![]() The Magic Braby Steve Palmer |
IT WAS TOO bad. Joan had become very fond of this particular brassiere. It was a lovely thing and extremely comfortable too, but it just didn’t fit anymore. What a nice problem to have, she thought as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her boobs were now quite large, and very attractive. She had always wanted big boobs but finally became convinced that nature had passed her by. And now at the age of 24, she’d grown from a B-cup to a buxom DD in just a few months. She had no idea what had caused such a marvelous transformation, but she wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Of course her enlarged bust made it necessary to buy almost a whole new wardrobe, but it was a small price to pay for such a voluptuous figure. But she just couldn’t bear to throw away that delightful red silk bra with white lace trim. She had gotten it second hand herself, so why not pass it along for someone else to enjoy as well. She’d find someone who would appreciate it and who didn’t mind wearing used lingerie. It was the last bra she’d had that had fit her, until now. It seemed as if it had almost grown with her for a while. But her breasts had finally gotten too big for it. She pulled a tee shirt on over her bare torso and turned side to side in front of the mirror admiring this bold new bosom of hers that bulged out under the garment, wondering if she dared go out in public without a bra. Heck, she thought, women do it every day. Besides, now that I’ve got it, why not flaunt it? A few weeks later Joan gave the bra to her friend Susan with whom she worked. As she handed it to her, Joan wondered how the thing had ever fit her at all, it looked so small now. But that was okay, Susan was small too, and she seemed to like it a lot. “Oh, this is adorable, Joan! I love it! I’ll take this when Ted and I go on our trip to the beach this Memorial Day.” “You and Ted are going to the beach?” she queried. Susan nodded excitedly. “And he only made reservations for one room!” They giggled together gleefully. “I’m glad things are going well for you two.” “I can’t wait until he sees me in this,” she said, holding up the brassiere. “Even though there won’t be much inside it, at least the wrapping will be pretty.” They snickered again. * * * It had been just about the best summer of Susan’s life. Even though things didn’t work out with Ted, she didn’t mind. She had realized that she’d latched onto Ted only because she didn’t believe she could land anyone better. But now she had more self-confidence. Her whole life had changed for the better. She was dating several different guys, all of them nice looking and a pleasure to be with; she felt good; she had a lot of new clothes that she really liked. It was a lot of fun to wear all these sexy clothes now. Another thing that had changed for the better was that for some reason, she had begun developing again and her tits had gotten so big over the summer that nothing fit her anymore! Hence all the new clothes. Susan got a real kick out of wearing plunging necklines, tight bodices, and skimpy bikinis now that she had a nice big bosom to show off. And she took great delight in the way men looked at her now. She couldn’t figure out why some women didn’t like it when guys did that; she ate it up. Her new figure had changed her whole attitude. She felt sexy now, so she was sexy, bust size aside. And the more wolf whistles she got, the more encouraged she was to be increasingly adventurous with her clothing. She might leave the top few buttons of a blouse undone, go braless from time to time, or wear a top cut so low that steam came out of men’s ears when she walked by. Every once in a while she also still liked to wear that pretty red bra that Joan had given her. It was too small for her now, but that just made her tits look even bigger by comparison and she only wore it when there was a chance it might get taken off of her by someone she liked. Her bust was still getting bigger, but not at the rate it had been. For a while it was hard to keep a bra that fit. She was going to have to get rid of all those clothes that didn’t fit anymore, even that red bra. A shame, though. It was so sexy. She’d find some deserving person who might like it. * * * Angela didn’t have much money so it was great when she got nice hand-me-downs, and she was never too proud to take them. Having been raised in a relatively poor family, she had learned to make do with what she had. She kept clothes until they wore out, and then mended them until they couldn’t be mended anymore. It was the same with everything else. That’s why she drove a 1971 Nova. Even if she might have afforded a better car, the Nova still ran, so she still drove it. It was the way she’d been brought up. She stood next to her bed sorting through the box of things that Susan had given her. Everything was in great shape. Some of the bras even looked brand new, though some were certainly too big for her. Now this beautiful red silk one with the white lace trim was in excellent condition, and it appeared to be just her size. She stripped to the waist and tried it on. A perfect fit. She decided it was already one of her favorite items of clothing. Without taking it off, she put her top back on and continued rummaging through the box. It was a good thing Angela never got around to passing along all those nice bras that Susan had given her last month. They’d been too big for her then, but now the strangest thing was happening: her boobs were getting bigger! Of all things to happen to a 28 year old woman. She didn’t notice it at first because her favorite red silk bra that she usually wore had a lot of give and stretch to it, so it wasn’t uncomfortable when her breasts started enlarging. But eventually she couldn’t help but notice; they just kept getting bigger and bigger. She went through all the bras given to her by Susan, continually needing the next larger size. By the time she had exhausted that supply, she had become impressively busty. Angela had never concerned herself with her appearance. She spent most of her waking hours sequestered in her small house that she’d inherited, standing in front of an easel with brush and palette in hand. Sometimes she would go all day without even combing her hair or changing out of the underwear she’d slept in. It wasn’t that she was a slob, but when she was seized with inspiration, she just couldn’t be bothered with mundane concerns. She turned out quite a number of good paintings, and although she rarely got much money for them, the quantity she sold rendered enough for her to live on. One morning she realized that her tits were now too big to fit any of her bras, so she decided it was a good time to start a nude self-portrait. She had nothing to wear anyway, so why not make the best of things? That evening, when she had painted all day and needed a break, she sat down naked at her sewing machine and began the work of altering some of her clothes so they’d fit. Naturally the first thing she needed was a bra and the first bra she altered was her favorite. She cleverly rearranged the material, taking some from here and adding it there, and in not too much time her pretty red bra had a nicely enlarged cup size. She put it on and realized that she had miscalculated somewhat and had made it a little too big, even for her extra hefty bosom. No matter. That’s better than too small. She spent the rest of the evening getting the alterations out of the way so she could concentrate on her work for the next few days. She had a spot in an auction being held Friday afternoon ten days hence, and in addition to two finished paintings that she intended to enter, she had two others in progress. Well, three: she might as well throw in that self-portrait she was doing, since it was turning out so well. She always felt a little self-conscious at these things. The auction hall was crowded with yuppies and rich older people. They were all well dressed and civilized compared to Angela in her loose fitting jeans and work shirt with her hair tied back in a pony tail. She stood at the back of the hall so she could see everybody who was bidding. It was also a good place to hide. She not only felt uncomfortable among these society types, but her tits were now so large that they were obvious even under her trusty huge work shirt stretched tight across her bust. Bidding had begun on the first of the five paintings she’d submitted. It was a still life and one of her best, she thought. This was confirmed when the piece sold at a higher price than she’d hoped for. Next up was her self-portrait. At first she thought no one was going to bid at all, but after a tense few moments, the bidding started. To her delight it kept on going, driving the price higher and higher with several people bidding on it. The grin on her face grew as things got more competitive. She craned her neck to see who was making the bids. It was now down to three yuppie guys. Hm. Usually it was women who liked her work most, and for men to be bidding exclusively was -. The realization made her blush. These fellas want this painting because it’s a bosomy naked woman... ME! She couldn’t help giggling out loud. She had never thought of this painting in any terms other than purely artistic. When it was finally over, the piece had sold for over $1,500! All her other paintings had sold as well, and she went home with almost $3,400. She was delighted. She could catch up on her bills and have some left over. It was party time. When she got back home, she called a couple of girlfriends and made arrangements for them to get together and “cruise” that night. It suddenly occurred to her that she didn’t have much to wear, since she hadn’t gone out since her tits had gotten so big. She went to her closet and surveyed the possibilities. At least her red bra still fit. In the week and a half since she’d altered her things to accommodate her enlarged bust, she had gotten even bigger, outgrowing everything all over again. It was so weird. She didn’t even have any idea what her bust measurement was anymore. She didn’t mind, though. It was certainly going to be fun to have great big boobs when she went out that night. She tried putting on top after top, and her bosom was too large for all of them. Then she happened to remember a nice sleeveless summer sweater that had a series of buttons on the shoulder straps. Maybe she could adjust it. She opened a couple of dresser drawers, found it and took it out. The shoulder straps were indeed adjustable, so she refastened them in the most extreme position and tried it on. When she stepped over to the mirror, she was stunned by what she saw. This sweater should be illegal, she thought. I don’t know if I have the nerve to wear this. The top was tight fitting, and emphasized her lavish bosom. Her adjustments had made the neckline much lower, and with her abundant assets there was a generous amount of cleavage showing. The only problem was that some of the bra was also showing, so she removed it from under the sweater and took it out her sleeve. She couldn’t believe she was looking at her own reflection. What a magnificent set of tits, she had to admit. There was so much showing, and so much more besides that. Despite their dramatic increase in size, they were still nice and solid, and with that tight sweater, a bra wasn’t really necessary. Her nipples were protruding, though, and she wondered if it was too daring to wear. Until recently, she had always considered her best feature to be her legs, so she had a number of sexy short skirts in her wardrobe. One particular skirt went especially well with that sweater. It was just as tight and the hemline was so high it looked like it was on its way to meet her neckline. She added stockings and a pair of spike heels, and inspected the results. Licensed to kill. But it wouldn’t do to go out looking like that with her hair such a mess, so she used the remaining time to shower and do all the feminine things she usually eschewed. She and Elaine pulled into the parking lot at Becky’s apartment at the same time. They had planned to meet there and go out in Becky’s car because she had a Trans Am: definitely a cooler car for cruising than a Nova or a Rabbit. When Angela got out of her car, she called to Elaine and waved. Elaine stopped and gawked with her eyes wide and her mouth open. “Angela?” She looked around self-consciously as she approached. “Is this outfit too much? I was a little afraid to wear it tonight.” “No, you look great! I mean if you’ve got the stuff, show it off, but my question is, when did you get all that stuff?” “Oh, right, we haven’t seen each other since I started, uh, blooming. How do you like this, huh? Me with big tits.” “I just never figured you to be the type to get implants.” “No, this is all me; all natural. I don’t know how it happened, but they just started growing all by themselves a couple months ago.” Elaine lowered her voice and with an accusing look said, “Angie you look so good. I would die to look that good. I’m jealous.” They started up the walk that led to Becky’s apartment. “Thank you, Lainie. You look good too, you know.” “Shit.” “You do!” They knocked on Becky’s door, and she appeared with her pocketbook in hand ready to go. “Hi, girls,” she said as she turned and locked the deadbolt behind her. “I am ready to boogie tonight, my friends. Let us get in the Beckymobile and get our bad selves on the - ANGELA! LOOK AT YOU! WHAT - HOW - YOU - ” She and Elaine laughed at her as she stood there stammering with one hand to her face, looking her friend up and down with disbelief. “Your boobs! They’re huge! I mean, I expected to see the same old jeans-and-sweat-shirt-Angela, and here you show up as your evil twin.” She turned to Elaine, saying, “I can’t go out with her looking like that. We’re gonna have to ugly her up somehow.” “Come on, let’s go,” said Elaine with a grin. As they started toward the parking lot, Becky walked backwards, still gaping at her friend. “You look so incredible in that outfit. And you’ve got the biggest tits I’ve ever seen!” “Come on, they’re not that big.” “Oh yes they are!” chorused Elaine and Becky. “Really? Maybe I’ve just lost my perspective on it.” “How’d they get so big all of a sudden? What did you do?” “Ovaltine. I’ve been drinking nothing but Ovaltine.” “Liar. If that were true I’d have had a 40-inch bust when I was seven years old.” “Actually, I don’t know what happened. I just started getting bigger several weeks back and it hasn’t stopped yet.” “Oh, Angie, you do look super. I mean that outfit is outrageous. Lainie, Look at her bosom jiggle when she walks.” As they paraded along, Angela’s imposing breasts bounced heavily on her chest, wiggling feverishly. The other two women hooted at her like construction workers. With a sheepish grin, Angie protested, “Hey, I can’t help it! Give me a break.” “No,” Becky countered. “Men love that kind of stuff. You can use it. Exaggerate it, girl! Look, like this. Swivel your hips when you walk and come down stiff on your heels so you can feel a little shock through your body.” Becky demonstrated a sexy, animated strut that jiggled her moderately sized bust. “Now you try it.” Angela grinned sheepishly and imitated her friend. Unrestrained by a brassiere, her great breasts dipped deeply and wobbled like enormous water balloons. The other girls shrieked in delight as they watched her, and they all broke into hysterical laughter. “My dear,” said Becky, “if you don’t get picked up tonight, it’s because men have stopped having dicks.” As they cackled at this, Angela asked, “Who says I want to get picked up?” “Angie, when was the last time you got laid?” “Well, I really don’t have the time or the patience for romantic entanglements.” “I said, when was the last time you got laid?” She thought about it as they all climbed into the car. “I suppose it’s been a few months now.” “Geoff Miller.” “Huh? Oh yeah. I guess you’re right. He was the last one.” “So it’s been - five months. No, six.” “Guess so. Well Geoff was a nice guy but there wasn’t much depth to him. He was pretty ham-handed in bed, too.” “Well that’s no reason to throw the baby out with the bath water.” “I know, but I’ve been busy.” “Well, you’re not busy tonight, girl.” “We’ll see.” Their first destination of the evening was a place called The Insider. There was already a good crowd, and the girls started getting hit on as soon as they found a table and sat down with their drinks. Every guy who came to their table couldn’t help but look at Angela’s swollen bust. One poor fellow couldn’t look at anything else, and a few of them forgot their come-on lines halfway through. Throughout the evening a steady stream of would-be suitors filed by, and eventually all three girls landed someone to be their escort for the night. Angela was entertained that night by a bright, nice looking young man named Mike who later rekindled her interest in sex. He was a committed tit-man and his enthusiasm for her exceptionally large breasts was reflected in his lovemaking. Angela liked him a lot right from the first. In the months that followed, Angela was continually making wardrobe changes in order to accommodate her ever-swelling bustline. She learned that any time she needed cash, a nude self-portrait would quickly bring in a nice piece of change. With the extra money, she actually broke down and bought a few items, but she still altered what she could, including the red silk brassiere with the white lace trim. It was the most comfortable bra she’d ever had and she hated to give it up. Her tits became so incredibly enormous that her tops and bras had to be specially made. The red brassiere was now dwarfed by her huge bosom, but she still somehow managed to make it fit, and wore it much of the time. Yuri Chaskovich’s telephone rang. The old man shuffled across the dark floor of his lonely apartment and picked it up. “Hallo?” “Yuri. It’s Karl. Something has gone wrong,” came the voice. “Wrong? Wrong with what?” “The Brassiere. It’s lost or something.” “Lost?” “Well, maybe. Except it is still conducting power.” “Then it cannot be lost. Someone is wearing it.” “Yes, but it hasn’t been passed on for over a year.” “I see.” Yuri rocked on his heels a moment, thinking. “But it’s still emanating?” “Yes.” “If power is going out of it, then it is being worn; and if somebody’s wearing it, they are receiving virtue from it and should grow out of it within a few weeks or months, depending on how often it’s worn.” “That’s right. That’s why I called. The chain of events you’ve just described has been broken. Something is wrong.” “So. We must get together.” “When?” “Tomorrow night?” “No, the soonest I can come is Saturday night.” “Fine, Saturday night. Remember to bring your set of cards.” “Of course. We have to determine what’s happening with the Brassiere.” “We will, Karl, we will.” It was another Friday night at a chic dance club, and Angela sat with Elaine and Becky, sipping drinks. “This has got to be a record. Angela has gone out with us twice in the same year,” teased Becky. “Yeah, and her boobs are twice as big as they were the last time, too - what was it, nine months ago?” Elaine said. “I told you then that they were still growing,” Angela protested. “It’s not fair. Look at her! They just keep getting bigger and bigger!” Her bosom had indeed expanded outlandishly in the time that had passed since their last outing, swelling out in front of her to a degree that was staggering. She wore a tight fitting sleeveless dress with a deeply plunging neckline that showed cleavage all the way to her waist. Her gigantic breasts screamed to be looked at. Every move she made resulted in a commensurate degree of bobbling, bouncing and swaying of her abundance. Her nipples protruded prominently beneath her clingy dress. Her boobs were so huge they filled her lap, preventing her from getting close to the table and making it necessary for her to sit sideways. After a few drinks, she relaxed and wanted to lean on the table like the others. So as a jest, she lifted up her tits and placed them in front of her on the table. Their size was such that she could barely see over them. “There,” she exclaimed with a giggle. The others gasped and broke out in riotous laughter at her antic. “Listen sweetie, you need to get those things off the table or there’s not going to be enough room for more drinks,” teased Becky. “If she inhales, the drinks we have will all go on the floor,” Elaine added. Dozens of pairs of unbelieving male eyes were riveted on Angela’s massive boobs sprawling across the table. Becky leaned toward her and quietly said, “Seriously, if you don’t want company when Mike gets here, you might want to quit advertising.” “Oh. You’re right,” Angie agreed as she scooped her goliath bosom off the table. “I hope he gets here soon.” “He’s working late?” “Yeah. Dinner with a client.” “Oooh, the old “Dinner With a Client” excuse, eh?” Suddenly Mike was taking a chair next to Angela. “A very fat, very rich male client,” he said leaning over to kiss his buxom lover. Greetings were exchanged and a waitress came over to take Mike’s order. “We have an announcement to make,” he said as soon as the waitress left. Becky and Elaine gasped in anticipation. Angie grinned and displayed the diamond ring on her left hand. The girls squealed and cried, offering their congratulations and hugging everyone at the table. “So, Michael, you finally popped the question, huh?” Elaine said. “I bet I know what made him ask her,” Becky began impishly. “You see Angie’s boobs are so big that Mike can’t get his arms all the way around to hug her. So he hugs what he can and uses a piece of chalk to mark his place as he moves on around,” The others were by now groaning. “And the other day he ran into a fella coming ’round the other way, so he figured he’d better stake a claim.” They all laughed begrudgingly, Angie playfully hiding her face in her hands. A bottle of champagne was ordered and the evening turned into a celebration that lasted into the wee hours of the night. Their table was the last to be vacated, and they parted with more hugs and congratulations. Becky and Elaine were in no shape to drive, so Mike and Angela dropped them off since Mike had maintained his designated driver status. On the way to Angie’s home, she broke a long silence by asking, “You know my boobs are still getting bigger, don’t you?” “I wasn’t sure, but it seems like every time I see them they’re bigger. It’s wonderful.” “What if they never stop growing?” “Then you’ll have the biggest tits at the nursing home.” She chuckled, but pursued her line of questioning. “Seriously though, if they got too big, would you still love me?” “Hon, you ought to know by now how much I love really big breasts. The bigger yours get, the more they turn me on. But I’d love you if you were flat chested and I’d love you if you had breasts the size of Jupiter. That’s the truth.” She smiled. Bingo, right answer. And the prize was Angie slipping the straps of her dress off her shoulders. With some wiggling and squirming, she managed to work the top portion of the dress off, exposing her gigantic breasts. He never ceased to be amazed by their size and beauty. She was wearing her favorite red silk bra, though her bosom was far to enormous for it now. She had altered it to merely provide a little support rather than coverage. Keeping his eyes on the road as much as he could, he reached over and ran his hand along the wide expanse of one huge mammary. He wanted to fondle her nipple, but it was out of reach. So she accommodated him by turning and hefting her immense boobs onto the seat. There he was able to play with her magnificent bosom at will, making her nipples distend profoundly until they stood out like Vienna sausages. Mike loved to see them do that and found it extremely erotic. It also drove Angie wild with passion. As she unzipped his trousers and drew out his engorged erection, he commented, “It’s a good thing we’re almost home, cause I’m going to have to tear your clothes off in a few seconds.” She gave him a sultry smile as she stroked the length of his cock and hiked her dress up above her hips with her other hand. He reached into her panties and began manipulating her clitoris and plunging his finger into her pussy, which quickly moistened. Mike always seemed to know exactly what to do to arouse her passion intensely. She moaned and arched her back in response to the pleasure that was suddenly washing over her, thrusting her gargantuan tits upward and outward. Then she put her hands on the sides of her huge breasts and squeezed them against each other, causing them to bulge out dramatically in front. When she released them, they rebounded, bouncing and wiggling about, with her nipples flicking and poking his arm. They arrived at Angela’s none too soon. Mike pulled into the driveway and parked around at the back of the house. They were both too hot to bother with dressing again, so they dashed to her back door as they were, his dick flailing and her colossal tits caroming wildly. As soon as they got inside they attacked each other, clothes flying everywhere. He backed her up against a wall, taking her tremendous breasts in his hands and kneading every pound as they kissed frantically. She grasped his cock and inserted the tip into her wet vagina. He thrust into her to the ecstatic delight of both, but in that position he was not able to achieve full penetration. Mike stood pressed against her torso between her massive breasts, which quivered and bobbled as the lovers writhed together. Their torrid love making raised their passion to fever pitch and they were driven to adjourn to her bed where they could be more comfortable. She laid on her side and lifted one leg for him, a position they had been favoring lately. As he kneeled and entered her, she groaned rapturously. Her massive boobs lolled heaped up in front of her on the bed, the top one resting partly on the other and partly on her hip. Mike played with her tits as he screwed her, relishing their smooth firmness and incredible size. After a long blissful time doing it that way, she swung her leg over his head and faced him lying on her back. He remained inside her, pumping away, as she put on an incredible show for him using her monstrous breasts. Wrapping her arms around them at her chest, she swung them side to side, bounced them around, jiggled and squeezed them: a private tit show the like of which had never been seen. The sight of her humongous bosom rolling and surging in front of him was almost too much for a tit-man to bear, and after a few minutes of it he climaxed intensely. As his pulsating shaft throbbed within her, she too convulsed in an overwhelming orgasm. Without breaking their union, they turned on the bed and he laid down facing her, resting his head on one of her ponderous boobs. Running her fingers through his hair, she asked, “You’re staying here tonight, aren’t you?” “I can’t think of anywhere I’d rather be,” he answered, kissing her breast. * * * There was a knock at the door. Angela put down her brush and palette, and told her husband to stay where he was: she’d answer it. Now that she had a resident model, she took advantage of him often (in more ways than one). Neither of them was dressed. Mike was naked because he was sitting for a nude study, and she had developed the habit of painting in the nude ever since she’d done that first self-portrait. Her breasts had finally stopped swelling about six months after their wedding. They were now astronomically huge, projecting from her torso an astounding distance, bulging out extravagantly, full and firm. He watched her as she headed toward the door, grabbing a robe as she went, her gigantic breasts wobbling and bouncing heavily. Karl and Yuri waited nervously on the porch. When Angela opened the door, they knew they had come to the right house. “Good morning,” greeted Angie as her incredibly large bosom loomed toward them under her gown. “P-Please excuse, madam,” stammered Yuri, flustered by the unbelievable sight. “I am, er, we are, uh...” “Allow me, Yuri. I’m Karl Schmidt and this is my friend Yuri Chaskovich. What we have to say may seem bizarre at first, but I think you’ll understand if you hear us out.” “Go on,” she said, sure they were selling something. “Yuri and I dabble in metaphysics. We have performed numerous experiments, some great, some small, some successful, others not so. Now, one of our notable achievements has been to endow a certain lady’s undergarment with a transforming power. We have reason to believe you’re now in possession of this garment. I have here a picture of it, if you’d be so kind as to tell me if you recognize it.” He handed her a photograph he’d taken from his pocket. “My red bra!” she exclaimed. Mike heard this from the other room and decided it was time to disobey his wife’s command to stay put and come see what the hell was going on. He grabbed his own robe and arrived at the door as Karl was attempting to shed some light on things. “Do you recall approximately how long ago you received it?” “Gosh, that was a little over a year before Mike and I got married, so it’s been almost two years ago. Oh hi, honey. This is my husband. These guys are asking about this,” she said, showing him the photo. He snickered when he saw it. “At the risk of seeming indelicate, did you perhaps experience any unusual physical anomalies after you started wearing the garment?” Angie’s eyes narrowed. “Such as?” Karl cleared his throat nervously. “Were you always so, uh, that is have you, um...” Yuri broke in. “Pardon me. This bra emanates power to increase a woman’s bust. Forgive me for being blunt, but my friend wastes your time by - how do you say - beating the bush.” “Around the bush, Yuri,” Karl corrected. With a stunned look, she stepped back and invited them inside. Mike gave her a questioning glance, but made no objection. They sat in the living room. The older men tried not to stare when they saw Angie’s tremendous bosom jostle and shift massively under her robe when she sat. “Gentlemen, let’s speak frankly,” she began. “When I started wearing this bra, I took a B-cup. Not long after that, I noticed my breasts were getting somewhat bigger. They continued to grow until about three months ago. Now, my bosom has gotten so big that it’s off the scale. They don’t have a way of designating my current bra size.” Mike interjected, “You guys are saying that it was this bra that caused my wife to get so big, and that you made this bra?” They stared at the floor sheepishly. “We did not actually construct the garment itself, we merely modified its metaphysical -” “I assure you we had no intention of hurting anyone,” Karl interrupted. “Oh, no one has been hurt,” Angela assured them. “In fact I’m delighted.” “We both are,” Mike agreed. After a pause, they both stifled a snort of laughter. Angela then said, “I remember that my friend Susan, who gave me the bra, said it had gotten too small for her. She does look bustier now than she ever did. How did you make the bra do that?” The men smiled cryptically. “Some science, some magic,” said Karl. “Explain how you were able to continue wear the bra for so long. It was designed to give only a certain amount of growth.” “Some magic of my own,” answered Angela, “with the help of my sewing machine. I kept altering it.” “Ah!” they chorused. “And how did you know who had the bra and where to find us?” asked Mike. Yuri brought out a strange looking deck of cards and held them up. “These. They are similar to the Tarot. You see, Karl and I became concerned when we learned that the cycle had been broken. We learned that the bra had not been passed along as it should have been, yet power was still emanating from it. Now we understand. Forgive our intrusion into your privacy,” he concluded as he stood. They all rose, Angie’s bosom bobbing ponderously. “Nonsense. We’re both grateful,” said Mike. “So you like, uh, your wife’s, um...” Yuri said, nodding toward Angie. Mike smiled. “Love ’em.” “Before you go,” said Angie, with a slight tilt of her head, “tell me - what made you guys circulate a brassiere with that kind of power?” They grinned as Yuri answered, “We like big ones too! And we are very |