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Once it got late, Kelly wasn't feeling tired enough to fall asleep so she took out her laptop and browsed the internet for a while. She looked at new scientific discoveries, the week's weather, new movies coming out soon, and new fashion ideas. Eventually she ended up looking up pictures of the human body, and articles about the different body systems. She did have a health class research paper to write so she decided to get a head start on it. The more she looked at, the more a thought nagged at her in her brain. It didn't want to go away. It was like her bosom was having a mind of its own and urging her to do its bidding.

...anyone that I ever see...

The thought kept repeating itself over and over again.
Does it work with images?
Transfixed by her mind, her hand moved to click on a picture of a supermodel.
Nothing happened.
Probably needs to be bigger.
She typed in the words ‘big boobs' into the search browser.
Kelly clicked on the first picture, one of a massively busted woman with implants, running in a tank top and short shorts. Her browser brought her to a screen with a full scale image.
Immediately her breasts responded to the new stimulus and began growing again. Freaked out, Kelly slammed her computer shut and hurriedly yanked off her shirt so it wouldn't get stretched even more. Before her, sagging past her navel, were two JJ cup sized breasts, shining in the light against the mirror.

Crap.

That night Kelly lay there, watching her massive bosom rise and fall on her chest as she breathed, sweat dripping down her face. “What am I supposed to do tomorrow?” she whispered aloud to herself. “A couple D cups were okay, but this? I can’t go to school like this.”
The more she freaked out about her new appearance, the more she came to realize that she couldn't do anything about it. That thought lingered for a while until it began to sink in. Kelly sat up, her breasts resting on her thighs. She slowly changed her way of thinking through the course of the night.

I finally got a pair of boobs, a real good set. Why let that stop me from being happy? I can finally show Trisha, that she isn't better than everyone else. I can show everyone that I won’t be bullied anymore. Ever.

"Commmme...onnnnn..." Kelly grunted as she struggled to get the bottom half of her shirt passed her bosom. Hands clammy and head sweating, she got the shirt on. However it rode all the way up, already starting to tuck itself under the breasts.
Kelly had barely been able to snap her bra on, and finding a shirt long enough to cover her lower torso was going to be a challenge. She rummaged through her dresser drawers until she happened on a maroon stretchy shirt that appeared longer than the rest. Kelly pulled it on and was ecstatic to see it reach her shorts. She squatted, rubbing her breasts on her knees and pulled on her shoes. Hopping up, she looked herself over in the mirror.
Looking Good.

She walked through the front doors and received even more gawking, mouth agape looks. Whispered conversations and faint whistles were directed at her as she walked the halls, breasts bouncing with each step. Kelly reached her locker and waiting for her was Trisha.
"Look, I don't know what you're trying to pull with those new boobs of yours, hell, what'd you do, get implants?" Trisha stated accusingly.
At first Kelly felt scared, finally being confronted by her arch enemy, right back in the helpless role she was so accustomed to. Then, she could tell by Trisha's face that she was jealous. Kelly took a daring move and smiled back at her.
"What are you smiling for?" Trisha asked threateningly.
"Oh, nothing." Kelly laughed. She shut her locker and strutted off with a newly found confidence to her first class.
It wasn't until gym class that Trisha saw Kelly again. She gathered up all her girls and went over to the far side of the locker room to find Kelly putting on her swimsuit. Kelly had her back turned to them just finishing up the knot in her new top at the back of her neck.
"Well if isn't Miss Faker," Trisha taunted. “Were you seriously that desperate that you needed fake ones?"
Trisha immediately ate her words when Kelly turned to face her. Right off the bat she knew they weren't fake. Trisha knew fake. She had seen pictures and even friends with them, and was embarrassed now to think that she had wanted implants when she graduated as a senior present.
Kelly stood there, her breasts billowing out of the puny top. Her flesh bulged out, completely enveloping the suit's bands. The cups of the top barely covered her nipples and were under immense tension from the weight.
"There not fake, just so you know," Kelly retorted, bouncing up and down jiggling her bosom violently, trying to make her point. The newly purchased suit looked as if it were going to snap at any moment. Kelly brushed past them bumping her breasts on anyone that was in the way.
Trisha spent the rest of the class and the day befuddled by Kelly's new assets.
How is that even possible? Trisha was torn between her doubts and facts.
They HAVE to be fake! But I saw them. They were real. How?! She'll ruin me if she continues to challenge me in front of everyone. People in my group are already asking if she can join the group. I can't let that happen. I'll appear weak.
No.
This had to end.

Kelly got home and walked through the door to find her mother reading at the kitchen table.
"How was school?" she asked.
Kelly rolled her eyes. Same dumb question, day after day.
"Taught that bitch to shut up. Definitely put her in her place," Kelly laughed brushing her mom aside and walked toward the stairs.
“Excuse me?” her mother replied sternly regaining her balance after her daughter pushed her. “Don’t you dare swear in front of me young lady, where are you going?”
It was futile. Her mother watched as Kelly skipped up the stairs completely ignoring her. She let out a long breath and dropped into a chair at the table.
Why is she like this?

Power.

That's what Kelly felt. She felt on top of the world after she finally one-upped Trisha.
Got a dose of her own medicine, that's for sure.
She felt untouchable now. It was if her new breasts gave her the right to dominate. Kelly frantically paced around the room blinded by her lust for power.
Bigger. Yeah…They need to be bigger.
Kelly waited until after an awkwardly silent dinner, her mother clearly distraught by the fact that her daughter had changed so drastically, then locked away in her room, started searching everywhere on the internet for bigger breasts. Picture after picture Kelly scrolled through and clicked on, feeling her breasts expand, feeling the sensational power they brought with them. After hours of searching, Kelly soon drifted off to sleep when she could no longer keep her eyes open to look for more images.

Her alarm jolted her awake at seven in the morning. Kelly fell from her chair and onto the floor, her body jiggling as it lay there. She crawled over to the mirror, her breasts dragging along the carpeted floor and got up to look at herself.
Dropping to her shins, her breasts sagged, feeling heavy and awkward. Kelly couldn't care less. She swung them back and forth, playing a little game and laughing to herself. She completely gave up on making an attempt to put her bra on and spent the morning searching for the largest and stretchiest shirt she could find. It took some time but she came across one. She tugged with all her strength until the shirt passed over her massive bust. It barely fit, but it would do. Kelly sped downstairs, breasts flopping uncontrollably, completely ignoring her mother’s call for breakfast and went out to her car.
Kelly got into her car and her breasts smothered the steering wheel. She slid her seat back but she could still feel them pushing against it. She grumbled to herself and just started the car. Steering was difficult but she managed to get to school without any other issues.
Her breasts swayed from side to side as she walked to and from classes. Time and time again Kelly got the same thing: whistles, hollers, dirty looks, and like before, no one talked to her directly.
Gym class came around and Kelly struggled next to her locker to knot her straps for her top.
“C’mon babies. We can do this,” Kelly whispered to her bosom as if it were able to talk. Her flesh bounced and shook as she fought to finally get the knot to stay. The skin exploded out of her suit which wasn't even visible. It had been completely encased in the flesh of her breasts.
The suit was holding up for the entire class time until she attempted a dive from the diving board. As she was bouncing on the edge, her bosom flying up and down, the straps snapped as she was in mid-dive. Kelly came up from the water her breasts floating naked in the water. Everyone around her including Trisha said nothing and just stared at her.
The coach had everyone get out and take showers and told Kelly something as she passed.
"I don't know what you did to yourself but it's not helping. Please look decent next class, and go put on some clothes," she told Kelly with a frown.
"Who are you my mother?" Kelly retorted.
"Excuse me, Miss?" the coach replied taken off guard.
"Sorry. I apologize. I'll do as you say," Kelly answered acting with false compliance.
"Good. Now get showered."
Kelly stalked into the locker room, her bosom shaking. She walked over to where Trisha's locker was and found her putting on her school clothes.
"Well hello there, Trish," Kelly said conceitedly. "Isn't it a shame that yours aren't bigger?"
Trisha looked up but said nothing.
"Doesn't it bug you?" Kelly mocked, swinging her wet breasts in her face. "Man, does it feel good to finally hear you say nothing. Not a single damn word."
Domination. It felt great. Trisha was finally unable to bully her.
"Please, just go away. I get it. You have bigger boobs. Congrats. You happy now?" Trisha stated depressingly.
"You want me to go away?" Kelly replied her voice rising. "Why wouldn't YOU, for over three and a half years?"
Trisha said nothing in return.
Kelly snapped. She lunged at Trisha, right in the chest. Trisha's head snapped back as Kelly's body hurtled her backwards onto the floor. Kelly lay on top of her, pinning Trisha to the floor with her massive breasts. Trisha gasped for air as Kelly's bosom crushed her chest.
"I....ackkkklll...I'mmmm....ssockkkkllllrrrryyyyy..." Trisha choked out, tears welling up in her eyes.

It was as if time stood still for a moment. A look of pure fear stared back at Kelly.
Kelly's menacing smile faded from her face as she came to a sudden realization.
What have I become? A monster out for revenge, blinded by anger and sorrow?
It wasn't Trisha who was the bully anymore. It was only herself. Her desperate plea for breasts only turned her into a terrible person. Her one wish had transformed her into a prideful pompous jerk. She had pushed away anyone she knew, she had treated her family with disrespect, and the one person she had hated for so long was now at the mercy of her own hands.
Kelly got up off of Trisha and lay against the wall breathing deeply and clutching her head. Trisha rolled onto her side and coughed gasping for air. She stared at Kelly with pained eyes and slowly got up to gather her things. Without a word, Trisha turned and ran from the room.
Kelly sat there knees pushed into her chest sobbing into her blubbery flesh. She had no idea that she would become the opposite of what she thought she would become. She thought it would make her fit in and be happy, but all that truly happened was it made her distant and stuck up.
There has to be something I can do...anything to fix the damage I've caused...

Kelly stood in the doorway, seeing her mother reading at the kitchen table. She looked up from her book.
"Kelly," she gasped. "What's wrong?" Instantly she knew something was wrong, different than before.
Kelly walked over and sat in the chair opposite her mother, her breasts pooling on the tabletop. She rested her head on her arms and watched as she sank into her cleavage.
"Mom...I'm sorry..." Kelly said almost beginning to cry. "I've pushed you away, when I should be asking you for help. This wish...it's only turned me into the person I never thought I'd ever be."
"Don't say that," her mother replied looking deeply into her daughter's bloodshot eyes. "That wish did not change who you are. It only gave you something that you were just not ready for..." her voice trailed off.
Niv appeared before her mother could say his name.
"And you said she was ready," he stated calmly to her. He jumped up on the table and looked at Kelly.
"Look Kell, your parents and I only want the best for you, and I know you've had a rough day and a rough couple years to match it," Niv stated. "Your mother might have questioned whether she made the right choice or not, but the way I see it, she was right. This wish of yours may have seemed like a mistake but in the long run, it’s helped you grow as a person and see the different side of things, and even overcome a few things."
Kelly sniffed and wiped her face of her tears and grabbed Niv and embraced him. He was completely enveloped in her bosom, but he just accepted it and let her get her emotions out. Once freed he stood up and stared at Kelly.
"Now let's do something about those assets of yours," Niv said rubbing his palms together.
Kelly nodded and smiled.
With a snap of his fingers the aura was back around Kelly's body. She could feel the clothing loosen as her breasts shrunk. However, they did not reduce to her original state. When it was all over, Niv left her with a respectable set of D cups.
Kelly let out a long breath. "Thank you, for everything, for what you said to me, and what you've done for me."
"Don't mention it," Niv nodded with a smile. Try to behave while I'm gone."
Niv winked and vanished.

Kelly looked up into the loving and caring face of her mother.
"Now, how ‘bout you and I go a little shopping, for real this time."
Her mother always seemed to know the right thing to say.

Description
Once it got late, Kelly wasn't feeling tired enough to fall asleep so she took out her laptop and browsed the internet for a while. She looked at new scientific discoveries, the week's weather, new movies coming out soon, and new fashion ideas. Eventually she ended up looking up pictures of the human body, and articles about the different body systems. She did have a health class research paper to write so she decided to get a head start on it. The more she looked at, the more a thought nagged at her in her brain. It didn't want to go away. It was like her bosom was having a mind of its own and urging her to do its bidding.

...anyone that I ever see...

The thought kept repeating itself over and over again.
Does it work with images?
Transfixed by her mind, her hand moved to click on a picture of a supermodel.
Nothing happened.
Probably needs to be bigger.
She typed in the words ‘big boobs' into the search browser.
Kelly clicked on the first picture, one of a massively busted woman with implants, running in a tank top and short shorts. Her browser brought her to a screen with a full scale image.
Immediately her breasts responded to the new stimulus and began growing again. Freaked out, Kelly slammed her computer shut and hurriedly yanked off her shirt so it wouldn't get stretched even more. Before her, sagging past her navel, were two JJ cup sized breasts, shining in the light against the mirror.

Crap.

That night Kelly lay there, watching her massive bosom rise and fall on her chest as she breathed, sweat dripping down her face. “What am I supposed to do tomorrow?” she whispered aloud to herself. “A couple D cups were okay, but this? I can’t go to school like this.”
The more she freaked out about her new appearance, the more she came to realize that she couldn't do anything about it. That thought lingered for a while until it began to sink in. Kelly sat up, her breasts resting on her thighs. She slowly changed her way of thinking through the course of the night.

I finally got a pair of boobs, a real good set. Why let that stop me from being happy? I can finally show Trisha, that she isn't better than everyone else. I can show everyone that I won’t be bullied anymore. Ever.

"Commmme...onnnnn..." Kelly grunted as she struggled to get the bottom half of her shirt passed her bosom. Hands clammy and head sweating, she got the shirt on. However it rode all the way up, already starting to tuck itself under the breasts.
Kelly had barely been able to snap her bra on, and finding a shirt long enough to cover her lower torso was going to be a challenge. She rummaged through her dresser drawers until she happened on a maroon stretchy shirt that appeared longer than the rest. Kelly pulled it on and was ecstatic to see it reach her shorts. She squatted, rubbing her breasts on her knees and pulled on her shoes. Hopping up, she looked herself over in the mirror.
Looking Good.

She walked through the front doors and received even more gawking, mouth agape looks. Whispered conversations and faint whistles were directed at her as she walked the halls, breasts bouncing with each step. Kelly reached her locker and waiting for her was Trisha.
"Look, I don't know what you're trying to pull with those new boobs of yours, hell, what'd you do, get implants?" Trisha stated accusingly.
At first Kelly felt scared, finally being confronted by her arch enemy, right back in the helpless role she was so accustomed to. Then, she could tell by Trisha's face that she was jealous. Kelly took a daring move and smiled back at her.
"What are you smiling for?" Trisha asked threateningly.
"Oh, nothing." Kelly laughed. She shut her locker and strutted off with a newly found confidence to her first class.
It wasn't until gym class that Trisha saw Kelly again. She gathered up all her girls and went over to the far side of the locker room to find Kelly putting on her swimsuit. Kelly had her back turned to them just finishing up the knot in her new top at the back of her neck.
"Well if isn't Miss Faker," Trisha taunted. “Were you seriously that desperate that you needed fake ones?"
Trisha immediately ate her words when Kelly turned to face her. Right off the bat she knew they weren't fake. Trisha knew fake. She had seen pictures and even friends with them, and was embarrassed now to think that she had wanted implants when she graduated as a senior present.
Kelly stood there, her breasts billowing out of the puny top. Her flesh bulged out, completely enveloping the suit's bands. The cups of the top barely covered her nipples and were under immense tension from the weight.
"There not fake, just so you know," Kelly retorted, bouncing up and down jiggling her bosom violently, trying to make her point. The newly purchased suit looked as if it were going to snap at any moment. Kelly brushed past them bumping her breasts on anyone that was in the way.
Trisha spent the rest of the class and the day befuddled by Kelly's new assets.
How is that even possible? Trisha was torn between her doubts and facts.
They HAVE to be fake! But I saw them. They were real. How?! She'll ruin me if she continues to challenge me in front of everyone. People in my group are already asking if she can join the group. I can't let that happen. I'll appear weak.
No.
This had to end.

Kelly got home and walked through the door to find her mother reading at the kitchen table.
"How was school?" she asked.
Kelly rolled her eyes. Same dumb question, day after day.
"Taught that bitch to shut up. Definitely put her in her place," Kelly laughed brushing her mom aside and walked toward the stairs.
“Excuse me?” her mother replied sternly regaining her balance after her daughter pushed her. “Don’t you dare swear in front of me young lady, where are you going?”
It was futile. Her mother watched as Kelly skipped up the stairs completely ignoring her. She let out a long breath and dropped into a chair at the table.
Why is she like this?

Power.

That's what Kelly felt. She felt on top of the world after she finally one-upped Trisha.
Got a dose of her own medicine, that's for sure.
She felt untouchable now. It was if her new breasts gave her the right to dominate. Kelly frantically paced around the room blinded by her lust for power.
Bigger. Yeah…They need to be bigger.
Kelly waited until after an awkwardly silent dinner, her mother clearly distraught by the fact that her daughter had changed so drastically, then locked away in her room, started searching everywhere on the internet for bigger breasts. Picture after picture Kelly scrolled through and clicked on, feeling her breasts expand, feeling the sensational power they brought with them. After hours of searching, Kelly soon drifted off to sleep when she could no longer keep her eyes open to look for more images.

Her alarm jolted her awake at seven in the morning. Kelly fell from her chair and onto the floor, her body jiggling as it lay there. She crawled over to the mirror, her breasts dragging along the carpeted floor and got up to look at herself.
Dropping to her shins, her breasts sagged, feeling heavy and awkward. Kelly couldn't care less. She swung them back and forth, playing a little game and laughing to herself. She completely gave up on making an attempt to put her bra on and spent the morning searching for the largest and stretchiest shirt she could find. It took some time but she came across one. She tugged with all her strength until the shirt passed over her massive bust. It barely fit, but it would do. Kelly sped downstairs, breasts flopping uncontrollably, completely ignoring her mother’s call for breakfast and went out to her car.
Kelly got into her car and her breasts smothered the steering wheel. She slid her seat back but she could still feel them pushing against it. She grumbled to herself and just started the car. Steering was difficult but she managed to get to school without any other issues.
Her breasts swayed from side to side as she walked to and from classes. Time and time again Kelly got the same thing: whistles, hollers, dirty looks, and like before, no one talked to her directly.
Gym class came around and Kelly struggled next to her locker to knot her straps for her top.
“C’mon babies. We can do this,” Kelly whispered to her bosom as if it were able to talk. Her flesh bounced and shook as she fought to finally get the knot to stay. The skin exploded out of her suit which wasn't even visible. It had been completely encased in the flesh of her breasts.
The suit was holding up for the entire class time until she attempted a dive from the diving board. As she was bouncing on the edge, her bosom flying up and down, the straps snapped as she was in mid-dive. Kelly came up from the water her breasts floating naked in the water. Everyone around her including Trisha said nothing and just stared at her.
The coach had everyone get out and take showers and told Kelly something as she passed.
"I don't know what you did to yourself but it's not helping. Please look decent next class, and go put on some clothes," she told Kelly with a frown.
"Who are you my mother?" Kelly retorted.
"Excuse me, Miss?" the coach replied taken off guard.
"Sorry. I apologize. I'll do as you say," Kelly answered acting with false compliance.
"Good. Now get showered."
Kelly stalked into the locker room, her bosom shaking. She walked over to where Trisha's locker was and found her putting on her school clothes.
"Well hello there, Trish," Kelly said conceitedly. "Isn't it a shame that yours aren't bigger?"
Trisha looked up but said nothing.
"Doesn't it bug you?" Kelly mocked, swinging her wet breasts in her face. "Man, does it feel good to finally hear you say nothing. Not a single damn word."
Domination. It felt great. Trisha was finally unable to bully her.
"Please, just go away. I get it. You have bigger boobs. Congrats. You happy now?" Trisha stated depressingly.
"You want me to go away?" Kelly replied her voice rising. "Why wouldn't YOU, for over three and a half years?"
Trisha said nothing in return.
Kelly snapped. She lunged at Trisha, right in the chest. Trisha's head snapped back as Kelly's body hurtled her backwards onto the floor. Kelly lay on top of her, pinning Trisha to the floor with her massive breasts. Trisha gasped for air as Kelly's bosom crushed her chest.
"I....ackkkklll...I'mmmm....ssockkkkllllrrrryyyyy..." Trisha choked out, tears welling up in her eyes.

It was as if time stood still for a moment. A look of pure fear stared back at Kelly.
Kelly's menacing smile faded from her face as she came to a sudden realization.
What have I become? A monster out for revenge, blinded by anger and sorrow?
It wasn't Trisha who was the bully anymore. It was only herself. Her desperate plea for breasts only turned her into a terrible person. Her one wish had transformed her into a prideful pompous jerk. She had pushed away anyone she knew, she had treated her family with disrespect, and the one person she had hated for so long was now at the mercy of her own hands.
Kelly got up off of Trisha and lay against the wall breathing deeply and clutching her head. Trisha rolled onto her side and coughed gasping for air. She stared at Kelly with pained eyes and slowly got up to gather her things. Without a word, Trisha turned and ran from the room.
Kelly sat there knees pushed into her chest sobbing into her blubbery flesh. She had no idea that she would become the opposite of what she thought she would become. She thought it would make her fit in and be happy, but all that truly happened was it made her distant and stuck up.
There has to be something I can do...anything to fix the damage I've caused...

Kelly stood in the doorway, seeing her mother reading at the kitchen table. She looked up from her book.
"Kelly," she gasped. "What's wrong?" Instantly she knew something was wrong, different than before.
Kelly walked over and sat in the chair opposite her mother, her breasts pooling on the tabletop. She rested her head on her arms and watched as she sank into her cleavage.
"Mom...I'm sorry..." Kelly said almost beginning to cry. "I've pushed you away, when I should be asking you for help. This wish...it's only turned me into the person I never thought I'd ever be."
"Don't say that," her mother replied looking deeply into her daughter's bloodshot eyes. "That wish did not change who you are. It only gave you something that you were just not ready for..." her voice trailed off.
Niv appeared before her mother could say his name.
"And you said she was ready," he stated calmly to her. He jumped up on the table and looked at Kelly.
"Look Kell, your parents and I only want the best for you, and I know you've had a rough day and a rough couple years to match it," Niv stated. "Your mother might have questioned whether she made the right choice or not, but the way I see it, she was right. This wish of yours may have seemed like a mistake but in the long run, it’s helped you grow as a person and see the different side of things, and even overcome a few things."
Kelly sniffed and wiped her face of her tears and grabbed Niv and embraced him. He was completely enveloped in her bosom, but he just accepted it and let her get her emotions out. Once freed he stood up and stared at Kelly.
"Now let's do something about those assets of yours," Niv said rubbing his palms together.
Kelly nodded and smiled.
With a snap of his fingers the aura was back around Kelly's body. She could feel the clothing loosen as her breasts shrunk. However, they did not reduce to her original state. When it was all over, Niv left her with a respectable set of D cups.
Kelly let out a long breath. "Thank you, for everything, for what you said to me, and what you've done for me."
"Don't mention it," Niv nodded with a smile. Try to behave while I'm gone."
Niv winked and vanished.

Kelly looked up into the loving and caring face of her mother.
"Now, how ‘bout you and I go a little shopping, for real this time."
Her mother always seemed to know the right thing to say.