Amanda was upset. Jason had just announced the end of their relationship on Tuesday, and by Thursday, he was already with Laura! Amanda talked it over with her friend Erin on the phone.
"Why would he do that to me?"
"You know as well as I do."
Amanda got the idea. Laura's boobs made Amanda's look pathetic. In
fact, at only a 36A, anyone's made Amanda's look pathetic.
"But there's nothing I can do about that!"
"Tough luck. That's the way guys are."
Amanda decided to do what she always did when she was mad. She went to the mall.
Just a few paces from the food court, she saw a new store where the Waldenbooks used to be. "Spells 'R' Us", the sign read. "What the hell, why not?" she asked herself, and entered the shop.
It looked deserted for a little while, when suddenly an old man in a brown bathrobe crept out of the shadows. "Anything I can do for you, Amanda?"
In her surprise, she payed little attention to the fact that this stranger knew her name. "Not really, just browsing."
"I know there's something I can do," he said, his eyes flashing.
Amanda was surprised by this man's eagerness to serve.
"Not unless you can give me big boobs," she muttered under her breath.
"Boobs? I beg your pardon?" the old man asked. He was more senile than he appeared, she thought.
"You know... breasts."
"Ah, well, why didn't you say so!" he exclaimed. He waved his hands around and chanted strangely.
Amanda was shocked. Two large, disembodied breasts were on the counter, right in front of her! "Maybe he *can* do it," she thought.
"Umm... that's not what I meant. Attached to me, I mean," she explained patiently. The old man looked a bit disappointed.
"Oh. Okay. Just pardon me for a second and I'll be back with what you need."
Amanda stood in the shop self-consciously for a few moments. What if Jason would see her?
There was a bang from the back, and the old man emerged, waving off smoke and holding a flask of bluish liquid. He looked excited.
"Here we are! One bottle of Bosom Soda, ready for use."
Amanda was slightly doubtful, but if the price was right, what did she have to lose?
"How much will that cost me?"
"Oh, as a first-time customer, it's a gift from me."
She was surprised. Very surprised. "Thank you, very, very much!"
"No, thank you."
When Amanda got home, no one was there. She immediately sprinted to the bathroom and removed her clothing. She looked at her tiny breasts. "Goodbye forever, you little bastards," she thought, and took a shot of the liquid.
It tasted like ordinary cola, but after she swallowed, she felt somewhat lightheaded. She figured it was just some joke that someone had played on her. "Goddamnit!" she yelled, and shoved the bottle in the back of the medicine cabinet.
It was dinnertime now, and Amanda was hungry. She had already eaten three hamburgers, and she had shown no sign of stopping.
"What's gotten into you?" her mother asked. She was used to a weight-conscious daughter.
"Pig!" said Amanda's eight year old sister, Erica. Normally, Amanda would have an insult ready, but she was too busy stuffing herself full of food.
"Maybe this should be your last one," her mother said. Amanda nodded, although she was still hungry.
After dinner, Amanda went up to her room. It was only seven o'clock, yet she felt quite tired. She figured she would just take a little nap and get it out of her system.
When she awoke, it was six in the morning. She looked at the clock with alarm. "Oh my God, I've got to get ready for school!" she thought. She grabbed some clean clothes and ran to the bathroom.
She turned on the shower and hurriedly disrobed. Something wasn't quite right, but she couldn't pinpoint it as she washed. When she left the shower, she dried quickly and started to put her clothes back on.
Her bra didn't fit. It was obvious. There was no way it could close around her. She was amazed. She turned to look in the mirror. There they were, two massive breasts resting on her chest. She touched one. And she felt it. They were hers.
She was elated. She quickly ran to her mother's room and quietly stole a bra from her drawers. "She's a 36C, and this is even a bit tight!" she thought. Amanda threw on the rest of her clothes and went to school.
The changes at school were obvious. Guys who had never given her a second look before were now staring at her huge tracts of land. In the girl's locker room, Kristin started to criticize her for stuffing, but Amanda tore off her shirt and revealed that it was all hers. Kristin quieted down.
After school, Mike, a guy she'd always found cute, came up to her.
"Hi, Amanda," he said, although it was obvious he meant, "Hello, knockers."
"Hi, Mike," she said, trying to be alluring. It had never worked before, but now it was different. He was practically drooling.
"Um, I was wondering, if, um, we could, like, get together tomorrow night..." he trailed off.
"Sure!" she said, flashing a huge smile. He was just as happy, as she could judge by the lump in his pants.
"See you then."
"Yup," she said, and walked away.
That night, Amanda went to the bathroom immediately after dinner. She pulled out her vial of Bosom Soda (what a silly name, she thought), and saw that it was full again. Normally, she would be shocked, but after what had happened in the last few days, she wouldn't be surprised at anything. She downed it in one gulp.
Amanda woke up the next morning feeling sore. She went to the bathroom to see what changes had occured. Her breasts were even larger than before. They hung down to her bellybutton. She hadn't thought of what she'd use for a bra, so she quickly tied the ends of hers to some string to make it longer and larger. She also noticed some previously nonexistent moles underneath her massive breasts.
As today was Saturday, she didn't have to go to school, so she just took another swig of the bottle and went to her room to nap.
She woke up very late. She stumbled to the kitchen to see a note that her mother and sister were at Erica's ballet and wouldn't be home until late. She smiled and thought of Mike.
She opened the refrigerator and poured herself a glass of pop. An exposed nipple slid into the glass.
She dropped the bottle and screamed. "I thought I had them restrained!" she thought. She tore off her shirt.
And fainted.
When she came to, she saw that it was no dream. Beneath her two perfect breasts were another two, and another two! She was a six-breasted freak! She rushed to the phone and dialed up Mike.
"Uh.. Mike.. something's come up.. I can't go out with you tonight. Bye!"
"Wait..." she heard him say as she hung up the phone. She had to do something about this. The old man!
She jumped in the car and drove to the mall. Once there, she ran to his shop, the incessant bouncing of her breasts annoying her all the way.
She fell. Looking down, she saw two small, brown circles on her shoulders. The area beneath them started to swell. "Oh, shit..." she thought, as she continued to run while spouting her fourth pair of breasts.
Fortunately, very few were at the mall at this time. She rounded a corner and charged into Spells 'R' Us.
"Hello, Amanda, how may I help..."
"YOU!" she screamed.
"Something not right?" he asked.
"Come look at this," she said, charging into the stockroom. The old man obediently followed.
She tore off her shirt. Eight breasts now graced her torso, and she could feel a swelling on her legs. "YOU did this to me!"
"Oh, dear, oh, dear..."
"What!?!?!?"
"Ah, I believe I made a little mistake in the spell. You have to be rather specific when creating these potions, and I sort of..."
"Sort of what!?!?!" she said furiously. Her tongue was starting to thicken in the feeling that she now knew to be the growth of a breast.
"You wanted big breasts, and I gave them to you... but I forgot to specify how many."
She was furious. Her whole life had been ruined, taken away, by one little bottle. She started to cry.
The old man hugged her, and lifted up her head, being careful not to touch the breasts on her ears. "It's okay. I'm responsible for this, and I'll take care of you. I've had problems like this before, with people wanting to be young again. I'll let you live here and nurse them."
She was annoyed, but she realized she had no other option. She nodded, all sixteen breasts swaying.
"Good," he said. "I think you'll find it to be a rewarding experience."
He brought in sixteen babies, who all immediately crawled towards one of her nipples. As they started to suck, Amanda realized that finally, there were people that needed her, people that loved her. Her wish, in a bizarre way, had come true.
Erica got out of the shower and reached into the bathroom closet for the hairspray. Behind it, her hands came upon a little bottle of blue liquid. It smelled nice, and she decided she might as well take a sip...