Poor Jasmine had been pitting herself all day as she strode through the forest. This semester had been miserable, specially when it came to men. Her small breasts and thin figure didn't help much among men. She had become lesbian and now guilt troubled her. How could she come out with her folks? The worst part was being ignored by the woman she loved so much. Irene had the most beautiful breasts at school. They were huge. Jasmine didn't know what she was in love with, Irene or her tits. Was she in love with the tits or was she jealous? Did the love for Irene really hide a desire to own those breasts? To attract men? To not be lesbian?
Her gentle way had gotten along well with the dikes at school, but she desired Irene. Now at camp it seemed even less probable to strike a date with her true love. The boys were all over Irene. How could she get a hold of her? Just for one second. As if it really mattered. Jasmine knew very well the second Irene stood in front of her, her blood would freeze and she'd end up making a fool of herself. As usual!
Her walking took her to a forgotten house near a hill. It was all run down, but there was enough roof remaining to cover her from the slight rain that was falling. She took shelter in what remained of the old farm house, she ate a snack she'd brought and daydreamed of sucking on Irene's wonderful breasts. She became increasingly more tired and without noticing fell asleep. She woke up a few hours later to realize it was getting late. If she didn't turn back to camp now she'd have to stay outside and who the hell knew what kind of animals lived out here at dark.
As she left the old building she saw some fireflies flying around the farm's water well. She closed in to admire the little bugs. She played with them for a moment or two. Then the well caught her attention. What if the well was a wishing well? Wouldn't it be a nice setting for a story? As she was about to turn around, from her pocket came a quarter. Her hand gently lifted it and threw it into the well. Jasmine said without even thinking it, “I wish three of my wishes came true today.” She knew exactly on who she'd use those three wishes if they ever came true. She'd make Irene hers forever if she could.
Back at the shelter, things were getting ready for a party that night. Furniture was getting moved around and music was being selected. Shortly, some of the guys drove in with the beer. Jasmine thought about tonight. It would be the same old shit. Guys getting drunk. Irene going off with some guy to get laid and she, she would have to get herself licked clean by one or two of the girls around. She just had to do it with Irene. It wasn't the same without love. She loved her so much. Why couldn't Irene see it?
As the night drew on Jasmine grew hornier seeing Irene with this other guy. She was getting kind of drunk and wasn't minding anymore if she stared or not. Suddenly Irene got up and started to walk right to her. 'Oh my,' she thought, 'Oh my.' Was Irene coming to speak to her, had she realized? Would she like her? Or had she noticed and was coming to get an explanation of why Jasmine was starring so much? It was none, Irene strode right by and to the bathroom. Jasmine's heart broke. The guy Irene was with just got up and took another beer. In a low voice Jasmine wished, “Of all days. Please wishing well. Give me this one wish. Make Irene fall in love with me. I wish this. I wish Irene fell in love with me.”
Jasmine's thoughts wandered off on Irenes body. She didn't notice her approaching as she turned around. Both girls bumped into each other and Jasmine's beer hit her square in the chest.
"I'm sorry. Oh I'm so sorry." Said Irene.
“Oh, it’s nothing.”
"Please let me help you." Irene took Jasmine's glass and set it on the table. She got a few napkins and started to dry Jasmine out. Jasmine couldn't believe it. Irene was touching her. She was touching her chest, she felt so warm.
"Oh Irene please. Please I can do it." Jasmine was nearly moaning.
"Please, let me help you. I got you wet in the first place."
Jasmine thought about all the ways she was wet right now due to Irene. "Well if you insist." And then both gazes met. She knew she had Irene in her pocket, right that second.
Irene kept on drying Jasmine even though she was already pretty dry. "Irene, I think you'd better stop. Folks are going to get a little suspicious."
"Don't worry, I like helping you."
‘Oh my,’ thought Jasmine. “It's already dry.”
"It's still a little damp. Let us go upstairs and I'll help you get something of mine that fits you."
They went upstairs and into Irene's room. There Jasmine took off her blouse. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to embarrass you, but I don't have bras that will fit you Jasmine. So you might as well get them off too if they're wet and I'll get you a sweat shirt or something."
She took her bra off and set it on the bed. Jasmine was freaked out. One second she was alone downstairs and now she was with Irene. IN Irene's ROOM! This was a wish come true. It had come true. It was a wishing well! Oh, Jasmine was so excited.
Just as she thought that, Irene came over with a towel and embraced her. She started rubbing her tits little by little. "I just want to make sure you don't stay wet. It gets kind of damp up here in the woods. Specially in nights like these."
As Jasmine's head turned to face Irene, Irene struck a big kiss on her lips. It was beautiful. Oh it was true. It was really happening. "Why? Why this, Irene? Why me? I never thought you'd..."
"I'd like you. I don't know. Just as I bumped you coming out of the bathroom I realized how pretty you were. How much I liked you. It all just hit me. Your also sweeter than most of the guys."
"Oh kiss me Irene. Kiss me!"
The went on kissing for a few minutes then started to strip down. They laid down on a couch. Jasmine had finally gotten to see Irene's big breasts. They were better than she thought. Both girls started sucking on each other’s tits.
"Oh Jasmine you turn me on like no one else. I want you more. Give me more, come on!"
Jasmine started sucking Irene's tits and fingering her clit. "Oh I want more of you too Irene. Give me more Irene. I wish you gave me more of what you've got that I like so much."
Then suddenly Irene twitched with pain and stumbled to the floor. "Jasmine help. It hurts."
"What? What hurts? Oh please don't die on me like this. Not now, not here. Irene please. What's going on?"
Irene tumbled on the floor grabbing her chest as with great pain. Jasmine reached for her, but was turned away by pain on her own chest. She couldn't help but twitch on the floor. For a few minutes both girls laid there moaning in pain. Although Irene's pain continued, Jasmine’s subsided and within a second she was up and looking down on her chest. To her surprise, she had a new set of tits, small as they were, right under the original. Then she realized that Irene would be a while growing her huge tits all over again. It was so exciting. Not only had she gotten her true love. Now they were both sex machines equipped with two sets of breasts. She had accidentally wished this by asking more of what she liked so much. Panic hit her. She could hide her small tits, but Irene's huge jugs wouldn't conceal so easily. What if she didn't like them and cursed her. Her second wish had come true. She had one left and should be careful on how she phrased it. She shouldn't wish anything else while she was having sex.
Slowly Irene recovered from the painful growth of her two extra breasts. She looked startled and apparently didn't notice her extra weight. She gasped as her head turned on Jasmine.
"You..You...You've got four tits. Oh my god! You've got four tits. How did you do that? Where were you hiding them?"
"The same place you were hiding yours."
"What do you mean Jasmine?", as she looked down on her chest. "Ahhhrgggg...."
Jasmine struggled hard to get Irene's fainted body onto the couch again. There, she let her rest until she woke up, but not without taking advantage of the situation and exploring her girlfriend's new rack. It was wonderful. Irene had four cleavages, two on top and two on the sides. Jasmine played with her own tits too. It was exciting to have twice as many tits. They were sooooo sensible to her touch. She played until it was obvious Irene was coming to.
"What, what ohhh!!!!! It isn't a dream we really have four set of tits. Shit, at least you can hide yours. Me, what am I supposed to do? Stuff them into my belly?"
Jasmine got noticeably upset and snapped back. "Why you little bitch. For such a short time awake you're awfully grouchy. Why don't you do something better and touch them. It’s not like they're going to fall off, and they're not going anywhere any time soon."
Oh, Irene was pissed all right, but she was even hornier still, so she did as told. Moans started to come from her lips almost as soon as she touched her nipples. Soon enough she was rubbing her tits hard and thrusting her arms between all four.
"I don't know how the hell this happened Jasmine, but I like it. I like it a lot. Ohhhh!!!!"
"I don't know either," replied Jasmine. Hoping Irene wouldn't see through her lie. Two strong shifts in personal behavior in one night were enough to get anyone suspicious. She hated lying, but it was the only way to go now. She only hoped things didn't get any worse because of it. Maybe she should use her last wish to wish nothing happened. 'No way, that would take Irene away from me.', she thought,'That was not an option.'
"I'm tired of rubbing my tits. Now its your turn, Jasmine. Come, honey, suck them all up."
'Yes, that was not an option.' She repeated the thought again as she laid her lips on Irene’s four huge breasts.
Both girls started sucking and kissing each other. They were so wet and horny. They just kept at it. They were loosing their minds. Irene kept pushing for more. Moaning in her soft voice,"More, more, more. Do it more."
Oh Jasmine had wanted this so much. Now she had it, all of it and twice as much. She would enjoy it all her life. Or would she? What if the spell wore of? The wishes disappeared. They were so close to coming now. They were blowing their minds off. Jasmine sucked Irene's tits harder as they both fingered each other.
"Oh Jasmine my darling. I love you. I love you. Do this every night. Do this always. I wish you did this every night. Oh yes...."
"I wish so too my love, I wish so ....", ups, too late. Jasmines moaning voice was silenced. The sentence never finished. Her mouth opened as much as possible to take on Irene's tit and then it stuck there. It was stuck, like glue. No, it had become one with Irene's tit. Inside her mouth she could feel Irene's nipple enlarge. Irene was going wild. She hadn't noticed. All she felt was Jasmine tongue working her nipple. Irene climaxed, stumbled, and fell from the couch to the floor. Bringing Jasmine down with her head first.
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"What the fuck, bitch? That hurt, get off me," snapped Irene then settled back. “Oh but if felt great. Like never before."
"Blbblbaablblb. Bblalhhbabblll," uttered Jasmine.
"What the fuck are you saying? Get off me already. Oh, don't, don't. It feels so good, but quit it." Irene, laying on her back, hadn't take notice of the past events.
"Blblblbaabblblhhhh."
"Get off," said Irene as she pushed Jasmine's head back. "OH.. Auch! Oh shit what the fuck is this. Stop playing with the super glue idiot, it isn't funny."
"Blblblbaabbhhl ahhblblbblblhhhh."
"Shit, this is real?"
"MMMHMHHH," murmured Jasmine.
"Your my freaking tit siamese. Two extra tits I can handle, but a whole fucking bitch hanging of one is too much. What's the story on this? What's it with you? You had something to do with it, right?"
No point hiding it anymore. It was obvious to Irene something funky had happened. Over the next few hours they would have a written conversation to explain the situation. Eventually none would ever be separated again. They would realize it was just to exciting to be together, plus they made a shitload of money as freaks. For the moment all Jasmine could reply to Irene's questions was: "MMMHMHHH.”