Chapter V: Now You're In Trouble
Brenda awoke to one of the most horrid sights she had ever seen, herself.
Brenda couldn't believe that last night wasn't a dream. She hoped that
everything might have just been a nightmare, but a heavy weight on her chest
reminded her that she wasn't dreaming at all. She had been cursed and there
wasn't a thing she could do about it. A cursory examination of her clothing
revealed that she was wearing the same exact clothing that she had on last
night. She quickly flung it all off, but once again the clothes started
changing. Brenda saw her tennis shoes change colors, texture, and shape. They
gradually turned themselves into a complete replica of her three-inch pumps.
Brenda's shirt and jeans did the same. It seemed that she'd be cursed to
wearing the same pair of clothes for the rest of her life.
Brenda stomped her foot on the ground in defiance and anger, but the only
result was a jiggling parade of tit flesh that seemed to go on for hours.
Brenda, reminded of just how large her new breasts were, stormed out of her
dorm infuriated. She didn't know where she wanted to go or what she wanted to
do, but she just wanted to get away from her mirror. It was one thing to have
a nice pair of D-cup boobs, but quite another to have a pair of cantaloupes
sticking to her chest. D-cup breasts would fill a sweater or dress out nicely.
It would accentuate her curves and make her look wonderfully feminine. Brenda
doubted any dress or sweater was made for her new tits. She only saw them as
a monstrosity. She'd heard the stories of big-breasted women before. They all
said that once the D-cup mark is passed, appreciative looks and nice comments
turn into freakish leers and rude remarks.
Brenda went back in her dorm before the people on her wing got suspicious.
She grabbed a history book and took off toward the elevator. Hoping to get
some peace and quiet with her book, Brenda went to the lobby and headed off
toward the lounge. Since it was a Sunday, Brenda figured there wouldn't be
anyone in the lounge area. The only people who bothered to study on a Sunday
morning were people in their rooms. She didn't think anyone would leave to
come down to the lounge.
"Hi. I think you need to either leave or go get your friend." someone told
Brenda as she entered the lounge, realizing that her assumption was incorrect.
"What." Brenda asked, visibly annoyed.
"Here at Mojave residence hall, we have a policy. All non-residents must be
escorted at all times by a resident. You need to either leave or find your
friend and stick with them." the person said.
Brenda recognized the man as one of the desk assistants, who obviously didn't
recognize Brenda's new looks. "Look, I live here. I'm in room 544. Now just
leave me alone."
"I know pretty much everyone in the building and I don't know you."
"Hey, fuck you! I told you I live here, now get the fuck away from me you
little shit." Brenda, now extremely annoyed, said.
"I'm gonna write you up you big-titted bitch." the desk assistant said to her.
"Oooo I'm so afraid of you. I can say whatever the fuck I want asshole." The
desk assistant, annoyed that this girl tried to challenge his authority walked
closer and shoved her down onto one of the couches.
"Hey watch the hands you fucking pervert." Brenda screamed out. Pissed off
that this guy just pushed her, she kicked her leg out and tripped him as he
walked back to the desk. The desk assistant fell flat on his face.
"I'm gonna kill you bitch!"
Brenda, after hearing this, ran out of the lounge toward a more public area.
Her breasts bounced up and down as she ran out of the lounge. She knew the
guy would be behind her, so she ran into the elevator and pressed "5",
followed by "Door Close".
The desk assistant ended up slamming into the closing elevator door. Brenda
laughed at him through the door and said, "See you in hell, asshole!"
The desk assistant walked back toward his desk and resolved to get revenge on
the "bimbo from 544." Brenda, now safe in the elevator, noticed the sensation
of transformation start again. She realized that tripping the desk assistant
constituted wrath. Looking down at her body, she saw her breasts heave out in
expanse. Her shirt stretched out with it, barely containing her new set of
tits. Now, with her tits easily being the size of volleyballs, Brenda felt
like a huge-breasted freak. Her shirt was now more like a bra, struggling to
contain her bosom's expanse. Brenda's nipples pressed hard into the newly
transformed top and were easily visible through the stretched-thin fabric.
Although it didn't look like it, her new top securely held Brenda's chest in
place.
When the elevator stopped at the top floor, Brenda's chest began quivering
for what seemed like forever to Brenda. Each step she took toward her dorm
was almost as bad, causing her breasts to quake with motion. Even tip-toeing
caused her chest to heave in motion. Brenda's center of gravity, which,
throughout the last two days has been constantly moving upward, caused her to
feel uncomfortable walking. She just couldn't get used to the new sensation
of having a ton of weight concentrated up on her chest.
Jeri was shocked as she saw the "new Brenda" walk into her dorm room after
only a short time downstairs. "Jesus Christ, girl! What did you do? Kill
someone?"
"No." Brenda replied with a scowl. "I just tripped this DA who was being a
dick. He actually pushed me. I could sue his ass and get him fired."
"You should." Jeri encouraged her.
"I have larger concerns at the moment, Jeri. The last thing I need is a
lawsuit. Maybe I'll do something if I get some free time. I'm not about to
start suing people until I find someway to get this growth under control. I
can't be expanding every single time I get pissed off at someone. It just
isn't going to work."
"Well you'll have to find that old guy and get him to take the spell off or
something. Otherwise well, you know."
"Yeah, I do know. I'll be ruined. I already look like a Barbie doll. If I
don't fix this, I'll end up even worse."
"Brenda, you are way past Barbie. You used to look like a Barbie doll. Now
you're looking more like a twig with tits. I mean look at yourself! You are
way past any normal proportions. Your waist is impossibly thin, your hips are
flaring out, and your tits are almost as big as pumpkins. I'm sorry, but that
isn't even remotely human looking. I hate to break it to you like this, but
you look more like a circus freak than a woman."
"Well fuck you." Brenda screamed at Jeri. "I can't believe this." Brenda said
sporadically, her voice affected by heavy crying. Brenda ran to her bed and
planted her head on her pillow and continued to cry. Jeri, although feeling
sorry for her roommate, couldn't help but find it funny at the difficulty
Brenda had just lying face down on her bed. As Brenda put weight down on her
breasts, they pancaked out on her bed, spreading in all directions. Taking up
more width than Brenda's torso, Jeri shook her head at the big-titted bimbo
her roommate had become. Although she still had her mental faculties, no one
would see Brenda for anything else than a sex object. Jeri knew Brenda would
spend the rest of her life gradually growing as she committed sin after sin.
She might have a successful career in T&A films, but no one else would take
her seriously.
Neither of them could see or hear him, but floating outside the dorm window
was an old man laughing hysterically, trying to guess what sin Brenda would
commit next.
