt attention. That had been one of the finest things she had ever seen. She thought of herself as the wild one, but Joanne was amazing. When she told Jo to go with the flow she never imagined that the show she'd put on would be so hot. She was so wet and bothered, it was hard to keep her hands on the keyboard.

 

"Yeah," her voice was a little breathless, "Let the little guy go. I'm so hot right now that I need some serious alone time with you."

 

"Good," Joanne answered.

 

"Shwait aminute," Billy slurred, "You are lesbos?"

 

Joanne turned her head down to look at Bill with a slightly annoyed look on her face.

 

"Shush, Billy. The big people are talking now," and then to Penny. "Can you believe this little jerk?"

 

"I'm sorry," Billy piped up almost automatically. The girls laughed.

 

"All right, Bill," Joanne declared. "You're free to go home. I'll get the door for you."

 

"What? Like thish?" Bill declared. "You can't do this to me!"

 

"Yes. I can," Joanne answered and then stood up, knocking her diminutive ex-lover off her lap.

 

A sober man might have caught his feet, but Billy did not. He fell gracelessly to the ground and roll up to see the gigantic redhead looming over him. From the ground she looked even bigger then she already was. What he failed to appreciate was that another of his earlier fantasies had come true. At the top of two long, smooth and strong looking legs it was perfectly apparent that Joanne was not wearing any underwear. Furthermore her shirt was so short on her now that this would have been noticeable by anyone, but Billy's current position on the floor was a ringside seat. Some part of his mind made a mental note of this, but Billy was far too scared and disoriented to pay it much mind.

 

Joanne bent and lifted Billy off the floor by one arm and then began shoeing him toward the door. Jo couldn't help but giggle at his struggles. When he dug his heels into the floor his legs either buckled or she just picked him bodily off the ground. In a flash she had the door open and was pushing on his butt to force him out into the hall.

 

"You can't!" Billy pleaded.

 

"I'm not arguing that with you," Joanne said calmly.

 

Another girl who lived on their floor was passing on her way to the bathroom. Got one look at the near naked amazon and struggling midget. Made a neck cracking double take, and then hurried so fast down the rest of the hall that you might have called it a sprint. Joanne gave an appreciative chuckle.

 

"I can't," Billy almost cried. "I-I-I can't walk across campus like this! You can't do this."

 

"You're small. Maybe people won't see you," Joanne said helpfully.

 

"Please! I'll do anything!" Billy hollered.

 

"Anything?" came a voice from inside the room. Penny had taken interest.

 

"Yes," Billy sobbed. "Anything."

 

Joanne stopped manhandling him out of the room.

 

Penny came out from behind her desk to whisper a quick plan to Jo. Jo had to bend down for Penny to do so, as she was now almost a foot taller than her raven-haired lover. From where he was cowering over by the bed, this gave Billy and unobstructed view of Joanne's ass but he was still too nervous to admire the view. When the girls turned back to Billy, he felt his stomach drop at the way they were smiling at him.

 

"OK. We have a way to get you back to your room without anyone seeing you. And when you wake in the morning you'll find yourself, more or less, back to normal. OK?" Joanne said.

 

Billy smiled. He was drunk enough that he missed subtleties like ‘more or less'.

 

"But we don't want to you to remember tonight as anything more than a bad dream. There's not much you could do about it if you did, but I'd rather the whole school doesn't know I'm a witch," Penny said.

 

"I won't tell," Billy said. Penny wasn't in Joanne's league physically, but she was certainly more than a match for him. She was more than a foot taller than he was and that little silken robe that she barely kept tied shut wasn't sexy anymore. It was intimidating. All that female skin and how little she worried about keeping it covered, it reminded him that they just didn't think of him as a threat anymore.

 

"I know. And I want to believe you, but I need an assurance," Penny said.

 

"W-what?" Billy asked.

 

Joanne titanic form suddenly crouched down before him.

 

"You're going to have to drink," she said. The glass she handed Bill was two thirds full. It was so awkward and heavy that he had to hold it with both hands.

 

"But not yet," she said and plucked the alcohol from his hands.

 

"You're going to get crazy, sloppy drunk and in the morning you won't remember a thing," Penny said.

 

Her whole attitude changed as she stepped closer to the tiny man. She reached down and grabbed the front of his shirt in a fist much bigger than his own. Penny pulled Billy onto his tiptoes as she spoke.

 

"And just in case you do remember, then remember this. If you speak a word about tonight to anyone you will start to shrink. I'll shrink you real slow, maybe an inch a week. So slow that they'll think you have some bizarre medical condition. You'll keep shrinking until you're even smaller than you are now. And you won't grow back. You'll be stuck that size. Forever. You got me?"

 

"Yes, ma'am," Billy said looking from Penny to Joanne.

 

"Wow," Penny said to Joanne while letting go of Billy's shirt. "This woman power thing feels great. We have got to do this more often!"

 

The two ladies passed a quick glance back and forth. They'd have to make a list.

 

"So you agree to our terms, Lil'Bill," Joanne said.

 

"Yes, ma'am!" With hope of getting out of this without further humiliations he said it more forcefully this time.

 

"OK, then here's our part of the bargain." Penny had returned to her computer chair and hit .

 

Joanne's bodacious breasts had been directly in front of Billy's line of vision. They suddenly zoomed over his head, increasing in size and volume. Everything about her drastically inflated in size. Everything in the room- everything in the world had. Even the hem of her shirt raised above his head, and looking up he could see her naked sex. Billy's mind reeled.

 

"How's the weather down there, little boy."

 

The amazon had become a giantess. Bill actually let loose a girlish yelp as she bent toward him. It was just too much. He bolted forward, so short now that he could actually run between her legs. Knowing he couldn't run into the hall the insane preservation part of his brain commanded him to go for the open bathroom door. Just getting the solid wood of the door between him and these two growing girls would be something. He couldn't actually see what good it would do. He couldn't see what harm it could do, either. He was a scurrying creature of instinct.

 

"Faster than I thought," said Joanne.

 

Billy looked back as he ran. If she got a good start he'd never beat her to the bathroom. Her legs were more than twice as long as his. It was as he was thinking this that he ran into Penny. Or rather, he ran into Penny's big black muff.

 

As she jumped up to block their fleeing captive her robe (loosely tied at best) came fully unbelted and hung open like a cape. Unconcerned with her nudity Penny stood in the path of the fleeing runt. She struck a heroic fists-on-hips pose she distantly associated with Wonder Woman. She had expected Billy to see her, stop, and then run another way. She had to admit that what actually happened was even better, it didn't really hurt and she had never even imagined that she could knock a man down with her pussy before.

 

"You better watch where you're going, Twerp," Penny told him. "Little guy like you could get himself hurt."

 

Billy stared up from where he lay on the ground. He was swimming inside of his shirt. It was a miracle that he hadn't tripped earlier. If he moved again he'd have to hold it up to free his legs.

 

"What's the matter Billy. You used to leer at me every chance you got. I got so sick of you staring at my tits. Almost made me want to shrink them back down to the way they were before. Well, not anymore!" Penny said and let her robe fall to the ground.

 

Bill cowered at her feet.

 

"Awww... What's the matter? Aren't I pretty enough anymore? Go on take a good long gander," Penny told him.

 

Penny appeared to be almost 12 feet tall. Bill didn't move. He just laid still in shock at the expanse of smooth, white, female skin. The triangle of black pubic hair made the alabaster all around it even more stunning. The dark dot of her naval on her toned flat belly. Above that, almost nine feet off the ground, her full and perky breasts. Penny might have been much, much smaller than Joanne, but that did not change the fact that she was a healthily proportioned girl. The pale, rounded flesh swelled triumphantly off her chest, each breast crowned with a surprisingly rosy nipple. Her slender neck led to a face of devilish glee. Her red lips pursed into a smile that showed no teeth. Her dark sculpted eyebrows raised in subtle, mock surprise. This is how snow white must have looked in secret fantasies of the seven dwarves.

 

"Now Jo," Penny said.

 

Joanne had moved to the computer and at Penny's request entered the command that had been previously typed into the BodyBender.

 

"I am enough woman, for a big man like you, Billy?" Penny asked.

 

Even as she said this Penny started to grow in Billy's eyes. Already roughly twice his size she became thrice, and then quadruple. The 12-foot Penny grew as Billy shrank even smaller expanding into a 25-foot titan. He sunk deeper and deeper into his hopelessly large sweatshirt.

 

"How about now?" she said placing a giant foot heavily down next to him. "You getting a good look at my stuff? Well, now it's my turn to see yours."

 

She reached into the neck of his shirt and wrapped a giant hand around his waist. Lifting the nude 16" Billy easily, she whistled.

 

"Wow, this must've really been some dick, Bill," she said. Gently touching his surprisingly erect shaft, "When you were bigger, I mean. Not much to it now, really."

 

She held him up for Joanne to see. Displaying his erection openly.

 

"Didn't this thing hurt, Jo? You used to be such a petite thing."

 

"Sometimes," Joanne admitted. "If I wasn't ready for it."

 

"Well, I'm sure we can fix that, too," Penny said. "After all, there's Cindy to consider."

 

"W-What do you mean!?" Billy asked in a squeaky little voice.

 

"Kinda funny now, though. Doubt I'd even feel it. Just a wee little pecker," Joanne laughed.

 

Grabbing the camera off the desk Joanne snapped another picture. Quite the shot for their private collection (a collection that would grow over the years to comemost of them self-portraits). It shows Penny smiling, holding the doll sized Billy on a slight angle in front of her. One of Penny's hands is wrapped around his mid-chest and the other around his calves. Between her grasping hands Bill's penis is clearly visible. It must've once been quite a mighty cock, but in his diminished state Billy sports an erection less that 2 inches long and as thin as a pencil. Caught in the still of the frame Bill has a look on his face somewhere between shock and stun. Conversely his captor looks very pleased. Penny is startlingly nude and one stiff nipple is clearly in shot. If anyone ever saw it, they'd claim that it was photo shopped for an art class... and who could say other wise.

 

Penny rolled Billy over, "And a cute little tookus. I might be gay, but I can still appreciate a sweet little ass."

 

"They don't get much smaller than that," Joanne laughed.

 

There were other photos as well. A slightly blurry one with Penny tossing Bill into the air, a much crisper one with him at the apex of the arc (Penny looking expectantly up), and a third moments after she caught him again. These were followed by a snap of Billy kneeling in front of the coffee cup on Joanne's desk, presumably throwing up. Penny's upper torso is visible on opposite side of the desk making a face of comic disgust.

 

Joanne got in a few too. The most notable of which shows Joanne with her shirt pulled up over her breasts (no longer an easy task) and Billy being squeezed between them. Jo holds one massive tit in each hand and pushes them together on her tiny male captive. His head and shoulders poke out of her cleavage with one arm splayed over the top of each breast. His feet from the calves down are also visible. The rest of his body is completely engulfed by Joanne's mountainous upper dimensions. In the photo Joanne vamps for the camera with a look of exhalation that will make Penny hot every single time she sees it. Billy is just looking down in wonder and disbelief. His awed features have a certain innocence to them, and none of their usual arrogance. In a weird way it's a good picture of Bill and both women quietly agree that he looks his most handsome.

 

"Hold that pose," Penny said, "I've got an idea!"

 

"Hurry up! All his squirming tickles."

 

A moments typing later and Penny grabbed the camera and looked over to Joanne excitedly.

 

"How do you set this thing to make mini movies," Penny asked.

 

Joanne explained as best she could with a sixteen-inch man trapped between her boobs. It wasn't a moment she had planned for and considered herself lucky to pass along any information at all.

 

Penny held the camera up, and hollered ‘Action' a moment before pressing on the computer keyboard. The camera could snag just over a minute of footage, so Penny worded her request to give her about 50 seconds. Always leave yourself a little wiggle room.

 

"What are you- You can't!" Billy yelped as he felt the all too familiar tingles spread through his body. Though small, you can still here his voice clear enough on the digital playback.

 

"Why Lil'Bill, we're making you a star," Penny declared. Joanne giggled but whether from what Penny said, or from Billy's struggles remained uncertain.

 

It was obvious what was happening. Billy was getting even smaller, and this was having an even more interesting effect than normal. If someone were to shrink the immediate picture formed in your head is of that person going downward. Becoming shorter, and therefore closer to the ground. The only reason why this actually happens is due to gravity. The real direction a person shrinks is inward. If you were to watch someone shrink while lying on a bed this would be readily apparent.

 

Billy wasn't lying on a bed, and the forces of gravity were vertically acting him upon. But he was also being acted upon by a force far greater than gravity (at least on a local level) – Joanne's tits. The friction she was placing on the increasingly smaller man easily held him fast. Knowing this, coupled with the fact that Bill was shrinking inward (not downward) created a particularly entertaining visual spectacle.

 

Billy was shrinking deeper and deeper into Joanne's breasts.

 

Finding himself on the loosing side of twelve inches high, to Billy's perspective the Joanne's breasts were growing at an alarming rate and pulling him down like quicksand. His legs, already engulfed in mammalian flesh to the calves, slowly slid up and into the taught curving line of Joanne's cleavage. His upper body faired little better. He attempted to use his muscular arms to pull the rest of his body up and out Jo's imprisoning breasts. Pushing seemed to do no good because of the inherent pliable nature of the female breast. It was like trying to get leverage off a covered pool. Similarly his legs could not push against the flesh that pinioned them from all sides. He could barely move them. Nor did the pressure lessen as he shrunk. It remained constant as the Joanne's curves filled whatever space his own diminishing volume gave up.

 

Approaching half his previous size, Billy's was pulled so deep into Joanne's cleavage that his arms began to get forced up over his head. And still his body continued to pull in toward his center of gravity. Reflexively Bill grabbed one last lung full of air before his head submerged into the sea of breasts. Finally all that was left were Billy's still shrinking hands, reaching skyward like a drowning sailor.

 

"Going... going... gone," Penny said. On camera Joanne now appeared simply to be a woman of ample endowments pressing her breasts together into an even more ample display of cleavage. Enough cleavage to lose a puppy in... or an ex-boyfriend.

 

"My god," Joanne said, "He's so tiny! I can feel him, I think he's still shrinking."

 

Five seconds later the camera stopped filming.

 

"OK you let go of your breasts, and I'll catch him," Penny said.

 

The tiny form of Billy Walcott fell into the raven-haired girl's open palms. He was slightly shorter than the length of her out-stretched hand. She gently rolled him over with a finger and he immediately began coughing and gasping. Pulling as much air as he could back into his lungs.

 

"So do you still like big boobs or... Oh don't be such a cry baby," Penny chided. "You're fine."

 

"W-What are you doing?" Billy said when he caught his breath. He stared up at a monolith of a woman, at least 70 feet tall. Joanne was closer to 80, and after pulling her shirt back over herself (a task accomplished with many grunts and a choice widening of the once modest V-neck), she joined Penny. Together they stared down at the man in her hand.

 

"What was that? You're really going to have to speak up, Shorty," Joanne said.

 

After a couple repeated tries on Billy's part, Penny said, "Why we're just keeping our part of the bargain. You didn't want to be seen on your way back to your dorm in a shrunken state, and Joanne has been nice enough to offer to escort you back to your room. And I promise you that at your current size no one will see you. And as we agreed, in the morning you'll find yourself back to normal."

 

"More or less," Joanne added with a smile.

 

"So now comes your part," Penny said placing the little man down on the table next to what now appeared to be a six-foot glass of whiskey.

 

"Drink up!" Joanne laughed.

 

Strangely enough getting Billy to drink wasn't a problem. Once Joanne had found a plastic thimble in a never opened sewing kit her mother had bought for her, Billy was more than willing to participate in this part of the evening's plans. He downed the proverbial glass after glass of the stuff. It was as if he wanted- no, hoped he could drink this night out of his head... Now why would he want to do that?

 

Joanne refused to be reduced to less extravagant dimensions before walking Billy home. Penny had only half-heartedly tried to convince her to do so anyway. But she did let Penny grow her hair out to the small of her back and darken it to match Penny's own color. She immediately put her longer hair into girlish pigtails. It was her disguise, in case she met any of Billy's frat boy friends.

 

She continued to wear her dangerously over-stressed shirt, and managed to squeeze into Billy's pair of pants. Joanne stood around 6'7" now and found them tight in the hips, short in the leg, and thankfully, loose in the waist. She didn't bother with shoes. She'd look ridiculous if she didn't look so damn sexy.

 

"You know I really shouldn't let you go out like that. I mean, into a frat? Those boys get ideas far too easily," Penny warned.

 

"I think I can handle the little boys and their ideas. Don't you?" Joanne said wickedly. She shifted her shoulders to stress her height and give her breasts an impressive wobble. She bent and gave her lover a quick kiss.

 

"OK," Penny breathed and then turned (on wobbly knees) back to see how their little visitor was coming along.

 

Billy was bent over the rim of the glass, scooping more whiskey up in his thimble. Thimble full, he sat heavily back down, splashing a good deal of the contents over himself in the process, and went back to drinking. Hiccuping, he looked up warily as the towering nude approached him.

 

"How's our little leprechaun doing?" she asked.

 

"Eye-sha' lepercomb?" he asked between drinks. "Dat'makesh shensh when you shtink'bout it. Splains'alot." He vaguely saluted her with his whiskey.

 

"And have you learned a healthy respect for women and their various body parts?"

 

As Penny said this she motioned her body so that her own naked breast slowly eclipsed her view of Billy. She watched as her own nipple broke her eye contact with the little man, so she knew he would now be staring directly at her tit. The shadow of her breast fell upon Bill where he sat, and he stopped drinking immediately. He cowered a bit at the presence of Penny's breast. His reaction made her smile. She imagined the fear would wear off in time, but she hoped the respect would stay. And if this evening had taught him anything it's was that bigger doesn't always mean better.

 

"Don't worry my boobies aren't going to hurt you," she smiled down at him.

 

As a general rule Penny didn't mind men. She was good friends with quite a few of them. Sexual attraction just didn't come into it. She definitely preferred the soft curves of the feminine form (and more importantly the inner workings of the female mind). But at this size she was beginning to see what other women saw in them... or not. But he was kind of cute in a helpless and funny kind of way.

 

It was Joanne who got to have one last bit of fun. She could barely hear the squeaky ‘whooah!' Billy uttered as she plucked him off the table. His thimble and the tiny drop of whiskey it held falling to the ground as he rose to the level of her face. He sat, naked, in her open hand and looked up at her not unkind face. Despite her disguise and his drunkenness Bill still recognized her billboard-sized face.

 

"Eye'shorry, shLil'Jo," he said at a barely audible tone. "Eye'shorry ah left'wu fe Shindy and her big'ol boobies."

 

Joanne smiled, "Apology accepted, Lil'Bill." All the anger was burned out of her. She had certainly gotten more vengeance then she would have believed possible two days ago. Billy had been brought so low and was just so small, drunk, and weak it was hard to stay mad at him.

 

"Now this next bit it going to be a little scary, but just go with the flow and you'll be fine, OK?"

 

The tiny figure stood on very uneven legs, and threw her a shaky thumbs up.

 

Penny hit on the keyboard and for the final time this evening the tiny figure on Joanne's palm became even tinier. Earlier in the evening Billy had certainly shrunk more than he did now, but earlier in the evening he had more to lose. Six inches dwindled to three and Bill fell as Jo's hand stretched out in all directions around him. It didn't stop there, the world continued to balloon around him.

 

Beyond shock and beyond fear Bill struggled to his feet once the world stopped shifting around him. Well... when the world stopped dramatically shifting around him, he was more drunk than he had ever been in his life after all.

 

Everything was now six times bigger than it had been ten seconds before. The eye that looked down at him was bigger then was. The lips smiling down at him were the length of a bus. The hand he sat upon had a larger floor plan than the house he grew up in. And the women these parts belonged to was nearly 500 feet tall. So enormous that she had become impossible to take in in one viewing.

 

The hand started to move. Slowly it began to pivot on its access. Billy stumbled in the direction it was turning and looked over the edge. Far, far below him another hand clearly as colossal as one he was riding on hooked two tree-like fingers into the opening of a pink and black tarp that looked to be made of the thickest of theatre curtains. They pulled the tarp open wide and then wider still.

 

Bill whipped his head around to look up at the face of the mountainous woman holding him (she winked), then he returned his gaze to the yawning opening below. This time he followed the giantess's jaw line, down a neck longer than 6-story office building, and still further down. Her neck broadened into shoulders that looked as wide as a city block and still her immense body continued. Spreading out in seemingly all directions, including down into the gap made in the pink and fabric. Part of his brain suddenly realized that the tarp was the neck opening of Joanne's skintight nightshirt. And those blimp-ish swellings beneath must be-

 

Joanne spoke, but the words were so big that Billy mostly felt them as wind and thunder. But if he could've heard them they would've sound something like:

 

"You always were a boob boy, and I guarantee these are the biggest tits you'll ever see."

 

The ground tipped even more sending Billy falling down and down. Beneath him two zeppelin-sized breasts majestically rose to catch him.

 

"In you go," the thunder boomed.

 

There is a tradition of yelling ‘Geronimo' when leaping or falling from a great height. The reasons for doing this have been lost to all but a few. Though he was far too small for either Penny or Joanne to hear him that didn't stop Bill from letting loose his own mighty drunken battle cry. It was not ‘Geronimo'. Billy's drink addled brain never made that particular connection as he fell. His mind far from tradition, instead came up with an impromptu slogan of his own which, while not exactly creative, was at least very appropriate to the situation.

 

"Aaah! Boobies!"

 

 

 

Epilog

 

 

Joanne watched the tiny figure of her ex-boyfriend land safely on top of her bulging bosom. He appeared to have passed out, but whether that was from the fall or the drink she couldn't say. She didn't worry about it. Passed out was good. She wouldn't have to wonder if he was getting into any trouble on his own, and as long as she didn't spontaneously start doing jumping jacks he'd be fine.

 

Joanne let go of her shirt collar and looked at Penny.

 

"That," she said, "was very therapeutic."

 

"Remind me never to break up with you," Penny said, impressed.

 

"So we're dating now, huh?" Joanne mused.

 

"You think I'm going to let a girl like you get away from me? Of course we're dating!"

 

"Good," Joanne smiled. Then gesturing at her breasts, "Well, I better get Lil'Bill home."

 

Joanne walked to the door, opened it and then turned back to Penny.

 

"Stay naked!" The large woman commanded before ducking out the door.

 

"Yes ma'am!" Penny saluted so vigorously that it caused a pleasing jiggle in a very agreeable location.

 

As Joanne left, Penny hopped gleefully onto the remaining bed. She had always found it delicious to tangle herself up in the sheets, so she did so now. She almost purred with happiness at the expectant thoughts of her returning lover and the many magically pleasurable days and nights ahead of them.

 

 

The girls were true to their word. In the morning Billy awoke on top of the still sleeping Cindy Walker returned to his former size. More or less. As Penny put it-"Two inches shorter, and well... two inches shorter." Which still left Bill above average in both measurements. And whether he couldn't remember, or just knew better Billy kept his end of the bargain, too. He never mentioned word one about his adventures and lessons learned.

 

Joanne also woke up in the morning more or less returned to her former size. This elicited a loud groan of disappointment from her until she inspected the details of her own ‘more or less' conditionals. In her case, she found herself two inches taller (most of it in her legs), incredibly toned, and sporting a pair of large-ish B-cups. That still left her one inch shorter and one cup size smaller than Penny, but her lover had promised that would change soon enough.

 

Penny instructed Joanne to try to causally mention her growth spurt from time to time in conversation. To discuss how the women of her family had a tendency of being very late bloomers. In other words she wanted to pave the way for the changes to come.

 

The raven-haired witch had loved the idea of Joanne being her tall, top-heavy lover. She just didn't want to draw any unwanted attention. So Joanne was put onto a strict regiment of once inch of growth per month, with occasional enhancements to her bust line as well.

 

As for herself, Penny let Joanne first catch up to her and then she matched her lover in the ‘inch-of-the-month club'. She had found that she liked her time being taller than a man and decided she'd like to experience that sensation all of the time. She didn't need to be freakishly big, just... statuesque. Her target height was 5'11". Joanne's was 6'5"... for starters.

 

The last of the kinks in her spell were worked out near the end of January (at which point the two ladies were up to 5'10" and Joanne verging on D-cups), and the user interface was redesigned to suit the request oriented nature of the magics used. There were the many changes. Not the least notable of them were a password protection system and a memory/reset feature. Needless to say the lovers ran a myriad of test runs as months progressed. Practice makes perfect after all.

 

In February Joanne bumped quite literally in Billy. She had been finding her constantly ascending size (along with her increasing upper dimensions) gave her the slight accident-prone nature she had had in puberty. Well, there were bound to be growing pains of some sort. At this point she was 5'11" and Billy was still six-foot even. She was glad she hadn't worn heels.

 

Billy hardly recognized her, but when he did he was very pleasant. A little taken back at her size perhaps, but that was a reaction she was getting a lot of recently if she hadn't seen someone in a few months. She watched him closely for a sign of deeper memories but didn't see any signs.

 

They sat down together in the SU to quickly catch up, and it was when Joanne removed her heavy winter coat that she noticed an odd reaction from him. She was wearing a thinly knitted, ribbed sweater. It was a medium to dark green and it did a lot to showcase her breasts (particularly so because she received it for Christmas when she was still 5'9" and less endowed). Bill's reaction was unexpected. Its not that he stared at her boobs, a little staring to be anticipated. This was exactly the opposite. He seemed to do anything he could to not look at them. He would look anywhere but at her chest.

 

Joanne noted, but otherwise ignored this and then asked how Cindy was doing. It turned out that Billy had broken up with Cindy shortly after his long/short night with Jo and Penny. He claimed nothing was really wrong with the relationship it just wasn't working out. But he ended it fairly and on limited terms they had remained friends.

 

"Actually we're civil to one another," he admitted, "but behind my back she tells people I'm gay."

 

"Not that there's anything wrong with that," Joanne laughed.

 

"Well, no. Honestly I think it was just a big ego blow. Cindy's not used the guys walking out on her," Billy said. Suddenly he gave himself an admonishing shrug, "And speaking of that. I don't know if I ever apologized for the way I ended our relationship. I'm really sorry. There's nothing to excuse my past behavior, so I won't try. I just want you to know that I'm a changed man."

 

"I'm sure you are," Joanne said.

 

Billy was waiting for his new girlfriend to arrive and asked Joanne to stay and meet her. Interested, Joanne did just that. The whole time they waited Billy never once looked at her chest. The perfect gentleman.

 

Her name was Lilly, Jo never did get her last name, and she was a very pretty, slender blonde. Around five foot seven or five/eight and her skin could've made a model jealous. Obviously straight (Joanne was starting to get a vibe for these things), but even she took a moment to ogle Jo's breasts. Not for more than a moment, but more than Billy had in a 20 minutes of chatting. It was when Lilly removed her coat that it was Joanne's turn to stare.

 

Lilly had two of the smallest, little breasts she'd ever seen. They were very visible in her skintight top, but they looked even smaller than Joanne's used to be. They were very pretty, but Jo remembered Billy's old jokes about her own once small breasts. He'd say that if she had been any smaller he'd have to throw her back. Joanne blinked twice to clear her vision and they continued their conversation.

 

She found that she liked Lilly. What's more, she even found herself liking Billy. Sometime later Jo excused herself to leave and Lilly rose to escort her to the door. Lilly suggested Billy go get them a table in the restaurant under the SU, and that she'd join him in a minute.

 

"Don't listen to her. The only picture she can paint of me won't fit my new frame," Billy laughed.

 

"Don't worry, honey," Lilly smiled, "Just a little girl talk."

 

When Joanne stood up, Lilly gasped. "You never said she was so tall," she scolded Billy.

 

"Well, I have grown a bit," Joanne said. It was one of the things she found herself saying a lot these days.

 

"I'll say," Billy said. "Any grow anymore and you'll be taller than me!" An odd look slid momentarily across his face but then it cleared.

 

Lilly gave Bill a kiss and they went there separate ways.

 

In a moment she asked Joanne, "Are all the story's he tells me about himself true? Was he really a class A jerk?"

 

Joanne was a bit embarrassed, "uhm... Yeah, kinda. Why?"

 

"Its just that he's so nice to me I can hardly believe it. He treats me like a queen," Lilly smiled.

 

"And he's come clean on his past, too? Not bad, most guys like to bury that stuff."

 

"That's why I was asking. I just assumed that he was exaggerating, but he was really an ass?"

 

"Yeah, well... It looks like he had a change of heart," Joanne said.

 

"He said he had an epiphany right after he broke up with you. Changed his life," Lilly said.

 

"Does he ever talk about it?"

 

"No, no. I don't he can really put it into words, but he really does feel bad about the way he treated you," Lilly said looking up into Joanne's face.

 

"Really? He talks about me?" Joanne asked.

 

"Sure," Lilly smiled, "But I have to say you don't look a thing like I thought you would. What are you? Six feet tall?"

 

"Soon," Joanne smiled.

 

"What?"

 

"You know, with heels," Joanne diverted.

 

"Oh, yeah. And then there's this other thing," Lilly said. Her eyes were shifting from side to side and she looked a little awkward.

 

"What? Tell me," Joanne prompted.

 

"Well, all of his old girlfriends had really- uhm... real large- well, they were kind of big... up front. You know?"

 

"Yeah, he really used to be a boob boy," Joanne said with a smile.

 

"He still is," Lilly said with a flush welling in her cheeks. "Its just that now he seems to really like small breasts. Lucky for me, huh?"

 

She smiled a bit more naturally, "The way he describes you, I thought you were the exception to the rule. But just look at you- uhm, I mean... you're really beautiful."

 

"You too, Lilly," Joanne said earnestly.

 

"Thanks," Lilly said. "I guess I thought you'd be built a bit more like me."

 

"Maybe now that he's found you he's tailoring his memories to fit his perfect girl. Memories a tricky thing," Joanne said.

 

"Maybe," Lilly said.

 

"And I've probably grown a bit," Joanne said. "My family are late bloomers."

 

"Yeah. Thanks, Joanne. Its been really good to meet you," Lilly gave Joanne a quick hug.

 

"I'm really happy for you two," Joanne smiled. "And you just let me know if you ever have a problem with him. I'll straighten him out."

 

"Deal," Lilly laughed and left to catch up with Billy.

 

Joanne was still chuckling as she stepped outside. She belted her coat, turned he feet toward home and wondered what size she'd find Penny when she got there. It was Friday and they had all weekend. In fact, they had all of their lives.