Tales from the Bra 
by Wren 
Your breasts will grow as big as your income is 



This story is the first in an upcoming series of tales, hopefully many 
tales, about big breasts doing bad things.  Gigantic naked breasts will 
be depicted in these tales.  If local laws forbid someone your age to 
read about gigantic naked breasts doing naughty things, do not read this 
story. 
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Tales from the Bra by Wren 1996 
Tale One: 
Big Business 
     "What do you mean you won't do the operation?...Well can't you do 
something about that?...But I don't have that type of money!...Isn't 
there any alternative?...Oh yeah?  Well 'frankly' I think you can take 
your scalpel and shove up it you're...hello? Hello??...Shit!" 
     Shelby Dodson hung up the phone on another plastic surgeon. This 
was the third one in as many weeks.  They all told her that they simply 
couldn't give her implants as big as she wanted.  She couldn't afford 
the process it would take to give a flat-chested woman DD implants.  
Shelby didn't make enough from her failing clothing store to pay for the 
operation, but the very reason she wanted implants was so she could save 
her store.  She was sure she could seduce male investors if only she had 
bigger boobs.  Now, however, the situation was beginning to look grim. 
     "Well, at least I can get some insurance money out of the place."  
Shelby picked up a gasoline can and a lighter, but just then... 
     RING!  "Hello? 
     "Hello?  Is this Ms. Shelby Dodson?"  said the woman. 
     "Yes, this is Shelby..." 
     "Hi Shelby!  I heard about your problem.  I can give you the 
breasts you want." 
     Shelby was shocked, but eager.  "You can?  Really??  I mean, I 
thought I tried all the surgeons.  How much will it cost me?" 
     "We can talk price later.  Please come to my office tomorrow 
morning.  It's the small black building on Bard Street."  CLICK. 
     "Hmm," thought Shelby, "must be one of those non-licensed docs.  
I'm willing to try anything at this point."  The next morning, she woke 
early and went to the address the woman gave her. 
     The building had no sign outside.  In fact, it seemed to be 
abandoned, with the windows painted over.  When she opened the door, 
however, the inside looked like some sort of health food shop.  All 
sorts of roots and herbs were in little baskets on the dirty wooden 
shelves.  The woman she talked to on the phone was sitting at the cash 
register at the back of the shop, reading the "Doctors' Book of Home 
Remedies." 
     "Funny," Shelby thought, "she didn't sound like a gypsy on the 
phone."  The woman pulled off her veil and her shawl to reveal that she 
was wearing a business outfit underneath...which completely befuddled 
Shelby. 
     "Hi, I'm Madame Nashon," she spoke as she approached, reaching for 
a handshake,  "Welcome to my shop.  I believe I have an item that fits 
your needs precisely."  She released Shelby's hand and motioned for her 
to follow into a back room.  Madam Nashon pulled a jar off one of the 
back shelves, which were even dirtier than the front display shelves, 
and opened the lid.  She wafted the jar's aroma toward Shelby, who was 
almost knocked off her feet by the stench. 
     "It's as effective as it is nauseating." 
     "What is it?" 
     "This, Ms. Dodson, is a very special potion.  I brewed it up after 
one of my plastic surgeon friends called me and told me about your 
problem." 
     "She's got connections," thought Shelby.  "Well what does it do?" 
     "This potion, Shelby, will make your breasts grow, but in a special 
way.  Your breasts will grow as big as your income is." 
     "What?" 
     "Let me explain...when you first take the potion your breasts will 
grow to represent how well your business is doing now.  You can sort of 
call them 'dividends.'  You can then use your new found 'wealth' to 
attract investors, thereby causing your business to grow, thereby 
causing your 'profits' to grow.  Then you can attract even bigger 
investors.  The cycle will continue from there." 
     Shelby was visibly excited.  "That's exactly what I want to happen!  
I need this potion!  How much do you want for it?" 
     "My price is 5% of the profits from your business." 
     "Hmm, I guess that's not too bad a price as long as my business 
gets bigger.  It's a deal!" 
     Shelby reached out for a handshake, but instead Madame Nashon put 
the jar into her awaiting hand.  "Satisfaction is guaranteed. One way or 
another, you'll get the wealth you deserve!" 
     Shelby turned to leave with a big grin, but then turned back with a 
look of distrust.  "Hey wait a minute.  I must be crazy.  I don't 
believe in this sort of thing." 
     Madame Nashon crossed her arms, "Well if you doubt me, just drink 
the potion right now and see what happens." 
     Shelby opened the jar, "Bleh!"  She pinched her nose shut and 
gulped down the foul smelling mixture.  The jar dropped to the ground as 
she immediately put her hands to her chest.  Her bra was feeling tight 
already.  She looked down and unbuttoned the top few buttons of her 
blouse.  Her breasts were bulging up above her B-cup bra showing off her 
impressive cleavage.  It appeared that she had grown about two cup 
sizes.  She rubbed her hands over her new breasts, feeling the tightness 
of her inadequate bra. 
     "Well," said Madame Nashon with a smirk, "looks to me like your 
business is doing just fine." 
     "Actually," coughed Shelby...it was a little harder to breathe with 
her bra on, "I wanted to be a little bigger than this." 
     "Well you should be able to use those to help your business grow, 
and then you can get as big as your ambition takes you." 
     "Thank you Madame Nashon!" Shelby said as she hugged the strange 
business-gypsy and then raced out the door. 
     "Nice kid.  She'll be back though," smirked the gypsy.  She put her 
shawl and veil back on and resumed her reading. 
     Shelby went to her clothing store and raided it for new bras and 
tops.  "It's times like this that I'm glad I'm in the clothing 
business."  She then called her two employees, Bosco and Grimaldi, and 
told them she needed them to come back to work immediately. 
     About an hour later, Bosco rolled through the automatic door on a 
skateboard. 
     "Hey like, what's the deal callin' me in on my day off?" he 
grumbled as he did circles around Shelby.  As he passed in front of her 
the second time, he noticed her newly enlarged bosom and wiped out, 
crashing into a lingerie display.  "Whoa, boss lady!  Your wonder bra is 
working wonders!" 
     Shelby pulled him up by his arm.  "Shut up you idiot and go work 
the cash register." 
     "Huh?" replied Bosco, removing his headphones.  Shelby grabbed him 
by the earlobe and led him to the counter, "Ow ow ow, okay!  I get the 
point!  Sheesh!" 
     As Bosco removed his knee and elbow guards, Grimaldi stepped 
through the door.  She was dressed all in black, as usual, wearing a 
black gown and black lipstick with long black fingernails. 
     "Hey Grimmy, how's it goin'?" said Bosco, turning the store's sound 
system to his favorite radio station. 
     "Go to hell, Bosco...well, what have we here," she said, eyeing 
Shelby up and down, "You can't have gotten a boob job since I saw you 
yesterday...you haven't been practicing the black arts have you?" 
     Grimaldi always had been very creepy, but right now Shelby found 
her unbearable.  "Thank you for coming in on such short notice, Grimmy," 
Shelby said through partially clenched teeth, "I need you to get to work 
on a new window display.  Try to do something a little less morbid this 
time.  I have a feeling my business is going to be looking up from now 
on."  Shelby went to her office in the back, where she started 
formulating a plan to find investors. 
     "Hmph, 'a little less morbid' she says.  I'll give her a display 
that'll really turn her business around." 
     After a couple of hours, Shelby had compiled a list of male 
investors she thought she'd be able to seduce into boosting her 
business.  As she printed the list, she noticed her bra straps seemed to 
be digging into her shoulders.  "Strange," she thought, unbuttoning her 
blouse, "this bra fit fine this morning...GASP!" Shelby was shocked to 
find that as she opened her blouse, her breasts were spilling out of the 
cups of her brand new bra.  They now appeared to each be as big as a 
grapefruit.  "Shit!  How did this happen?  I'd better go get some bigger 
tops from the store." As she walked through the door that led from her 
office into the store area, she was shocked to find that her store was 
full of people.  Bosco was frantically punching buttons on the cash 
register, trying to keep up with the mob of customers fighting to get 
ahead in line. 
     "Bosco!  What's going on out here?!" 
     "Hold on Miss, I'll be right with you." 
     "Bosco!" 
     "Oh, it's you!  I haven't got time to explain.  It's the window 
display.  They just keep coming!" 
     As Bosco scanned the credit cards of the eager customers, Shelby 
felt her bra and blouse slowly growing even tighter.  She crossed her 
arms to cover herself up and fought her way through the crowd to the 
exit so she could get a look at the store's display window.  Once she 
got outside, she was shocked to see what was drawing all the customers 
to her shop.  There was a female mannequin clad in thigh high black 
vinyl boots, and a black vinyl thong bikini holding a whip.  When the 
mannequin shifted positions and struck a new pose, Shelby realized it 
was not a mannequin at all but Grimmy! 
     "Grimmy!  What are you doing!" 
     Reading her lips through the glass, Grimmy shifted positions again 
and bent over with her butt facing Shelby, and then proceeded to spank 
herself with the whip. 
     "My business will be ruined!" thought Shelby.  But then the 
worsening tightness in her bra reminded her that at the moment her store 
was doing more business than it ever had before.  She noticed for the 
first time that reporters were among the crowd, doing live reports for 
the local news shows.  Someone in the crowd pointed her out as being the 
owner, and the reporters swarmed around her.  She was stuck, and now she 
wished she had changed her top before she came outside. 
     "Miss Dodson, why have you taken it upon yourself to challenge the 
recent decency ordinance and put a scantily clad model in your window 
for everyone to see." 
     "Well actually, the only thing I did was tell my employee to do 
something different for the window display.  Wait a minute...ordinance?  
What ordinance?"  Her bra was now becoming unbearable.  Some of the 
reporters gasped as one button and then another popped from the middle 
of Shelby's blouse.  She was too busy contemplating her situation to 
notice this development, however. 
     Just then a police car pulled up.  Two cops got out and one of them 
confronted Shelby, "Mam, I'm afraid we have to ask you to remove that 
model from the window or we're going to have to arrest her for indecent 
exposure." 
     "Indecent exposure?  But I..."  Unfortunately, Shelby had ignored 
her overly tight bra a little too long.  The velcro closure on the 
front, designed for easy access, gave way and let her now melon-sized 
breasts spill out, popping three more buttons in the process.  The shirt 
now did barely anything to cover her melons. 
     "That's it!"  yelled the cop, immediately handcuffing Shelby and 
throwing her into the car.  "Go get that slut out of the window," he 
ordered his partner.  In his anger, the cop neglected to check for any 
other employees inside the store, so the police car sped off, leaving 
Bosco in the store to fend for himself, with an even bigger crowd of 
eager customers. 
************* 
     Shelby and Grimmy sat in the cell together.  The cops had given 
Shelby an oversized shirt from a police uniform, but as the hours 
passed, Shelby's chest began to fill the shirt.  She used her one phone 
call to call her shop, and get Bosco to close for the day and come bail 
her out.  But Bosco never answered the phone, and Shelby continued to 
grow. 
     "Why doesn't that idiot just go home!" 
     Grimmy, wrapped in a police blanket to cover her unlawful outfit, 
sat on a bench grinning at Shelby the whole time. 
     "What are you looking at?" 
     "I think you know exactly what I'm looking at." 
     Shelby turned her back to Grimmy and put her hands to her breasts.  
Her skin was tingling and she was growing fast enough that she could 
feel they were heavier than before.  She had lost sight of her feet long 
ago and she feared that if she relaxed her back muscles for one second 
she would topple forward.  They were each the size of volleyballs now, 
and she could feel them swelling bigger by the minute.  They seemed to 
stretch out miles in front of her.  She supposed that she should be 
happy that her wish was being fulfilled, but being arrested and thrown 
into the cell with her creepy employee was destroying the wonder of the 
moment. 
     "I guess you got your wish." 
     "What are you talking about?"  Shelby spun around, almost losing 
her balance.  Grimaldi seemed to know everything. 
     "To tell the truth, I did that window thing out of spite, but now 
it seems your business will be bigger than ever.  And with that little 
show YOU put on for the reporters..." Grimaldi's eyes dropped to 
Shelby's breasts once again.  She smirked and then turned away, not 
finishing her sentence. 
     Shelby walked over to the bars and tried to push Grimmy's words out 
of her mind.  She suddenly noticed that the shirt was uncomfortably 
tight.  She glanced down at her chest and raised her hand to her mouth 
to cover the gasp.  Her breasts had grown several inches and were each 
bigger than basketballs.  One of her buttons popped off and sailed into 
the hallway.  She was about to burst into tears when she heard the voice 
of a policeman coming down the corridor.  She felt a blanket thrown 
around her shoulders from behind. 
     "I think you need this more than I do.  Here comes the cavalry." 
     Shelby heard a familiar voice conversing with the policeman and was 
shocked when he appeared followed by, "Madame Nashon!" Madame Nashon 
seemed to ignore Shelby, however, and began speaking directly to her 
cellmate. 
     "Hello niece.  A fine mess you've gotten my client into." 
     "Me?  She's the one exposing her bosom in front of local 
reporters...and don't think I don't know how that..." 
     "Let's get you out of here," Madame Nashon interrupted, escorting 
Shelby out of the cell.  Shelby looked back and was surprised to see the 
door close with Grimmy still inside the cell. 
     "Don't worry...she's very resourceful and can take care of her 
self...Hmm, I see that business is doing well,"  said Madame Nashon, 
glancing at Shelby's bust as she opened the car door for her. 
     "They're a little bigger than I wanted, but I don't think they're 
growing anymore.  That idiot Bosco must have finally went home."  Shelby 
wasn't really happy with her new size.  She wanted to be bigger, but not 
this huge.  She considered asking Madame Nashon to call the whole thing 
off. 
     "Well I'm glad you're satisfied.  I'm still expecting my 5 percent 
you know.  Maybe you'll be happier with a 5% breast reduction." 
     "A 5% breast reduction," thought Shelby.  This gave her an idea. 
     Madame Nashon dropped her off at the store, which was now closed.  
Bosco left a note saying that he'd deposited the day's profits in the 
bank and went home.  "It would have been nice if he said how much, but I 
guess I can figure that out for myself," she said, squeezing her 
enormous breasts.  She felt as if she had a couple enormous water 
balloons sloshing around underneath the skin of her chest. 
     She picked up her cellular phone and called her bank.  She used 
special codes to transfer money to Madame Nashon's account. First, she 
transferred 5% of her earnings, and soon felt a slight change in her 
breasts.  "I might as well give her more, after all, she made my fondest 
wish come true."  She continued transferring small amounts until they 
had shrunk back to the size of volleyballs. 
     "I guess I'd better stay this size since all the local news shows 
saw me like this yesterday."  When she checked her messages, she found 
that the men she had planned to contact as potential investors had 
actually called her first after seeing her on the local news that night.  
"This is even better than I had hoped!  I guess I owe Grimmy for that 
stunt she pulled." 
     She slept in her office and woke up the next morning long before 
opening time.  She planned to visit the office of one of the men who had 
called her the previous day.  She raided her store for clothes to fit 
her new figure.  When she was dressed and ready to go, she left her 
office and found that Bosco had taken it upon himself to open the store 
a little bit early.  He didn't even seem to notice her as she walked by 
since he was already handling a huge line of customers.  As she reached 
the front of the shop, Shelby was shocked to see Grimmy back in the 
window display.  Her outfit wasn't as revealing as the one she had worn 
the previous day, but the tight denim shorts and lycra haltertop drew 
just as large a crowd, especially since she chose to keep the whip in 
her routine. 
     As Shelby neared the exit, she was hit with an oversized blue t-
shirt.  "You might need that later!"  shouted Grimmy as she continued 
dancing.  Shelby was confused, but didn't have time to argue, so she 
stuffed it inside her briefcase and left. 
************* 
     As she waited for the investor to get out of a meeting, Shelby 
began to realize what Grimmy was talking about.  Fortunately for her, 
she had chosen to wear a body-hugging red dress made from stretchy 
material.  While she sat waiting, her shop was getting more business 
than ever, since yesterday's events had been broadcast on the news.  
Already her breasts were about the size of basketballs and were swelling 
slightly out of the top of her bra and the neckline of her dress, 
showing several inches of cleavage. 
     She was thankful when the man, ironically the owner of a bra-making 
business, finally was able to see her.  It seemed he had prepared a list 
of questions and concerns to pose to Miss Dodson, but the sight of her 
now left him at a loss for words. 
     "Uh M - M - Miss Dodson."  Shelby reached for a handshake but he 
intercepted her hand and kissed it.  "The local news didn't do you 
justice." 
     "I know, I didn't get a chance to give my side of the story." As 
she sat, she heard the velcro adjust on her bra, indicating that her 
breasts were very close to bursting out.  They were bigger than they had 
gotten the other day in jail.  She wasn't sure how the man would take it 
if she exposed her enormous breasts for the second time in as many days, 
so she took control of the meeting to hurry things along and put him on 
the spot. 
     "Mr. Thompson, I'm a busy woman.  I've got several other investors 
to meet with today because, as you know my business is booming..."  Her 
velcro creaked again and she could almost swear that her breasts surged 
outward a full inch more.  As the two large masses loomed in front of 
her she thought, "I feel like a blimp. I'd better speed this up." 
     "Basically, I just need an answer from you.  You know what I can do 
for your business.  What can you do for mine?" 
     Mr. Thompson straightened up as if he were about to say something 
impressive, "Miss Dodson, if you sell my bras in your shop, this is what 
I'll do for you:  I will buy the businesses next to you and expand your 
shop to fill the whole building.  I will hire more employees to handle 
the heavy load of customers you have right now.  I will invest in tv 
commercials for you business as long as you endorse my bras in them and 
I will even open a new branch of your shop in another state.  All you 
have to do is sign here.  What do you say?" 
     Shelby was shocked...this was the first investor she'd visited and 
already she was getting the deal of a lifetime.  "I say YES, Mr. 
Thompson."  She carefully stood up, signed the contract and shook his 
hand. 
     "I like the way you do business Miss Dodson..." 
     "Shelby." 
     "...Shelby...and I look forward to doing it with you in the 
future...er...uh, business that is."  He wiped the sweat from his brow 
and watched her carefully walk out the door.  Her breasts were still 
visible from behind. 
     "This is a dream come true!"  thought Shelby, "I feel...I feel...oh 
my!"  In her breasts, underneath her skin, she felt as if a flood was 
about to happen somehow...like she was about to be pumped full of 
something...like something was about to be transferred into her.  
"Transferred!"  She thought, "He wouldn't start funding me right now 
would he?  My assets couldn't have increased already...oh no!" 
     Her question was answered by a shredding sound as the front of her 
bra finally gave way to her growing breasts.  Fortunately, she was able 
to immediately duck into a bathroom.  She checked all the stalls before 
going into one and closing the door.  As she sat down, she finally 
realized the extent of her situation.  Her breasts were as big as 
pumpkins and rested in her lap.  Remarkably, her dress was still holding 
out, but they were visibly growing larger this time.  Shelby was amazed 
that two things so big could be part of her body.  "I'm huge!  This is 
impossible!  What am I going to do?" 
     Her thoughts were interrupted as she felt the sensation of the 
sides of her breasts pressing against the sides of the stall, the toilet 
paper dispenser pressing painfully into her left breast. She began to 
think of the movie "The Blob" and imagined her breasts filling the 
entire bathroom.  "Oh God!  What if they do get that big?"  Compressed 
by the walls, her breasts swelled forward, upward, and downward.  They 
engulfed her legs and began to swell toward the floor.  When she heard 
someone enter the bathroom she realized her growing boobs were visible 
beneath the door of the stall, so she raised her legs and braced her 
feet up against the front corners of the stall, effectively lifting and 
supporting her breasts out of view. 
     "I've got to stop this...GASP!  The phone!"  Shelby remembered what 
she did the previous day and decided to give it a try.  She called her 
bank's computer and found that Mr. Thompson had already transferred a 
large sum of money to her account.  She transferred a large percentage 
of it to Madame Nashon and suddenly, her breasts began to shrink.  
Eventually, she was able to put her feet back down and allowed her 
breasts to rest in her lap.  She continued transferring money until her 
breasts were each slightly smaller than basketballs. 
     "Thank goodness this dress didn't rip.  I don't have time to get a 
change of clothes before my next meeting."  Her ordeal had slightly 
stretched her amazing dress out of shape, however.  Her breasts would 
have to be at least the size of basketballs for it to fit right.  She 
could feel that they were still growing thanks to the sales at her shop, 
and estimated that her dress would be a perfect fit by the time she went 
to her second meeting with the president of a lingerie manufacturing 
company. 
************* 
     When the lingerie exec's secretary finally let her in to see him, 
however, her breasts were each the size of Halloween pumpkins. She had 
given up trying to get her bra back on, yet her enormous breasts still 
loomed in front of her like two enormous blimps. Their tops swelled 
above her neckline forming two small hills bulging out of her dress.  
She held her hands underneath the bottoms of her breasts, supporting 
them like a forklift.  Each step caused the entire frontal mass to bob 
downward heavily in the direction of the planted foot, and then a 
rebound in the other direction followed by a small wave of jiggling.  
The waves of jiggling crescendoed with every step so that when she 
finally reached the man's desk, her breasts were wobbling wildly.  
Shelby had to bring her hands from underneath her breasts and hug them 
forcefully to bring them under control. 
     She reached out her hand for a handshake and was shocked to see 
that not only was her hand obscured from view by her immense mammaries, 
but so was most of the desk in front of her.  In fact, the only thing 
she could see was the gape-jawed expression on the man's face.  Shelby 
was about to withdraw her outreached hand when she felt a piece of paper 
and a pen shoved into it.  She held her arm out to her side and then 
brought the paper above her bust so she could read it.  Apparently, some 
time during her amazing stroll across the office, the man had retained 
enough composure to type up a contract very similar to the one she had 
gotten before, only it promised more profit and begged her to be the 
spokesperson in their commercials.  She was going to be rich beyond her 
wildest dreams just from these two investors alone!  Shelby eagerly 
signed the contract on top of her breasts, thanking God that there were 
no i's in her name to dot.  She thanked the man and set the contract on 
his desk several inches in front of him so he wouldn't drool on it and 
left the office. 
     Although she was now guaranteed to become very wealthy, Shelby's 
main concern was to get back to her store before the incident in the bra 
company bathroom was repeated.  Besides, her back was killing her.  She 
decided the express elevator was her best bet and walked as quickly as 
she could to get there.  She was the only one inside when she stepped on 
and pressed the button for the lobby.  At first she thought she was 
going to make a clean getaway, but the elevator had only gone down a few 
floors when Shelby's breasts once again began to expand rapidly. 
     "Oh no, not again!" she groaned as her already mountainous globes 
expanded to the size of beach balls.  She began to reach for the cell 
phone in her purse, but then clutched at the sides of her breasts as the 
weight of the increasing flesh dragged her to the floor.  She fell to 
her knees and bent forward, leaning on her expanding boobs.  In a few 
seconds she was able to kneel comfortably with her breasts resting on 
the ground in front of her. Last time her breasts were big enough to 
fill a bathroom stall, and already they were about to surpass even that 
vast size. 
     "My God!  They're enormous!  I can't believe it!  My tits are 
bigger than the rest the rest of me!"  Her amazing dress finally burst 
off her breasts, sounding like the muffled pop of a water balloon.  
Immediately, Shelby's nipples hit the cool metal of the elevator doors 
and her breasts began to push her towards the back wall of the elevator.  
The ding of the bell brought Shelby back to her senses as she realized 
the doors were about to open for someone to get on.  She reached into 
her purse and grabbed the cell phone, but suddenly a sharp jerk shook it 
from her hands as the elevator began to plummet toward the basement.  
Her breasts had exceeded the maximum weight capacity!  Shelby felt like 
she was floating as the box she was in accelerated towards certain doom. 
     "My breasts!  Too much weight!  I've got to lighten the load!" But 
the cell phone was no where in sight.  Meanwhile, her breasts became 
bigger and bigger.  She was amazed when she felt her tits squeezing 
against the hard wood of the side walls of the elevator. They filled the 
entire view in front of her.  "I can't believe this is all me," she 
said, spreading her arms wide and then leaning on top of the throbbing 
mass.  She hugged her jiggling pile of boob flesh as if it was a giant 
teddy bear as her life flashed before her eyes.  Shelby snapped out of 
her trance, however, when she heard the sound of wood breaking.  Her 
breasts were becoming too wide for the elevator!  She straightened up, 
finding they were now large enough for her to stand with them resting on 
the floor.  She watched as the side panels bulged outward from the force 
of her growing breasts.  She watched her bust slowly trying to force its 
way out of the elevator, every once in a while turning her attention to 
the rapidly falling digits on the elevator display. 
     Suddenly, she heard a loud screeching noise and saw sparks through 
the holes her breasts had torn in the walls.  The numbers on the display 
descended more and more slowly until finally she felt the elevator grind 
to a halt right at the basement floor.  The metal framework of the 
elevator had been forced outward against the elevator shaft and stopped 
her descent! 
     "I'm saved by my breasts!"  Shelby laughed nervously, collapsing as 
far forward as she could before her bust stopped her. The tops of her 
breasts now rose higher than her body, and she almost forgot the fact 
they were still growing until she felt herself being pressed against the 
back wall of the elevator. 
     "Huh, oh no!  They're still growing!  I can't stop it!  I'll be 
crushed!"  Just then the cell phone came into view, wedged high atop her 
breasts in the middle of her cleavage.  But no matter how hard she 
tried, she couldn't reach it.  It was becoming difficult to breathe, and 
in frustration she pounded her breasts with her fists.  The punches sent 
waves through her breasts that dislodged the cell phone and it fell 
within inches of her hand. 
     "Hold on lady!  We'll get you out!"  came a voice from outside.  
The elevator creaked as the tops of her breasts reached the elevator 
ceiling.  Finally, the slope of the giant orbs was steep enough that the 
cell phone slipped into her waiting hand. She quickly dialed the bank 
and transferred assets to Madame Nashon in the highest increments her 
bank would allow.  Rapidly her breasts shrank and released her from the 
wall.  She could only get them down to the size of beach balls before 
the elevator doors started to weaken.  She ripped her dress and 
converted it into a skirt.  She retrieved the oversized t-shirt from her 
now crushed briefcase and managed to pull it over her mighty boobs just 
before the emergency team ripped the doors open. 
     She jogged past them and jiggled away as fast as she could. 
     "Wow, she's huge!"  gasped one of the men. 
     "If they only knew," thought Shelby, and quickly found her car and 
sped away. 
***************** 
     Shelby's destination was very clear to her.  She was now very 
wealthy, but she could no longer stand the bizarre behavior of her 
breasts.  She stormed into the eerie black building as fast as she could 
get her chest to go and wobbled over to Madame Nashon. 
     "Madame Nashon, I..." 
     "I know why you're here.  I'm glad you made it out of the elevator 
without injury.  I'm afraid the magic I gave you was a little too 
strong." 
     "A little??" 
     "I understand that you're not satisfied, and want to break off our 
contract." 
     "Yes, please!  I can't take this anymore!" 
     "I expected your arrival, and I already prepared this antidote.  I 
see that you have learned how to control your size by transferring your 
funds to someone." 
     "Yes..."  It seemed that Madame Nashon hadn't checked her bank 
account yet.  "Won't she be surprised," thought Shelby. 
     "Well here is what you must do.  Drink from this vial," Nashon 
pulled a vial from her pocket and handed it to Shelby, who eagerly 
gulped it down.  It tasted much better than the other potion. 
     "By 6:00 pm, you must make them the size that you desire...after 
then the spell will be broken and that is the size you will remain." 
     "That's it?" 
     "That's it." 
     "Thank you Madame Nashon!  I am eternally grateful." 
     "Oh don't thank me, I have caused you much trouble.  I only hope I 
can compensate you enough for your hardships." 
     Shelby raced back to the shop and helped Bosco and Grimmy clear out 
the customers.  She didn't want to do any more growing before the spell 
wore off.  She then called her bank and transferred enough funds to 
Madame Nashon so that her breasts shrank to a size slightly larger than 
basketballs.  Their weight was painful, but she liked the effect that 
size had on the second investor she had visited. 
     Shelby was about to close the shop behind Bosco and Grimmy as they 
left for the day when Grimmy turned back to say a few words. 
     "I hope you've settled everything with my aunt.  Maybe now you know 
that magic is dangerous to play around with." 
     "I suppose so, but it did turn my business around." 
     "Funny, I didn't think you were satisfied." 
     "Well, I'm not...not yet anyway.  Thank your aunt for me." 
     "I will.  I'll be picking her up from the bank today." 
     "The bank?" 
     "Yeah, it seems she's had a lot of unsatisfied clients recently.  
Serves her right for having a money-back guarantee." 
     "Well, maybe her finances won't be as bad as she thinks.  See you 
tomorrow Grimmy." 
     Shelby locked the door and looked at the clock.  5:40 pm. Only 20 
minutes to go.  "I won't be needing this anymore," she said, and tossed 
her cell phone on the counter next to the cash register.  She then 
roamed around her shop, picking out various outfits that would fit her.  
She finally picked out a black dress like the red one she had destroyed 
earlier.  She put it on without a bra to reproduce the look she had when 
she visited the lingerie company.  As she admired herself in the mirror 
at the back of the store, she began to think about Grimaldi's words. 
     "It sounded as if Nashon has to make some big paybacks for poor 
work.  She should never have to work again with the money I've given 
her.  Lucky for her I'm satisfied with her work or she'd have to pay me 
back."  Shelby froze and stared blankly into the mirror. "But...she's 
breaking the spell because I wasn't...satisfied...but ...but...all that 
money...surely she wouldn't...GASP!"  Shelby snapped back to her senses, 
"When does the bank close?!  6:00 pm?!" Shelby glanced at the clock.  
5:50 pm.  "If Madame Nashon is at the bank, she'd probably be making her 
deposit right about..." 
     Suddenly, Shelby's breasts began to tingle fiercely.  It was as if 
she could sense the abundant wealth being transferred to her account and 
being added to her assets.  She once again stared blankly at the mirror 
and froze as her breasts surged outward faster than they ever had 
before.  They swelled like two bloated water balloons being filled from 
a fire hose.  Frightened by the sight of herself growing so rapidly, she 
broke her stare and turned away from the mirror.  Her breasts expanded 
to the size of beach balls and then bean bag chairs within seconds and 
the weight threw her to the ground, her body bouncing on top of them.  
Seconds later they were so large that she rose to her feet and bent at 
the waist, comfortably resting her torso on the soft, warm mass of 
breasts beneath her.  The dress literally exploded this time, not 
leaving a shred of cloth to cover her body. 
     "What have I done," she thought as seconds later she was able to 
stand up straight, her growing tits only inches shorter than the height 
of her body.  In seconds more, her breasts were large enough to dwarf a 
minivan.  Like before, her breasts were rapidly becoming the only thing 
she could see.  They swelled before her, toppling clothes racks and 
crushing mannequins.  Her gigantic nipples crept forward, leading twin 
paths of destruction like guided cruise missiles.  As she gazed over the 
top of them, she felt as if she was watching the horizon of some 
heavenly body, steadily gaining mass until it dwarfed everything in 
site.  Seconds later, her breasts reached more than half the distance to 
the front of the store, thankfully rising high enough now to block her 
view of her disastrous mistake. 
     Now all she could watch was two giant walls of her own flesh 
rapidly rising above her, growing toward the ceiling.  She could still 
feel her nipples clearing a path toward the front of the store.  
Finally, her breasts met the ceiling and side walls.  She was totally 
engulfed in tits and waited to be crushed to death against the mirror on 
the back wall.  As she held her breath, she felt the her breasts meet 
the front wall, increasing the pressure against her body at the opposite 
side of the store.  She was about to lose conscientiousness when the 
flimsy two-way mirror shattered and she was pushed through into her back 
office. 
     "I...I'm still alive." 
     That revelation made her feel as if she was waking from a dream, 
but she soon realized that she was still firmly attached to two mammoth 
body parts which slightly bulged through the hole where the mirror used 
to be.  "Unnh, I can feel all the walls in there...what's going to 
happen to me?"  A rumbling sound echoed throughout the building and 
Shelby noticed cracks forming in the back wall.  She closed her eyes, 
feeling the sensation of her gigantic breasts swelling inside a huge 
brick box.  She heard debris falling around her but didn't open her eyes 
until she felt the cool night air and realized there was no more 
pressure on her chest.  Her building was completely demolished.  It 
would take all her wealth just to pay for the damages to nearby 
businesses. 
     She gazed at the mountain her bust had become.  If felt like she 
was attached to two small planets.  They didn't seem to be growing 
anymore.  Shelby gasped when she realized what that meant. "It's past 6 
pm.  The spell is broken.  I'm stuck like this forever." 
     As the sirens came, Shelby meditated for a while before she burst 
into tears.  Her bust terribly bloated with the wealth she desired so 
badly.  Now it seemed that she possessed nothing, and yet possessed more 
than she ever wanted... 
The End...more tales to come 


