
"Hey Sarah! It's good to see you!" Amanda swept her friend into a
powerful hug, smashing the shorter girl's face into her massive
bosom with enough force that her breasts folded around Sarah's face.

After a few moments Amanda noticed that Sarah was struggling to
escape. It had taken her longer than it should have to pick up on
it because Sarah was so weak now, and Amanda's arms were filled
with power. "Whoops. Sorry about that!" The 6' tall red head
said with a grin.

Sarah took a few gasping breasts once she was let free of her
soft prison, "It's ok. I just couldn't breath." She said softly.

Amanda laughed, making her watermelon sized breasts bounce
distractingly under her tight red t-shirt, "Yeah, I bet."

Sarah was momentarily unable to do anything but goggle
at the way that Amanda's bosom moved, so Amanda said,
"Come on. We're going to Jack's steaks."

The voluptuous flame-haired vixen had already turned on
the heel of her 5" black spike boots and started walking
towards the parking lot, so Sarah hurried after her and
said, "Isn't Jack's kinda expensive?"

Amanda just giggled, "I kinda know the owner. I just had
to flutter my eyelashes at him, and now I eat for free!"

Sarah didn't quite know what to say to that. There was a
time when she had been able to extract that sort of favor
from men with her womanly charms, but it had passed. Even
at her best, she would have been hard pressed to secure
a standing offer of a free steak dinner.

"Y-You have a car?" Sarah asked when they stopped in front
of a bright blue sports car. What she should have said
was "You have *that* car?". The thing looked like it
cost as much as her parents made in a year.

"Oh this?" Amanda said, "some guy asked me to marry him,
and gave me this along with a house. I said no, but he
still sends flowers every week. He might not ever get
over me." That was definitely more than had ever happened
to Sarah.

"Get in." Amanda commanded, then folded her leggy frame
into the drivers seat. Sarah saw nothing to do but obey.


When they arrived at the restaurant, they were seated
immediately, despite a sizable line. "It's good to see
you Ms. Quinn. We've set an extra place at your usual
table." The waiter said. He was only about 5'5", shorter
even than Sarah's diminished height of 5'6", and he looked 
comically short standing in front of Amanda. She would have
been 6' tall in her bare feet, but in the spike boots she
wore she towered over the crowd. It put her breasts right
at eye level for most people, and added to her already
dominant aura.

Their waiter returned a few moments after he had seated them
with a steak for each of them. Sarah's was little bigger than
her fist, though it looked perfectly done, but Amanda's was
as big as her face. "I told them to prepare something for us
ahead of time. You like your meat medium rare, right? I can
tell them to make you something else if you prefer." The
red head said.

"N-no, this is fine." Sarah stammered.

Amanda grinned, "Good. Let's eat."

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A year earlier, things had been very different.

"Come on bitch! Let's check out the Ferris wheel!" Sarah giggled, stumbling
into Jared so that her full breasts would press against his side.

"I think I want to take another turn at the dunk tank. Why don't you two
go on ahead." Amanda replied to her blond friend. Outwardly she kept up
a brave face, but inwardly she was seething. It had happened again. Amanda
knew she didn't have much to complain about in the looks department. Sure,
she was carrying a bit of extra weight (well to be honest more than a bit),
but she had a pretty face and curves for days. She knew how to dress to
hide her stomach and boys tended to react as she wanted to her T&A.
Nevertheless, whenever she started to make progress with a guy, they
would meet Sarah. If Amanda was a 7 or 8, Sarah was a 10, and anyone
Amanda was interested in inevitably got distracted around her blond
friend.

Amanda might have had a great body for breast fetishists, but the
two cup sizes she had over her friend didn't seem to be enough.
There wasn't much difference between a 44H and a 32G, except that
Sarah's smaller breasts actually looked bigger because of her slender
frame. Amanda's hour glass figure didn't look so impressive when
Sarah's tight waist was in the same frame. Jared was supposed to
be Amanda's, and yet now he and Sarah were walking off towards
the Ferris wheel together.

"You seem troubled Miss." A ten year old boy stood in front
of Amanda, blocking her path forward.

"I ahh." She said.

"Please, follow me. I should think I might be able to be of
some assistance." He said in a piping voice. The words he was
saying seemed all wrong for his tiny body. They were much to
grown up for someone his age.

Thrown off balance, Amanda agreed to follow him.

He led her through a series of winding turns, going deeper and
deeper into the carnival. At one point he led her through a
yurt and out into a brilliant sun-baked desert. She gasped at
the unexpected brightness of it, and tried to pull back, but
then tiny fingers were around hers. The little hand contained
far more strength than it should have, and she stumbled after
its insistent tugging. When he led her through another tent
he said, "Careful. You don't want to stay there very long."
Before she could reply he was tugging her into a winding
tunnel. The walls dripped with moisture, and a bright
green moss covered the walls. When she looked at it, the
moss rippled. "Don't make eye contact with the walls!"
The young voice called back to her. Then they were back
under an autumn sky, surrounded by familiar sights and
sounds.

"W-What was all that? How did we get back?" She asked.

The boy cocked his head, "Back?"

Amanda choose not to think to hard about her situation.
"S-so you said you could help me."

"Yes." When the boy grinned, the corners of his mouth
traveled up past his eyes. Amanda was suddenly certain
that he was far older than he seemed. "In exchange for
a pint of your blood, willingly given."

"W-what will that do?" She asked, now terrified.

His small form shifted and flickered for a moment,
then he was a little boy once more rather than a
tangle of tentacles and horror. "I will drink it,
and then I will use the power of an outsider, that's you, to
destroy every being in this realm."

"B-but we're not on Earth?" She asked.

"We're not on *your* earth. No one you know will die."

"A-and if I say no?" She asked.

"Why, if I told you that, you'd be to scared to give
me your blood willingly." His mouth had slipped back into
an ordinary shape, and his voice sounded unreasonably innocent. 
Amanda found she was scared enough as it was.

"Well, what will you give me in return? This is supposed to
b-be a trade, right?" 

"I can give you a great many things Amanda Quinn. You only need
to choose." He said.

"Well, my friend Sarah is always outshining me. I guess I just wish
I had what she had." Amanda said.

"Very well. May I?" The boy asked.

Amanda did not want to find out what this being would do if she said
no. "If-if you promise to take me back right afterward."

The boy grinned then, it was a grin so full of malice and spite,
that Amanda thought he would kill her right then, "You're smarter
than you look, aren't you? Well, as much fun as it would be to
teach you to get smart with the Geething-Gee, I really do
need to destroy this world."

Amanda's pulse was going a mile a minute, but she started to
calm down at this statement. It seemed she would not die
after all. She stopped calming down quite suddenly when the
boy burst into a ball of tentacles and latched onto her neck.


She woke up screaming in her bed back on campus. With shaking
hands she sent Sarah a text asking what had happened last night.
Apparently, she had found some of their other friends from the
common dance club and gotten hammered.

Amanda forgot about the nightmare until Sarah took a medical leave
a few weeks later when she contracted a wasting disease.

================================================================================

"Oh, man. This is great. The best thing about working out is that I
can eat whatever I want." Amanda speared another chunk of meat on her
fork and shoveled it into her mouth.

"You've been working out? Actually, I guess that shouldn't be a surprise."
Sarah said.

"Heh, yeah." Amanda said, and flexed her arm. Her bicep was already pretty
large, but when she flexed it bulged tremendously. With her muscles relaxed,
she looked strong, but when she flexed it was clear that she had tremendous
hidden strength. "I've kinda turned into a fitness nut. I started
powerlifting a few weeks after you left school, and I just ran my third
marathon a few days ago. They say cardio kills gains, but not for this
girl I guess."

"What about you, It's great to hear that you've recovered!" Amanda said,
beaming.

It did not feel like she had recovered much to Sarah. Her formerly fat
friend had turned into some sort of fitness goddess, while she was a
desiccated stick. "Yeah, I'm feeling better. I'm still going to take
it slow though. This whole thing has left me with no energy, so I'm
only up to taking one class at a time, at least at first."

"That's probably a good idea. Taking it slow. You don't want to overwork
yourself." Amanda said.

================================================================================

"Hey Jared."

"A-amanda?" he stuttered at the sight of the voluptious red head.

"How you been?" She said.

He straitened up from his strech and started at the realization that she
was looking him right in the eyes. His gaze was dragged down to her
chest which was contained by an industrial looking sports bra.
Amanda had always been a busty girl, but now she was in a whole new
leauge. There was still a bit of pudge around her waist, but she was
much thinner than the last time he as seen her, which made her chest
seem massive. Despite the slimmer waist, he was sure that she had
gained mammery mass.

"Jared?" Amanda asked. He had the stunned look that she had been
noticing more and more in boys and men she interacted with lately.
It wasn't as bad as the reaction she had gotten from the liquor
store clerk when she went down to pick up some booze in one of
her old tanks yesterday. The poor guy had just seemed to break
when he saw so much peaches-and-cream bosom on display. After
trying to get him to snap out of it for a few minutes, she had
just walked off with her booze.

"S-sorry. I'm just supprised to see you. You look good Amanda.
Really good."

"Thanks. I've started working out recently. It's a lot more fun
that I always thought it would be!" She said with a grin.

"Yeah. It, aahh, it looks like it." He said. "You headed to the
gym now?"

"I was actually about to head home. I just ran 10 miles, so
I think I'm done for the day."

"Alright then. See you later." He turned to go.

"Actually, I've been meaning to learn how to lift. Would you
mind showing me your routine?" She said. There was something
almost predatory in her smile.

"Uuuh sure." He said. He had told Sara he would wait for her
to get better, but it was hard to think about that with
Amanda standing right in front of him.

