Christina felt that she was doing a good job keeping her cool,
but even so she could feel her teeth grinding together. The
pig in front of her kept asking her to model the skimpiest
lingerie he could find. Christina normally enjoyed working
in the lingerie department. She liked helping women find the
right size, and the employee discount was very nice for a
growing girl like her. On the other hand she had to deal
with an unpleasant amount of pigs like this one. Most of them
could be scared off with a few no-nonsense words, but every
so often she got one like the man today. She was going to
have to get her manager involved.

The other girls who worked at Lacey's did not have nearly
as much of a problem with harassment as Christina. Christina's
tight physique, dramatic curves, and elegant face seemed to
be a combination that the creeps could not resist. It was even
worse because Christina was by far the youngest employee. Her
co-workers saw what she had to put up with, and were all very
protective of the 16-year old salesgirl. Of course, most people
would have guessed that she was closer to 19 from the look of
her. She wore a minimizer bra and dark top to make her DD-cup breasts
as discrete as possible, but she could not compress them enough keep
the creeps away. She could not help it that everything about her
was erotically charged.

"Excuse me, sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave." It was
Andrew Burns, the store manager. Andrew felt personally responsible
for all of his employees, but especially Christina. He was often
in a blacker mood after she had been harassed than she was, incapable
of emulating his young employee's stoic strength. Christina could tell
that he found her attractive, much to his own embarrassment. She suspected
that he found it hard to forgive himself for harboring the same urges that
drove his seedier customers to harass her. He never allowed his attraction
to her to impact his behavior, and she appreciated his professionalism.
She sometimes wanted to tell him that she bore him no ill-will, but
there was no way to broach the subject. Most men and boys she met were
attracted to her, some just handled it better than others.

The creep took a while to leave. He spent most of this time screaming
at Andrew about the terrible customer service, and threatening to
take things up the chain of authority. Andrew remained calm throughout
the interaction and eventually the creep became tired of the whole
affair and left.

"Thanks Andrew." said Christina. She had stayed quiet the whole time.

The muscles in Andrew's jaw twitched, and the knuckles in his right
hand popped as he rolled it into a fist. "Don't thank me. It's my
job. I'm sorry you have to deal with these animals."

"It's ok. I'm used to it." she said.

"That's my point. You shouldn't have to get used to it."

Mav was going to do something dramatic again. It had been 300 years
since she did anything really interesting, and for the last 20 the
feeling that eternal life was kind of boring had been creeping up
on her. The story she read in the salesgirl's mind was enough to
set her off. Mav had always had a temper, with a tendency to
explode at life's little injustices. As a young woman, she had
shredded the minds of men who stood in the way of her personal
path to power, consumed by rage at their attempts to deny her
her birthright. But that young queen was long gone, and now her
rage seldom even smoldered when someone slighted her. Her friend
Siddhartha had helped her handle her anger, but she had never
quite been able to let go when it came to innocents being hurt.
She would never be a Buddha, but she could settle for avenging
angle when the mood struck her.

Christina was a little disappointed to see a customer approaching
so soon after Andrew had chased the creep off. She still felt a
little rattled, and was worried that she would not be able to provide
good service.

Instead of asking for assistance the middle aged woman who approached
her said, "I saw what that horrible man was doing. I'm so sorry dear."

It was a nice sentiment, but it did not help Christina's efforts to
cram her simmering sense of injustice behind a cheery service-industry
standard smile. "Thank you ma'am. It's really no big deal. We always
have to deal with some crazies around here."

"You probably get more than your fair share of them though. Sometimes
life can be so hard on beautiful girls." In Mav's long experience, it
was girls like the one in front of her who had things the worst when
shit hit the fan. The old psychic had been in her fair share of war
zones, and she had seen first hand what the sort of men who harassed
the beautiful salesgirl in front of her would do if they were let
off their chains.

Christina was thrown a little off ballance, "Everyone has to deal with
it, really. It's really nice to hear your support." She knew that not
everyone had to deal with it the way that she did, but it helped her
deal with it if she pretended that it was just one of life's trials. 

"Well, it's been a while since I've done anything like this, so
you'll have to forgive me." Mav's gaze lost focus for a moment,
and then she snapped back to the here-and-now, "There. All done.
I think you will find that the very assets that cause trouble
for you, will help prevent it from now on." She beamed at the
confused looking salesgirl. She had given the girl a bit more
power than she had planned. In fact she had transfered over half
of her power, which was more than she had intended. Upon reflection,
Mav realized that it was not much of a surprise that a girl who
worked in the lingerie section would know how to minimize her
assets. It had thrown of the binding that Mav had performed. Oh
well. It wasn't as if Mav would need her power.

"Oh. Thank you ma'am... Now is there anything I can help you with?"
Christina asked. Two weirdos in one day. At least this one was nice.

"No, no. You take care now dear." Said the woman before walking briskly
off.

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

Christina was distracted for the rest of her shift. The earlier events kept
tumbling through her head, but she could work with a head full of noise. What
really threw her off was the way that she kept hearing people call out to
her. She would turn around to find no one there, or someone with their attention
on something else. A few times she thought she heard a man whistle or say
something about her ass, but when she looked it was as if no one else had heard
it.

"Hey Christina, you seem pretty frazzled. Why don't you take the rest of your
shift off. It is pretty slow now." Andrew had somehow managed to get in front
of Christina without her noticing.

She stopped looking for the source of a voice she thought she had heard and
turned to face her boss. "Uuhhh. Thanks. I'm sorry. This is a weird day."

He smiled gently, "Don't worry about it. Shit like this isn't your fault.
If I could get away with it I would break every bone in that little
dipshit's body, and then start getting mean."

"W-What?" She asked. This was a side of Andrew she had never seen.

"I said that it isn't your fault." He sighed. "I'm sorry you have to
deal with this sort of thing."

She nodded. She knew she was lucky to have such a nice manager. "Thanks.
I'll ask my mom to pick me up then." She said and walked out of the
store.

As she walked away she heard Andrew say clearly, "Jesus, that ass is a work of
art."

Her head whipped around, but Andrew was just walking in the opposite direction.
A comment like that was totally out of character for him, especially after he
had been so mad at the creep today for doing something similar. Something was
definitely off.


"Hey Honey, why the early pickup?" Christina's mom asked. It was easy to see
where Christina got her looks. Her mother was a tall woman with very generous
curves, and the advice she gave Christina on how to manage her changing body
helped keep the teen calm about the whole thing. Whenever she started to
get worried that her breasts would get to big to manage, she just reminded
herself that her mother seemed to do fine with her K-cups. Still, she
was worried about the shape she would grow into. The women in her family
tended to be late bloomers. A few of the girls in her school had blown up
in middle school, but they had already stopped growing. Christina was still
smaller than the largest of them, but she was only getting started.
Of course it wasn't that she hated her body. She knew that every girl
her age had some issue with her body, and most would have been glad to
take her issues from her in a heartbeat. She did enjoy being beautiful,
just not all the time. On days when she did not have to deal with a
creep in the store or at school, she thought it was more good than bad.

"It was just slow. Andrew said I could go early." She said.

"Okay then." She paused, "The car's out this way. C'mon."

Christina trudged in her mother's wake. "I wonder what has
got her all frazzled." Said her mom.

"What?" asked Christina. "Did you say something."

"No Honey. We are at the car though."

After climbing into the passenger seat Christina watched her mother
intently, focusing her gaze on the older woman's mouth. Her mom's
lips did not move, but Christina could clearly hear her say,
"I think it may be time to try to find Christina another job. She
is starting to get distracted from her schoolwork by all this
nonsense. The poor girl is developing even faster than I did,
and the world is not being half as easy on her."

*Holy shit. Make that just one crazy for today.* Thought Christina.
Whatever that woman had done to her, it was clearly not nothing.
She hoped it would let her do more than read thoughts. If this
was the whole deal, she would just have to get used to a chorus
of silent cat calls. It was a non-solution to her problems.

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

A few weeks after the woman had approached her in Lacey's Christina
was not feeling particularly blessed. Her new abilities had helped
her ace a math test, but she was not sure she wanted to know everything
they revealed. Mr. Morris, the principle, was having an affair with
Mrs. Blumer, an English teacher 20 years his junior. Gross. Worse than
that was the fact that every strait male in the school seemed to have
masturbated to Christina at least once. She seemed to center in the
fantasies of at least half the boys. She had always know she was attractive,
but she had not realized the true magnitude of the effect she seemed
to have on the opposite sex. Davey Ryans had been thinking of the time
she bent down to grab a pencil the last dozen times he had sex with
Amy Bennett. Roy had wanked to the thought of Christina every day for
the last year and a half, and he was not even the most obsessed with
her. For a 16 year old girl uncomfortable with her changing body, it was
an unsettling set of revelations to say the least.

Apparently her beauty was not the only thing that made her stand out
in the eyes of her classmates. It seemed that they mistook her self
consciousness for aloofness. She was apparently the school's preeminent
ice queen, though she doubted anyone would have cared about a girl
as shy as her if she were not such an object of desire.

She had gotten better at controlling her new abilities. She could choose
to tune out most people's thoughts, but for some reason the thoughts of
men and boys staring at her body were particularly loud and clear. When
she tried to read the mind of someone who was not focused on her she
could only pick up on what was at the top of their mind at the moment.
On the other hand when Jon McDoven looked at the curve of her breasts
in profile, she picked up on his memories of the whole day without
even trying to listen in on him. She was hoping to get enough of a
command of her abilities to tune out all the noise soon.

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

Christina had learned to tune out everyone a few days ago, and she
was wearing her favorite demi-cup push up bra to celebrate. She did
like risqué lingerie, but did not wear it while working very often
because she wanted to minimize the creep factor. Still, she looked hot,
(thanks to her new gift she knew exactly how hot) and she deserved to
revel in it a bit now and then.

She sized Marie, a senior from her school, and could not help but look
inside the older girl's mind. Christine would have been lying if she said
she did not feel a little smug at the other girl's feelings of inadequacy.
Marie had been the one to popularize the nick name, "Tina Tits," a fact
that Christina had only become aware of in the last week. It felt therapeutic
to know that the older girl was jealous of her beauty. It was well founded
jealousy too. Christina knew that it was she, not Marie, who had been in
Tom's mind the last time the two seniors had had sex.

It wasn't the first time since her new powers awoke that Christina was glad
to have them, but it was the first time that she felt they might be worth
it. Now that she had control of her abilities, they did not feel like something
that was happening *to* her so much any more.

After she rang up Marie Christina hummed as she walked around her section of
the store, waiting for her next customer to show up. Her optimistic new outlook
was shattered when she heard a man's rough voice say, "Look at that little
slut. Her shirt is so tight over those tits." She had gotten this shirt a
few sizes ago, but it had been a loose fit when she got it and now wasn't
that tight.

A thickset man had entered her part of the store. His thoughts were so filled
with lust that she could hear him despite her best efforts to tune him out.
Still, some people (it wasn't just men) had some very lust filled thoughts
and still managed to be civil to Christina, so she plastered on her best
service industry smile and walked confidently towards him. "Can I help you
find anything?"

As she walked she heard him think, "Boing. Boing. Boing. Look at them bounce."

"Have you ever considered being a stripper?" He asked, as if he was telling her
it was going to rain tomorrow, "Because you have the body for it."

"Sir, do you want to buy anything or just harass me? Because if you want to
do anything but the first, you can stop wasting my time and leave right now."
She said mustering as much authority as she could *And then you can go
kill yourself you piece of shit.* she thought viciously.

To her surprise, the man turned on his heel and walked right out of the store.
As soon as he left Lacey's he ran up to the top of the escalator and took
two bounding strides to get to the first stretch of open balcony he could find.
He slid his hands into his sleeves so that he would not be able to break his
fall and started to lean over the railing.

"STOP!" shouted Christina from where she watched at the entrance to Lacey's.
To her relief, he did so. It was a good thing that she had thought his behavior
strange enough to trail after him to see what he did. *Jesus, I just almost
killed a man.* She thought to herself. Then a moment later, *I can control
minds? What the hell?*

She spent the rest of her shift in a bit of a daze. Listening in on thoughts
was one thing, but the ability to actually change the thoughts in peoples
head brought things to a new level.

"Oh my god. She's so hot. Why did I even bother coming here? I'll never
measure up to girls like her." Christina looked over to see a mousy
looking girl a few years older than herself slinking away from the
lingerie section. The girl's surface thoughts saddened her, so she
walked over to her. As she walked the saw the other girl's despair
at the way she seemed to ooze confidence and sexuality as she walked.
She tried to tone it down, but was afraid her efforts had not been
very successful.

"Hi, can I help you find anything?" Asked Christina brightly.

"N-no. I'm just browsing." Said the girl, and walked off with
a hunched posture.

Christina chewed the inside of her lip as she watched the girl go.
It was obvious that she was just lonely and lacked confidence. She
was just as much a victim of beauty as Christina, albeit in a different
way, although really she was more a victim of her own perception. Christina
wished she could do something about it. Then with a start she realized that
she could. Hesitantly, she *pushed* the girl to have more confidence in
herself. She felt like it was working, so she *pushed* harder, sweeping
away embarrassment at being around underwear meant to be sexy.

A moment later the girl turned around, "Actually, I was hoping to get
sized. Can you do that here?"

"Sure thing!", Christina replied. If the customer was surprised at
the salesgirl's excess enthusiasm she showed now sign of it.

It turned out that the girl had been wearing the wrong size bra. Normally,
Christina would be happy enough to set someone strait on that count, but
she spent the whole time that she was measuring the girl using her newfound
ability to give her a psychic massage. By the time she left with four
new bras in hand the girl was feeling much better about her life.

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

It was a few days after she had first discovered her mind control abilities,
and Christina had decided that she was very happy with the gift the
strange woman had given her. The night before she had reached for her
highlighter while doing some history reading and it had flown into
her hand from the desk. She spent the rest of the night experimenting
with telekinesis, going so far as to levitate herself for five minutes.
That had been the most taxing thing she had ever done, and afterwards
her breasts had felt sore, almost as if they were a muscle she had
worked out. Was there some connection between her large assets and
her powers?

She had just finished helping a mother and daughter pick out a
training bra when an old woman approached her. Out of habit she
reached into her new customer's mind to find out what she wanted.
To her surprise, the woman's mind was as slippery as an eel,
and she never quite got a grip on it. "Not yet dear. Not yet."
said the old woman.

Christina looked closer at the old woman. "It's you! You're the
lady who helped me." She said. The woman looked like
she had aged 20 years, even though such a short time had passed.

The woman sighed, "It's me."

"Well, I've got a lot to thank you for. Let me get the rest of my
shift off. I can take you out to lunch." She said.

Walking over to her boss's office she said, "Hey Andrew, do you
mind if I take the rest of the day off? My great aunt just surprised
me, and I want to show her around." She knew what his answer would
be even before he opened his mouth. She found the way he lusted after
her a little creepy, but he never let a drop of it show on the
surface and resented himself for it much more than she did. Mostly,
she felt bad for the guy who was just fighting an attraction he
had little control over. It did make him putty in her hands though,
which could be nice at times like this.

"Of course not." He said.

"This is quite a warm welcome. I assume you have enjoyed my gift?"
Said the woman as they walked across the parking lot of the mall.

"You could say that. It was a little weird at first. All I could do
was hear voices, and as you can imagine, that was pretty bad. I did
not even know how to tune things out. But I've figured it out a little
more now. Are there other people like us?" Christina asked. She had
so many more questions, but she did not want to swamp the woman.
"I'm Christina by the way."

"Mav. And there are other people like us, though no so many anymore."
Said the old psychic.

"Where are they? How can I find others? Where do our abilities come
from? What did you do to give me abilities? You seem different from
a month ago. What happened?" So much for not overwhelming the woman.

Mav smiled, "In order: We are pretty distributed across the globe;
most of us are loners. You can find other psychics by dowsing, but
it is hard if they are shielding their location. I'm not sure where
our abilities come from. When I was a girl I was
taught that they come from the earth and sea, but I have met a
man who claims the Virgin Mary give him his abilities and a woman
who got hers from the sun god, Ra. I think the truth is that every
culture makes up its own source. As for why I look this way and
what I did to you. Well, that will take longer to explain."

"Ok. Wow. Sorry to hit you with all that. I feel like a kid in a
candy store. Do you want burgers or Korean?" said Christina.

"I could go for a good burger." said Mav.

"Sarah's Diner has great burgers. Can you tell me about dowsing
as we walk?" she asked.

Ten minutes later they were ordering food. "So, how did you
give me these abilities?" asked Christina.

"Giving a part of your power to another is a technique I first
encountered in the jungles of Brazil, though it wasn't Brazil
back then. The hunter I learned it from used it to look out the
eyes of his fellow tribesmen and allow them to speak telepathically
to him. He had the knack for pushing thoughts into other's heads,
but for some reason was never able to learn to read them back.
I've refined it over the years, but I have never used the
technique to give someone power for as long as you."

"To really understand what I did, you must first understand that
every psychic has a different set of aptitudes. I am particularly
good at telepathy and telekinesis, the hunter I mentioned
earlier could throw a spear telekeneticly over a 1000 meters with
pinpoint accuracy despite being a relatively weak overall psychic.
This is relevant because some time ago, I learned how to shape
the aptitudes of a person that I lent power. In your case I gave
you an aptitude for telepathy, and I bound your power to your
breasts, which allowed me to make you stronger against anyone who
looked at you with lust or envy. Some psychics have a particular part of
their body they focus their power through. Strong clairvoyants
often feel that they have a third eye. I've met a telekinetic
who focused through her fists and could punch through steel."

Enraptured by Mav's story, Christina almost missed the flash
of ill intent which bubbled to the surface of the old woman's
mind. Reacting instinctively, Christina threw all her power
behind an all out assault on the old woman's slippery mind.
It was fortunate that she did, because she soon realized that
Mav had been pulling a gun from her purse. Now the old woman
sat frozen, desperately trying to free up enough mental bandwidth
to move her hand. Christina had to use every ounce of her focus
to attack the old woman. She too was frozen by the effort.

The two women sat staring at one another for 15 minutes, sweat
dripping down their faces. Christina was by far the stronger
of the two, but Mav had millennia of experience on her side,
and she only had to escape for a moment. A few times she made
halting progress in brining the gun towards the young woman
in front of her. At one point their server came to ask them
how they found the meal, and stood awkwardly by as the to
women ignored him. Eventually, he left them alone.

Finally Mav tired enough to slow down, and Christina grabbed
her slippery mind in a vice grip. She steadily battered down
Mav's barriers. Eventually she planted a compulsion in Mav's
mind not to harm Christina or herself, not to cause any
sort of scene, and to help Christina in any way she could.

The two women resumed eating in silence. All the while, Christina
was sifting through Mav's exposed mind. The older psychic helped
direct her towards the most useful information. Eventually Christina
wondered if there was any more efficient way to learn all of this,
and Mav told her about a technique for consuming all the knowledge
in Mav's mind very rapidly. The downside was that it would destroy
Mav in the process. Ten minutes later Christina felt she
understood the technique well enough to begin shredding. She focused
on information about how to use her new abilities, finding that
Mav's long experience was to large to fully consume. She realized
that she was missing lots of information about the world of psychics,
but she did not have enough focus to really make a decision about
which information to consume. She stuck to her original intent
and ripped the knowledge of how to use her abilities from the old
psi-witch.

Christina paid for the meal, tipping generously, and walked out
of the restaurant. Fortunately she had learned a bit beyond psychic
skill from Mav. Mav's body trailed after her. It was not propelled
under Mav's direction, but rather controlled like a puppet by
Christina. Despite this, the old woman's body moved easily,
with all of Christina's new stolen skill as a psychic puppeteer.
She would not allow the body to die just yet. It still contained 
a bit of essence for her to absorb. After consuming Mav's mind
Christina realized that the reason the old woman had tried to
kill her was because her growing breasts were literally draining
the life from Mav. Mav had bound a part of her essence to
Christina's breasts, and as her breasts grew they dragged more
essence from the woman. If Mav had succeeded in killing her,
the stolen essence would have returned to its rightful host.
The new insight into why the old psi-witch had tried to kill
her made Christina aware of the way her DD-cups were pinching.
Perhaps it was time to get a new bra.

To her surprise, Christina learned from Mav's memories that her
psychic power was not improving her beauty. Considering the way
her body enchanted everyone around her, she had been expecting to
find that it was just a side-effect of her new power. Apparently,
this was all natural.

A few days after Christina put on her first E cup bra, she felt the
old psychic's body die. It had been a little trying controlling the
body for the last week, but she had managed. She had turned Mav
into a homeless woman, anticipating this day. Now she would just be
one more pauper consumed by exposure. She felt guilty at
the callous way she had disposed of the shell which had been Mav,
but she didn't really know what else she could have done. She certainly
could not have let Mav kill her, and there way no way she could report
this coherently to the police.

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

*I should not still be getting stronger.* Thought Christina. She probably should
be focusing on the small birthday celebration that her parents were throwing
for her, but her developing power was more interesting. She had learned
how to gage her own power much better after consuming Mav's mind, so she
was sure that she had gained strength. She should have stopped gaining power
after Mav died, but for some reason her first F-cup bras had been accompanied
with a corresponding increase in power. She seemed to have roughly doubled in
strength after growing a cup size. It was as if nothing had changed. Examining
her stolen memories, she realized that her breast tissue must have
gotten saturated enough with psychic essence that the essence became hers
in truth, rather than stolen power. Now she gained more essence as her breasts
grew.

Mulling over what to do about this new development, Christina started to develop
a plan. Mav had achieved eternal life by placing a lock on the development of
her body. She had only discovered the technique when she was middle aged, so
she had frozen her body then. Christina had been trying to decide when to arrest
her own development. She did not want to be stuck as a 16 year old for the rest
of eternity. It was just a matter of how long to wait. Until she stopped her
body from changing, she would make it her number one priority. She was going to
be stuck with it for the rest of time, so she wanted to make sure that it was
in perfect condition.

Christina had never really had to work out to maintain a tight waist and firm
muscle tone, but she planned to start. The next order of business was increasing
her caloric intake. She had tried to watch what she ate for much of her life,
embarrassed at her bodies tendency to gain weight in all the right places very
easily. Now she would take advantage of that fact to gain power.

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

"Hey, do you mind if I sit here?" Asked Christina.

"Uuhh. Sure." Said Bert. His brief flash of annoyance at being interrupted
evaporated when he saw who it was who had spoken. *Holy shit, it's Christina."
He thought.

"What'cha readin'?" She asked.

Normally Bert would have made some comment about a bullshit chem assignment
or something, but he was so surprised that he forgot to hold onto his mask,
"A new paper just came out making a case that the inverse square law for gravity
actually becomes an inverse cube law after a certain distance. It was written
in a very provocative style, and needless to say it has caused a pretty big
splash. I'm reading one of the responses to it from a more mainstream
physicist." A second later he realized what he had said. *Oh shit. Two
seconds after the hottest girl in the state comes over here by her own free
will and I'm vomiting all over myself. Jesus.* It was to late to really recover
but he figured he would give it his best shot, "Uuhhh. It's just some bullshit
I found in some magazine. Just something to waste time with, ya know?"

"Don't do that." said Christina in a distractingly sultry voice.

"Do what?" He asked.

Christina pushed a strand of lustrous black hair back behind her ear, "Don't
pretend to be a dumb linebacker. You don't have to put on a show for me."

No one had ever seen through Bert's facade so thoroughly before. It was true
that he had slipped up, but his appearance and status as one of the star
football players should have helped him recover. The massive ginger linebacker
had an countenance which hovered between ruggedly hansom and brutish, and
that along with his thick hairy limbs made everyone assume the knew him before
he even opened his mouth. It was exactly the way he wanted it. He knew the
score, and being a dumb linebacker was better than being a physics nerd.
He realized that he had been thinking for too long, "Ok."

Christina smiled, "Good. No bullshit." She stabbed a fork into the massive
pile of food in front of her with enough force to cause her breasts to jiggle
slightly.

"Ok then. Why'd you come over to sit with me?" Bert asked.

"I guess I've been struggling with some body image issues for a while, and
I've decided to get myself out of a rut. I've been so afraid of people judging
me for looking the way that I do that I've let it paralyze me. I'm done."
She replied matter-of-factly.

"Why would you have body image issues? You're beautiful. I mean any girl
here would kill to look like you." Said Bert, reddening a bit once he
realized what he had said.

"That's the problem. I mean I don't want to sound ungrateful. I know I'm
lucky. It's just sometimes it can feel like the spotlight is on me when
I never asked for it. God I sound terrible don't I?" She adopted a whiny
voice, "It hurts to be beautiful. Woe is me."

"No. I understand what you are saying. I'm not exactly the guy I show
to the rest of the world. I can see how it could be hard for you." he
said.

"You certainly aren't the guy you pretend to be. You know people would
still like you if you let them catch wind of how smart you are."

"I don't know. You haven't heard the way some of the guys talk about
school with contempt." Replied Burt.

Looking into his memories, Christina could see that he was telling the
truth, but she also knew that most of his teammates were putting on a mask
themselves. "I think you'd be surprised." Somehow she had already wolfed
down her meal, and now she shoveled the last bite into her mouth.
"I gotta run to class. See you around." She said standing up and grabbing
both her tray and a chicken tender from Bert's plate.

Burt watched her ripe ass sway as she walked away, feeling his dick
throb in time with his heart. She had seen through him so thoroughly
that he almost felt violated, and yet he could not wait for her to
do it again. *I think I'm in love* he thought to himself quite
seriously as she rounded the corner.

Christina heard Bert's thoughts as she walked away. The old her might
have felt weird about it, but she was done letting her body undermine
her ability to have meaningful social interactions. Bert might view
her as an object of desire, but that did not mean he failed to see her
as a person. She even threw a little extra sway in her hips as she
walked out.

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For weeks afterwards a part of Burt was thinking about Christina.
Without making a conscious decision to do so, he started trying to
arrange things so that he would bump into her, but whatever shell
she had started to emerge from was back in place. She glided from
class to class without interacting with her classmates, and when
Bert tried to talk to her she restricted herself to pleasant small
talk. Her mask was back in place, hiding all trace of the piercing
insight into him she had displayed.

Even so, the subjective experience of interacting with Christina had
drastically changed for Burt. Before she had been a beautiful
ice queen, inscrutable and aloof. Now that he had been allowed to peek
under the mask once, he imagined a complex inner life behind her
carefully polite words. The manifestation of the mental model that
others fitted to her dominated Christina's life. She imagined that
the way she looked left her precious few options to choose from in
the way she would be perceived. It was a sensation that Bert was
all too familiar with. The fact that she was right about the perception
of others did not help matters.

It wasn't just that she was beautiful,
it was the manner of her beauty. Beauty comes in a thousand flavors.
Pretty is not cute; cute is not elegant; elegant is not delicate;
delicate is not vital; vital is not primal though it is close. There
is a beauty in flawed things, and a beauty in the flawless. Christina's
particular blend of beauty was above all else, sexual. She was elegant.
She was graceful. She was pretty. Yet none of these even registered
next to the overwhelming eroticism of her voluptuous physique. It
was impossible to look at her full lips and blue eyes without feeling
at least the stirrings of lust. When Burt caught sight of her large
breasts in profile the sight tended to stay with him for the rest of
the day, and swim through his dreams during the night.

Her erotic nature meant that Christina thought she could basically
choose between being seen as a slut or being an ice queen. She had
understandably chosen the path of aloofness. Burt knew first hand how
lonely playing a role could feel, and he could only imagine how that
would be amplified by playing a solitary role.

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

Christina was finding it hard to focus on the visualization exercise
she was using to induce a trance. Meditation is an important part of
psychic practice. In fact, for weaker psychics it is the only part of
psychic practice. Christina understood the theory intimately, having
stolen knowledge from Mav, but theory and practice are different.
Today, thoughts of Burt kept butting in. She imagined her mind as
a pair of hands grasping at the invading thoughts, but she never managed
to imagine her grip loosening all the way. Her mental image would be
obliterated by the thoughts she was trying to erase.

She had decided to talk to him because she saw the experiences
she shared with Burt in his mind. She had been happy with the
conversation at the time, enjoying the feeling of breaking out of
her shell, and allowing herself to savor the lust of a classmate
for the first time. But now he had the nerve to feel sorry for her.
The unexpectedly reflective linebacker apparently did not need
her abilities to see right though her. Christina was not ready to
expose the raw kernel that made her who she was to the rest of the
world. Making matters worse, she realized that her own powerful
reaction to Burt's analysis of her emotional state threw her own
mental snooping into moral doubt. What right did she have to be
angry at Burt for thoughts he had entertained in the privacy of
his own mind? What right did she have to look in anyone's mind?
Of course mind reading had an intoxicating allure for someone
who constantly worried about the constructed image others place
over her, but the fact that she wanted to do something and had
the power to do it did not make it justified.

She realized that she had just done twice as many squats as she had
planned in her distraction. At least her preoccupation was making it
easier to ignore the burn in her muscles. Unfortunately, without a
proper trance she would not gain the full benefit of the workout.
She could not afford to directly alter her strength with her abilities,
because any change she made would make it harder to freeze her body
when the time came. She had to get her muscles the hard way. Fortunately,
she did have a few tricks up her sleeves. It did not take very much power
at all to alter her muscles so that she could gain muscle mass more
easily. She had been happy to discover that she already had a musculature
which responded quickly, so she put on muscle even quicker than she had
anticipated. She built muscles so quickly in fact, that just two weeks
after she started working and changed her muscles, she felt that she was
starting to look too ripped. She did not want to look like a female
body builder, just be stronger than one. It had taken her a week to arrive
at a solution. She altered her muscles again, to allow herself to
meditate in order to compress them. They lost none of their strength,
but their size did decrease. The change had required more psychic
tampering than she would have liked, but with her expanding bust she
should have enough power to overcome the difficulties the tampering would
put on her when it came time to freeze her body in time. She now perpetually
looked like an busty fitness model, with perhaps a bit more muscle
in her ass and thighs than most. It helped balance out her chest, so she
did not spend the extra energy required to make those muscles even
more compressible.

Focusing on her workout regime had taken Christina's mind off of Burt
for the time being, so when she went over to the bench press and started
loading on weight she managed to slip into a proper trance. The micro tears
in her muscles started rapidly closing and a sense of peace filled Christina
as she gripped the bar.

"You know you really should have a spotter for that much weight."
Christina heaved the weight back onto its hooks and sat up. Glaring
at the flame haired giant in front of her. Her peace had been shattered
for the rest of the day at least.

As she watched, scowling, Bert digested the situation in his cool mind
and rapidly updated his mental picture of Christina. By the time she
realized that she had been letting her emotions show he had decided
that there was something supernatural or at least extremely unusual
about Christina. She knew that lifting as much weight as she could
would alarm people, but she had not realized how unreasonable it was
for a girl of her size to lift as much as she had been. Bert, who
was very familiar with such things, had understood the oddness of
it immediately. He seemed to be hoping that she was some sort of
space princess, but she could taste the humor woven though that
thought even as it formed in his mind.

"I'm not from Krypton." She said.

"What?" Said Burt, a little stunned.

"I mean I didn't want to bother anyone." She said.

"Where are you from?" He asked, apparently not buying her attempts
at distraction.

"Earth. I mean Sentryville." She said. *Great, now he is sure I'm
an alien.*

"Alright E.T. You shouldn't be lifting that much weight in the
varsity weight room. People might notice. How did you get in here
anyway?" He asked.

Christina couldn't exactly explain that she had read about how to
open key card readers with some specialized equipment and figured
out how to emulate it with her abilities. "The door was unlocked."
She said.

"It automatically locks." He said.

"I meant it wasn't closed." She said.

"Oh." Bert replied. Christina could see that he was thinking she
was full of shit. Apparently the door was heavy enough that it
closed itself even if you tried close it gently. Apparently Bert
had tried.

They looked at each other in silence, Christina wishing he would
go away, and Burt wondering who the girl in front of him was.
He did not spend much time wondering though, because the rhythm
of Christina's breath was causing her breasts to swell and ebb
against the tight fabric of her sports bra, and it was incredibly
distracting. It wormed its way into his head, and presently he
realized that he wanted nothing more than to go find somewhere
private and think about Christina's breasts.

Bert was just turning to go when Christina said, "Wait."
She had not consciously been trying to push him, but considering
how attracted to her he was, she had tremendous power over him,
and her desires had an impact on his behavior.

He looked at her, the compulsion which had gripped him dissipating.
"Huh, oh. I don't know where I was going."

"I'm sorry. You're right. I shouldn't be in here. I won't come
in again." She said, lowering her eyes. She had been trying to
reduce the effect her sultry gaze was having on the now thoroughly
aroused boy in front of her. Unfortunately, the gesture just seemed
to make her more arousing.

"Don't be sorry. It's just other people might have questions you
don't want to answer. If you want to work out, there is an old quarry
near my house that I use sometimes. No one will see you there." He
said.

She paused for a moment, thinking. Before Mav's gift she would have
been afraid of what Bert might hope would come of his offer, but now
it was hard to feel threatened by anything. She had doubled in power
after growing from an F cup to a G, and her new bras were already
starting to feel small. She was now almost three times as powerful
as Mav had been, leading her to believe that her power was growing
exponentially with the size of her breasts. She could see that Bert
lusted after her, but that made him no different than any other
boy in the school and she was not so sure that she minded. Her
aversion to male desire was a reflex rooted in fear and disgust.
Christina no longer had any use for fear, and she did not find
any of the thoughts in Bert's mind disgusting. If anything she
found them a intriguing.

"Aren't you going to ask me how I can lift this much weight?" She
asked. She could feel his curiosity burning like a star.

"I figure that's your secret to tell, when and if you ever
decide you want me to know. We don't know each other very well
yet, and I understand if you aren't comfortable sharing it yet.
I want to help you keep whatever it is a secret as long as you
want to." he said earnestly. *And if that means I get to spend
more time looking at that hot body of yours, I won't complain
a bit.* He thought.

Christina's cheeks colored slightly, "Thanks. To be honest it
would be nice to have someone to talk to about this. It's a little
new, and I've just been kinda going it alone. And I would love it
if you could show me your quarry. I don't have a car though, so
you'll have to give me a ride." *And if you're good, I might let
you give me another sort of ride.* The thought bubbled up unexpectedly,
but Christina latched onto it, letting her gaze linger on Bert's
muscular frame.

"Great. I can just bring you after school."

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

"Nice truck." Christina could see Bert was proud of his ride
even though it didn't look like much. He had bought an old Ford
pickup and fixed it up with parts from the junkyard. Truthfully,
it was a bucket of bolts, but when Christina looked at it through
Bert's eyes it was beautiful.

He laughed, "She's a pile of slag, but she'll get us where we
want to go." Christina could hear the affection in his voice.

They drove in silence for ten minutes, Bert sneaking the
occasional glance at Christina's mouthwatering profile, and
Christina pretending not to notice. Finally, Christina
spoke, "So I'm stronger than I should be."

"I noticed." Said Bert.

"What if I told you that, that's not the only thing? That
that's just a footnote to the rest of it?"

"Well. Is it?"

"Yeah. I can do things-" she broke off and raised her hand,
causing a pen to float into the air in front of her.

Bert slowed down abruptly and pulled over onto the shoulder.
"Holy shit. How are you doing that? Is that just with your
mind?"

"Yeah. And I can lift a lot more." As she spoke a waist-high
boulder floated up in front of the truck. She must have gotten
even stronger, because she did not even feel any of the strain
in her breasts that she normally felt when lifting a very heavy
object. She thought about lifting the truck, but she was not
sure that she could avoid damaging it.

"Ok. Wow. Is that all you can do?" He asked.

*No. I can do a lot of things. And I'm still figuring out how
to do more.* She thought in his head. She may have made her
mental presence a little more sensual than was strictly
necessary.

"Can you read my mind?" He asked.

She nodded, feeling his uneasiness.

"Have you been doing that?" He said, voice serious.

"Uumm. Sometimes. Mostly I just pick up on your emotions.
It's not you in particular, I do it to everyone. It's just
a sense I have now. To not do so would feel like closing
my eyes." She said, knowing how uncomfortable he was with
the idea.

"I ah. I see." He said, suddenly recalling all the times
when he had thought about Christina with lust.

Before his embarrassment could build itself up into something
that became a wall, Christina spoke, "I don't mind."

"What?"

Instead of saying anything she hooked a hand around Bert's neck
and pulled him down to her soft lips. Their mouth's moved against
each other's for a moment and then Christina pulled back. "I don't
mind it when you think about me that way. As far as I'm concerned
you can keep doing it as much as you want."

Bert was reeling a bit, but he managed to recover, "For this to
work you can't read my mind all the time. I guess you already know
how much I want you, but you have to know that I need space in
my own head."

Christina nodded, "I have never gone rooting around in your memories
or anything like that. I can stop looking at your surface thoughts,
though I have to warn you that my power is based on lust and envy,
so the more you want me the harder it will be for me to ignore
your thoughts."

He nodded, "I can live with that."

Christina melted against him, loosing herself in his soft lips and
calloused hands. He cupped her breasts in trembling hands, and she
mewled softly at the way live wires seemed to light up between her
nipples and crotch. She scrambled over the center console with
uncharacteristic inelegance. In her haste to straddle him, her ripe
ass pressed against the horn, letting out a shocking blast of sound.

"Shit!" Bert said in surprise at the sound, then collected himself
and reached down to slide the seat back far enough to give Christina
space.

"Thanks." She said, blushing though a grin. Then she ground the heat
between her legs against him and brought her lips down onto his once
more. She could feel his lust building higher and higher, and as it
did his mind opened to her. She could see his hesitancy beneath a
desperate desire to appear more experienced than he was and a
self-aware amusement at his own machismo. The awe he held for her
body flooded out of his mind and into hers, where it seemed to
enhance her pleasure tremendously. The unprecedented access she had
to his mind was unfair, so she tried to open herself up to him.
It was an uncomfortable and alien sensation, like keeping here eye
open as someone moved a hard object closer and closer to her cornea
without ever touching. Instincts she didn't know she had screamed
at her to clamp down, but before they won out she was able to share
little bits of her own fear and lust. It was different than pushing
a thought into his head. It was a union of mind as much as their
kissing and petting was a union of body. She sat back and drew her
shirt over her head in a smooth motion, glad she had worn the
green plunge bra with made her cleavage look amazing. When she
shoved his face into the perfumed valley, he began to twitch under
her.

"S-Sorry." He stuttered up at her. She could feel a wave of shame
replace his lust.

"Why?" She said, looking down at him tenderly, "I think it's sexy
that I can make you cum with my psy-boobs." She giggled. His shame
only receded a little, so she held his face against her and
stroked the back of his head gently. "It's okay Bert. Honestly,
I think it might be a good thing, because I wasn't thinking straight,
and I'm not sure I would have been able to stop."

"Yeah." He said. "Umm. You're right. We probably aren't ready for.
For all that. You, uhh, still want to work out right?"

She smiled down at him and planted another kiss on his lips. "You
bet your bottom dollar big guy."

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

Christina could feel the lust boiling off the corporate douchebag
the second he saw her from across the store. He was standing in the
men's fashion section, which was right next to the lingerie. Christina
thought it was a smart layout decision because it got men's minds on sex
and brought out their inner peacock. The douchebag, Alan was his name
she saw in his open book of his mind, walked right towards her with
a confident stride and the firm conviction that he was about to get a
date. Christina kept rearranging bras and pretended not to notice him.
A few months ago she would have found the way he was leering at her
denim clad ass unsettling and scary, but now the power it gave her over
him made her excited. She felt a bit like a cat who had been given a mouse
to do with as she willed.

When he got near her she turned around, "Hi, can I help you find anything?"
She asked with a warm smile.

He would have replied with something slimy, but Christina gave him the
faintest psychic push, and instead he seized up, unable to get the
hypnotic swells of her breasts out of his mind long enough to do so.

"Looking to buy something for that special someone? Don't worry I
can take care of you." She continued encouragingly.

"Y-Yeah." Alan said, relieved to be provided an excuse for his presence.

"Okay. First, about what size range are we talking? There are a lot of
really cute smaller bras in this area, or if she's on the bigger side,
like me, we can head back there." She said in business like tones.

At the words "like me" his eyes darted to the neckline of her black
v-neck t-shirt, lingering on the three or so inches of cleavage exposed
at the top. "Uhh, she's on the bigger side." He didn't wonder why Christina
didn't seem to want anything more specific than generalities like "bigger"
and "smaller".

"Great! Follow me." She chirped and turned to walk deeper into the lingerie
section. She made no particular effort to make her stride sensual, but
her wide hips made her gate naturally swaying. Alan watched the powerful
muscles in her legs shift smoothly beneath the white jeans that clung to
her legs like a second skin.

"So these are what we have here." She picked up a big red plunge bra
"This G-cup is the biggest we have on the floor," she held it up to
her own chest, making it obvious that the bra, which had seemed so large
on the rack, was not nearly big enough to contain her bosom. "Personally,
I can't shop on the floor anymore, so I understand if this just won't
be big enough to cut it. If you want I can show you some of our extra
large stock in the back."

Alan gulped, fixated on the way the large bra failed to cover this
young salesgirl's womanly bosom. "Y-Yeah."

"Okay," she started walking towards a door in the wall,
"You're special someone must have a pretty similar figure to me.
I wear a 32K, so I don't meet too many other women with my
measurements. I've got friends who share clothes all the time, but
I never can."

"Y-yeah." He said, in somewhat of a daze.

*Jeez, he's so much more agreeable than he would have been. I hardly
even touched his mind.* "That's so lucky! I can give you great
advice, 'cause we're the same size and all."

She stopped next to a couple of boxes, "Let's see. Here they are.
Big girls like us are lucky to have a store the size of Lacey's
around. It can be hard to find bras this size. Oooh, this is a super
cute one," She held up a green lace bra, holding it on front of her
with a smile. "You like it?"

"Yeah, it looks good." He said.

"I bet your special someone will look amazing in it." She said. "How
about this one?" She produced a set of red silk underwear, again
holding it up to herself. She continued showing him a parade of
skimpy underthings, exclaiming on how good they looked or would
look on Alan's as yet unnamed special someone.

"I bet she's gonna need some athletic stuff too? Why don't you get
her some of these. They're my favorite brand." She tossed four
gray and two black sports bras. A similar pile of boy shorts followed
a moment later.

"Wow, you have a lucky girl. Is this just undies, or is it a total
wardrobe overhaul?"

After the slightest mental nudge he said, "The whole thing."

"Great! I can hand you off to another department..." she trailed
off "or if you like what you've seen of my taste," A conspiratorial
grin, "I can show you what I think would look good."

"Let's get what you think would look good."

"Excellent." Christina said before leading him on a whirlwind tour
of the store. She knew exactly what she wanted, and rapidly filled
his arms.

"Hmmm, I don't know which skirt looks better. I tell you what, cause
I'm the same size as your special someone and all, I can just try them
both on and you can tell me what you think. I'll be back in a jiffy."
Christina said.

A moment later she had emerged from the changing room, "Well, what do
you think? She said turning from side to side to show off the way the
tight pencil skirt hugged her ass." She looked up at Alan, who was
staring at her, rapt, "I guess you like it." She chuckled. "I'll
try the other one, and we can see which one you like better."

"Okay, so it's a little short, but I think it looks good." She
said, looking down critically at the way the pleated red skirt
flared out from her tiny waist. Despite not hugging her flesh
as closely, it emphasized her ass even more by the way its stiff
fabric flared off to the back. "Hmmm. It's so hard to decide..."
she said crossing her shapely legs pensivly as she took a slow step.

"Why not both?" Alan asked.

"Great idea! Okay, let's talk about turtlenecks." Alan trailed off
in her wake yet again.


"Let's see, that'll be $3,837.21." She said, after ringing him up.
"You're special someone is super lucky! Who is she anyway?"

The plan that had been lurking in the back of Alan's mind unstated
bubbled up. He would give this amazing girl the wardrobe of her dreams
and then she would agree to go out with him. It seemed a little silly
now that he got to the paying and giving part, but his transaction
had just been approved, "Actually, it's for you." He said, half expecting
her to laugh in his face.

"Oh, that's super sweet!" She said with a smile. "Thank you so much."

He continued to stand there as if expecting her to say something more.
"Well, thanks!" She repeated. The mental shove she had to give him
was a little harder this time, but still much less difficult than
razing a finger.

Alan swallowed and turned to walk away. Shame and embarrassment flooded
through him, but he knew he would masturbate about this experience
for the rest of his life.

As Christina watched him walk away, a part of her felt bad for taking
such egregious advantage of him. Mostly though, she felt satisfaction
at the way she had so easily pushed him around. After having to endure
creepiness and abuse for a long time while working at Lacey's, she enjoyed
taking back control. Besides, a growing girl like her had expenses. Her
vertical growth had slowed down, and she didn't expect to get much taller
than her current 5'10", but it seemed that her body had decided to redirect
all the efforts that it had previously spent on upward growth to making
her curves ever more dramatic. In the past several months she blown through
four cup sizes. It meant that she was constantly having to get new clothes.
Of course she may have had Alan buy her more than was strictly necessary.

With each cup size she had gained, she had roughly doubled in power. It
was actually a bit more than that because each cup size required a little
bit more mass as she got larger. It seemed that the more mass her breasts
had, the tighter they were able to pack psychic energy together, which was
why her power was growing exponentially rather than linearly. When Mav
had first blessed her she had been a DD-cup. That meant she was now
a bit more than 32 times more powerful than the old psy-witch. It was
now effortless to pick up Burt's truck with her mind. She could read
a person's whole mental history with a bit of effort. She even now had
a feel for what the future would bring that came in extremely useful.
She had studied exactly the right things for all the pop quizzes
she had had in the last month. She had even started speculating in
the stock market a bit with the money she was earning on commission,
and was doing pretty well for herself.


"Hey Christina, can I talk to you for a bit?" Andrew asked. Even though
his eyes were on her face, Christina knew that he was hyper aware of
the way her thin black v-neck clung to her bosom. Lately, Christina's
wardrobe had become increasingly risqué as she lost her fear of other
people reacting poorly and embraced her own sexuality. Andrew's continuing
struggles against his attraction to his young employee were endearing.
Before Mav's blessing, Christina would have been horrified at the intensity
of his fixation, but now she understood a lot more about human sexuality.
She knew he couldn't help it. What made him a good man was the way he
maintained such good control over his baser urges.

"Yeah!" She said, and followed him back towards his office.

"What's up?" She asked, closing the door behind her.

"Well, as you know we give out an award for the top salesperson every
month, and this month that's you." He said with a smile. "Congratulations."
He held out his hand.

"Thanks!" She said with a giggle as she took his offered hand and pumped.
Christina had never been expecting to win the salesperson of the month
award. She only worked two nights a week, so she just didn't have time to
keep up with the full time employees. Lately though, everyone who talked
to her had been making a large order of some sort. It had done wonders for
her commission checks, and a decent number of the purchases had wound up
in her own wardrobe.

"Actually, I wanted to talk to you a bit about how you're doing that.
I've noticed that some of the customers are buying clothes to give to
you, and I wanted to know what that's about."

"Oh, well, I guess I'll be showing them some clothes or whatever, and
they will say that they would look really good on me so they want to
give them to me. It's a little strange, but super nice! I'm just lucky
I guess."

*Yeah, and the fact that you're a goddess among women with a smile
that's just melted their brain probably has nothing to do with it.*
Andrew thought to himself sarcastically, "Okay, I just want to make sure
that you're not being pressured to do anything you don't want to."

"Aww, that's really sweet. I promise there is nothing bad going on or
anything. It's just people being really nice to me." Christina said with
a smile.

As Andrew looked into her cerulean eyes, he found the plausibility of that
statement rising up to overwhelm him. "Okay then. That's settled I guess."
he chuckled a bit uneasily, "You'll get the salesperson of the month award
bonus in your next paycheck." He got up from behind his desk to head towards
the door.

"Thanks! You're the best!" Christina bounced up and gave him a quick hug,
enjoying the way his mind seemed to stall out for a second as he processed
the sensation of her breast spreading against his chest.


"Hey Mom!" Christina said, opening the back door of the car and putting
Alan's contributions to her wardrobe on the seat.

"Hi Christina." Her mother replied, getting out of the drivers seat and
walking around to the passengers side.

Christina had started learning to drive late, but better late than never.
To he honest it had scared her a little, so she had dawdled on getting her
learners permit. Now, her sense of the future made a crash feel practically
impossible, and if she really had to she could just use her telekinesis
to turn her car into a flying car.

"How was work?" Wendy Morrow asked her daughter.

"It went great! I made a big sale, and the boss man said I won salesperson
of the month."

"Is that the big sale back there?" Wendy asked.

"Yeah, the dude gave it to me right after he bought it. The whole time he
was pretending like he had this girlfriend who was my size. I dunno, I guess
he thought it would give him a chance or something." Christina said.

"Christina, you shouldn't have accepted that."

"But mom!" Christina pulled out of the parking lot.

"That looks like a lot of clothes. Men don't just give you that sort of thing
without expectations. He's probably going to come sniffing around, bothering
you." Her mom said.

"I'll just get Burt to stand around looking menacing." Christina replied with
a giggle.

"Honey, I'm glad that you are getting more comfortable in your own skin,
but there's such a thing as an overcorrection. You shouldn't be creating
situations where a solution involves getting your boyfriend to threaten
people. Burt is a sweet boy, and just because he would do it for you
doesn't mean he would enjoy it."

"Jesus mom. I was joooking. I'd punch that bitch out myself." She giggled.

"Chri-"

"Sorry. Sorry. I shouldn't push your buttons. I'm a good daughter. I promise."
Christina said quickly.

Wendy smiled a bit. "The point still stands."

"Okay. Yeah. You're right. This guy is probably gonna be weird, but but maybe
he won't. I'm kinda done with being afraid, and it was just hard to say no to
a whole new wardrobe when I was about to grow out of my current one. Plus I
didn't want you and dad to have to spend money just cause I'm growing legendary
tits." Christina said.

"W-What did my own daughter just say to me?" Her mom sputtered. "Did you just
call your breasts 'legendary tits'?"

Christina felt her cheeks reddening, but her mom was more embarrassed than
she was, so she decided to keep going. "Come on mom. You know it's true.
Morrow girls are built. You know you caused the sexual awakening of like
half my male classmates just by coming to pick me up after school. They've
all got turtleneck fetishes now."

Wendy sat stunned for a few seconds. "I'll never look at my turtlenecks
the same way again. You are a sassy girl Christina Morrow." Then she grinned,
"I guess I did look pretty hot though."

"Do mom. You do." Christina said with a smile.

"Aww, thanks honey." Wendy said.

"So when do you think I'm going to stop growing?" Christina asked.

"I don't know Christina. I know that both your aunt Alice and I were late
bloomers. I had C-cups till my junior year, but then once I stopped growing
up I started filling out... and out. You've seemed to follow a similar
pattern, but you were bigger than I was when you started and you're just as
big as me now, so my guess is that you'll end up a lot bigger than I am now."

"But you're huge." Christina said.

"Yes Christina. If you want, we can look into reduction surgery once you
stop growing. Your Aunt Alice got reduced, and I think she has been very
happy with it." Wendy said seriously.

"I'm not going to let a knife near these things." Christina said with
conviction. "No matter how big they get." Before Mav's gift she might
have felt differently, but she wasn't going to throw away a scrap of
the psychic power trapped in her burgeoning bosom.

"That's how I felt, and I haven't had cause to regret it yet." Wendy
said.

Christina pulled into the driveway and turned off the car, "Thanks for
the girl talk mom."

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TODO: remove references to uniforms
Store name: Lacey's
