-   The Artist   -
            part 1
        by  Chimerian

I've always been a far better artist than a writer, and although
this is a story that you might prefer to have told in pictures,
I'm going to do my best to put it all into words.  I'm going to
start the story at a time about a year ago, because to put it
simply, compared to the events of the last year, and the changes
I have been through, the previous 27 years of my life were
nothing much to write about. 

I had been working for the advertising agency for barely a month.
They had hired me for my apparent skills as a graphic artist, and
had assigned me to do some ad layouts for one of their lesser
accounts. It was a Monday morning and I was hard at work at my
desk plugging away at the computer working intently with the
graphics and design program trying to finish the layouts for a
deadline which was already a week passed. Or at least I should
say that that's what I appeared to be doing. Although I consider
myself to be a true artist, with a fine eye for shape and form
and design, I have always had trouble focusing my talents and
energies on the job at hand, and would often find my self
distracted into my private daydreams and fantasies. And so it was
that I was in my own little world when my boss stepped up quietly
behind me and watched over my shoulder as played on the computer.
On the screen was the photo of one of the models from the layout
I was supposed to have completed. I was tracing and altering the
outline and the contours of her body. I was morphing the thin and
featurless body of the model into a full and voluptuous woman,
increasing the size of her breasts into large melons, widening
and filling out her hips. I had just finished my artwork and was
going to save the image to my private file as I had done with so
many other images, when I suddenly became aware of someone behind
me.  "Maxwell Beeman! What the hell are you doing?, my boss
shouted in my ear. I was so startled, I jumped and instinctively
reached for the reset button trying to clear the image from the
screen, knocking my coffee into the keyboard in the process.
"Goddamit, Max, You're fired! I want you outta here in half an
hour." Well that was that, straight and to the point. To tell you
the truth, I wasn't at all surprised, this was the third job I
had lost in the last year. In fact over the last several years my
private distractions have gotten me into more trouble and lost me
more jobs than I can keep track of.  I guess I have to admit to
myself that I have a problem, I have an obsession with the female
body.  But I would like to think that its not just a sexual
obsession but an artistic obsession.  In my mind was an image of
the ideal woman, a woman with a body that was full and voluptuous
yet smooth and graceful, with shapely legs that flowed into a
firm and rounded butt and hips that were full and inviting,
tapering into a slender waist and a tummy that was soft yet
toned. Her shoulders and arms would be strong but softly
embracing, and her face would be the face of an angel framed with
a cascade of soft flowing hair that went on forever. But the best
part would be the breasts. Her breasts would be full and round,
yet soft and pillowy, they would be breasts one could get lost
in.  Oh, but such a woman doesn't exist. Such a woman I would
have to create myself. In less than ten minutes I had cleared out
my desk and was heading down the hallway towards the elevator, I
had gotten into the habit of always being ready to leave at a
moments notice. The elevator doors opened and I stepped in. The
car was occupied by several people but my attention was drawn in
particular to a young women standing at the rear. I stepped to
the side and leaned against the wall in a position where I could
observe her without being obvious. I traced with my eyes the
contours of her thin and slender body, thinking to myself that
she shouldnt be so skinny, she would look much better with a
fuller and rounder figure. And so I found myself drifting into
another fantasy, reshaping and sculpting this persons body in my
mind. Adding a few inches here, a few curves there, and as always
filling out her bustline, growing her boobs in my mind to
delightful fullness. "Ah, yes" I thought to myself, "this is my
medium. Other artists may work with clay or canvas, but for
me...."  The elevator dinged and the doors opened snapping me
back to reality. I was the last to exit the elevator into the
parking garage, and I watched the girl's behind as she went
before me. As I pulled out of the parking structure and onto the
street I thought about the girl in the elevator, "maybe I should
have been more sociable, I should have said "hi"  at least,
instead of just staring. But then she wasnt really my type... too
skinny. My type is more..." Then something caught my attention,
as I sat there stopped at a red light a dream floated by in front
of me. She was blond and built and had two of the the biggest
bounciest boobs Ive ever seen outside of the magazines. I watched
with my mouth open as this beautiful woman dressed in a tight
blue dress crossed the street right in front of me. I watched her
behind as she proceeded down the block. The car behind me honked
as the light changed.  Without thinking I switched on my turn
signal and made a right turn in her direction, wanting to have a
longer look. "Here I go again," I thought. As luck would have it,
just ahead a car pulled away from the curb giving me a place to
park. As I parked the car I watched the beauty in blue walk into
a mini-mart. "What the heck," I thought, "I want to try to meet
this one. Maybe I'll just go in and buy something and maybe
strike up a conversation." 

When I walked into the store she was already at the checkstand,
buying some breathmints. I casually strolled over, picked up a
candybar and stood behind her, enjoying the view and trying to
think of some witty way to start a conversation. She glanced back
at me and I smiled. She didnt. My mind was a blank. As she walked
out of the store I quickly paid for my candy bar and hurried to
maybe catch up with her. She was standing just outside and was
apparently waiting for someone. I tried to muster up the nerve to
approach her, and searched for the right words to say.

"Nice day today, isnt it?", I blurted, as I stood there fumbling
with my candybar. "That was dumb," I thought. She looked at me,
unsmiling. "Uh-huh" she finally said, looking away. "My name is
Max, whats yours?" I said , trying a little harder. "Im waiting
for my boyfriend", she said bluntly, "go away". 

At that point I probably should've got the message and just
walked away, but I just has to try one more time. "Aw, c'mon" I
said, "Im just trying to make a little friendly conversation,
lighten up". 

Just then something gripped my neck from behind with a piercing
pain, and a low voice with bad breath growled in my ear. "She
said get lost, you little shit." The pain in my neck increased,
and I reacted by swinging my fist which held the candybar back
over my shoulder towards the source of the bad breath. "YOW, MY
EYE" came the response as my neck was released. I spun around and
jumped back to see who caused me such agony. There in front of me
was a monster of a man who could have been a pro wrestler, six
foot three at least and no less that 250 lbs. He was angry and
red faced and was brushing chocolate and peanuts from an even
redder eye. "You fuckin' li'l maggot, I'm gonna kill you." That
was it for me, I turned and ran like I've never ran before. I ran
for at least three blocks without even looking back and finally
ducked into an alley, and continued to run around two more
corners and down still another alley. I hid in a doorway and
listened. I sat there for a good twenty minutes catching my
breath, thinking to myself how stupid I was for ever getting
myself into a mess like this. I peeked out and finding nobody
around I walked quietly searching for another way out of the
alleyways. Thinking I was safely away from danger I turned
another corner right into a worse situation . I stepped right
into the middle of a confrontation between two men. A scummy
looking white man was holding a knife to the throat of an old
black man and had him pinned up against the wall. "Hey leave him
alone!" I shouted without even thinking. The man with the kniife
jumped back, startled.  "Fuck you!" was all he said as he lunged
towards me, knife first. My reaction was purely defensive and not
at all courageous, I am not at all a fighting type. I swung my
hand towards his approaching face and caught him squarely and
solidly with my fist on his nose.  As I felt the crunch of
cartilage and bone under my knuckles I also felt cold steel
pierce my side. The low-life fell back on the pavement knocked
unconscious and I fell back against the wall beside the black
man. I just stood there for a moment, stunned, watching the still
figure on the ground. I finallly turned and looked closely at the
black man for the first time. His eyes were a striking steel grey
in color and he had a rather relaxed and calming demeanor about
him. "You a good man", he finally said to me, "maybe stoopid, but
a good man." I suddenly became aware of the pain in my side and a
wave of nausea and dizziness swept over me. Everything started to
go go dim and the ground seemed to rush toward my face. When I
finally opened my eyes I was staring into those steel grey eyes
again. "You be still," the old black man said. "You gonna be ok."
I looked around and found I was lying on a bed in a small, dark
and musty room, the walls were covered with shelves, cluttered
with books, jars , boxes, and many strange objects. The place
smelled of incense and looked like a little museum of the
bizarre. "Where am I?" I asked. "You in my place," he replied, "I
fix you up, you ok now." I sat up still feeling a litle dizzy and
reached into my shirt expecting to find a painful wound, but to
my surprise I found nothing, no pain, no wound, no soreness, not
even a scar. "But I remember getting stabbed," I said confused.
"What happened?" "I fix you up good," he said with a funny little
laugh. "Do a little healing magic, make it like it never happen.
I do for you cause you a good man, a little stoopid, ha ha, but a
good man." 

I watched him as he puttered around the room searching through
jars and boxes collecting items together which he was
meticulously combining together in a large crucible on a table in
the middle of the room. "Who are you?," I finally asked. "Where
are you from?"  "They call me Mojo Jim", he said not looking up
from his task. "I come here many year ago from Haiti. I am what
some might call a wizard, and a very good one at that. You do a
very good thing for me, I do for you one in return. I make for
you a powerful spell, grant you one big wish. You think and you
tell me your biggest wish." I laughed and thanked him for his
generous offer, I tried to explain to him that my actions were
not at all any kind of an act of bravery or courage, and it was
by my own sheer stupidity that I ever found myself in that
situation to start with. I tried to tell him the story of how I
ended up in the alleyway. "Maybe not too smart", he agreed "but
the heart is brave and good, and worthy of reward. So, you tell
me your dream, your deepest desire. Make your wish and Mojo Jim
will make it so." He stopped and looked squarely at me with those
steel grey eyes that pierced searchingly into my soul. "Tell me",
he repeated. I stood up and walked over to the window and peered
between the curtains to the city street below. My eyes followed
the form of a slender young woman as she walked down the
sidewalk. I thought for a moment, I could simply wish for money
or some material possesion just to satisfy his request, but I
pondered what I really wanted. "I am an artist" I said. "A
frustrated artist with a nagging obsession. Ive tried to express
myself in drawing, or sculpture, or photography, but it leaves me
empty. Im obsessed with an image of the perfect female body, full
and voluptuous, and a fantasy where I have the ability to
transform, to sculpt, to reshape a womans body into that perfect
image. So many times I've watched women in public, reshaping them
in my mind, imagining them to be growing, and transforming. So
often I have wished that I had the mental ability to change a
womans body at will, To give her those curves she may be lacking,
to give shape to the shapeless, to develop the undeveloped." I
was snapped out of my daydream by a sharp tug at the back of my
head. The old man had snipped a lock of my hair and was adding it
to his mixture. "You a funny man," Mojo Jim said with a laugh.
"You much to learn, and learn you will. You will have your wish,
and all that go with it." As he stirred the mixture in the
crucible it began to emit wisps of a pungent green smoke.
"Someday we meet again and you tell me all what you learn." I
began to feel a bit dizzy and rubbing my eyes I sat back on the
bed.  I was surprised to find the surface on which I sat to be
cold and hard, I opened my eyes and looked around.  I was sitting
on a busstop bench, the afternoon sun was warm on my back. I
shook my head in confusion. No matter how hard I tried, I couldnt
remember how I got there. I looked at my watch, it was tuesday
afternoon, the day after the incident in the alleyway. I again
felt my side...  nothing. I stood up and walked to the corner to
get my bearings and determine where I was and concluded that I
was several blocks from where I parked my car. As I walked, my
head ached. I mulled over in my mind the events of the last 24
hours, losing my job, the lady in blue and her boyfriend, the
encounter in the alleyway, and that crazy old black man and his
nonsense about wizards and wishes and such, maybe it was all just
a bad dream. Arriving at where I remembered my car to be, I
wasn't surprised to find it gone. I looked up at the sign that
said "No overnight parking, tow away zone". This wasnt my first
time having to deal with this, and I knew the impound yard wasnt
far. I decided to step into a nearby diner for a cup of coffee
before having to cope with the problem. The little bell tinkled
as I stepped through the door and took a seat at a booth in the
corner. "Be with you in a moment", the young waitress called to
me. I watched her as she worked at the counter. She was wearing a
neat, pink and white uniform, and as usual I studied the contours
of her body. She was slender and rather flat chested. 

"What can I get for you", she said with a smile as she
approached. She leaned over and wiped my table giving me the
opportunity to catch a brief glimpse down her neckline. I could
see that she was wearing a lacy white bra which held practically
nothing and whatever bosom she may have appeared to have was an
illusion created by the stiffness of her uniform.

"A-cup...." I muttered unthinkingly, "...er... of coffee, please. 
I smiled hoping she didnt catch my distraction. She returned
momentarily, served me with a smile, and returned to her other
duties. "Nice girl", I thought, as I watched her work the
counter, "too bad shes so flat. She'd look much more attractive
if she had a nice set of boobs."  As usual I began to daydream
and visualize her with a bigger bustline. After a few moments of
daydreaming I noticed something, maybe was it just my imagination
but she appeared to be bigger than I had initially sized her up
to be. The more I watched her the more I was convinced that
something was actually happening, she now seemed to be definitely
no less than a b-cup. However she made no indication that she was
aware of any change. Then I noticed as she was clearing some
tables that she uconsciously tugged at her bra strap as if it
were binding, but she still didnt notice anything. A moment later
she approached me with the coffepot. "Refill?" she asked. I
nodded and smiled. As she leaned over to fill my cup, I glanced
again down her neckline and I was convinced. Her chest was
definite filling out and soft pillows of flesh were starting to
puff out over the top of her bra. Yet she still hadnt noticed
anything. Then it hit me... the old black man!, the wish!, could
it be true? Was I responsible for this change in her body? I
watched her as she worked at the counter and I
concentrated..."bigger, fuller," I thought.  A moment later there
was a crash, and everyone in the diner turned to look. The
waitress had dropped the coffee pot and was standing still,
staring in awe at her reflection in the mirror behind the
counter.  She clutched her chest and hurried into the kitchen, I
could hear a commotion of voices as she and another waitress were
apparintly dealing with the surprise of her sudden development. I
felt a little funny, a little excited, and a little embarrased. 
"Did I really do that?" I wondered. I had to find out for sure. 
In a booth against the far wall, two young girls were chatting
over a coke and fries. I watched them closely, they were both
about 17 or 18 years old, and they both had that "waif" look
about them that was so trendy these days, their skinny shoulders
and bony hips showed plainly through their baggy clothes. 
"They're so skinny and unhealthy looking", I thought. "They would
look so much better with about 20 lbs more in the right places." 
I stared at them and concentrated.  "Grow....bigger breasts... 
fuller hips... more voluptuous...", and I watched. I could see
something was happening but they still hadnt noticed, their
bodies were starting slowly to fill out. Their clothes were
starting to tighten, theyre chests were starting to expand.
Suddenly one girls jaw dropped in awe. "My God, Amber, look at
you! You got boobs!" She said in disbelief. Amber looked down at
herself, and grabbed her chest in horror. "My god, they growing,
Im swelling up!" Oh, Lisa, whats happening to me? "OmyGod!", Lisa
hollared, "Me too! Look at me! Were blowing up!" Both girls sat
there squeezing their expanding breasts trying to comprehend just
what was happening to themselves. "My god, Amber, Look at me, Im
looking like Dolly Parton! What's doing this?" "I think its
something we ate, something in the food or the coke!  Omygosh, we
gotta get outta here! Both girls scrambled to get out of their
seats, finding their new fuller bodies to be a little difficult
to maneuver, and they hurried, or rather they bounced and jiggled
their way out of the diner.  I sat there dumbfounded. I just
couldnt believe what I had just done. I looked back towards the
kitchen to see what had become of the waitress. I could see her
in the kitchen, grinning from ear to ear and holding in her hands
a chest that I guessed to be no less than a double-d in size. It
pleased me that she appeared happy with the change. I tossed a
ten dollar bill on the table and left the diner. As I walked down
the street my mind was swimming. I just could not believe the
things that I had apparently done. To think that a lifelong
fantasy should now become such a reality was almost beyond my
comprehension. But for as real as it seemed to be and for as long
as it may last I was going to enjoy this newfound talent and was
ready to test just how far I could go with it.  But I still first
had to deal with the problem at hand of retrieving my car from
the city impound across town. A quick phonecall verified that it
indeed was there. As I stood at the busstop I noticed a woman
sitting on the busstop bench across the street reading a book. I
wondered just what kind of range I had with this new ability of
mine. She was a neatly dressed woman who I guessed to be in her
thirties, but her loose blouse and light jacked prevented me from
accurately judging her bra size, but I guessed it to be perhaps a
b-cup or less. I concentrated and watched her intently. For the
first minute or so she showed no awarness of anything happening. 
Then I noticed that she seemed to lose interest in her reading. 
She kind of shrugged her shoulders and leaned forward a bit,
looking down at herself. She glanced around to see that no one
was watching and slipped a hand under her jacket. She seemed a
bit surprised and concerned at what she found. Glancing around
again she pulled her jacked closed and found that the buttons
didnt quite meet as they apparently had previously. My
concentration on the matter was interrupted by the arrival of my
bus. I climbed on and took a seat near the rear and as the bus
pulled away I could see the woman still standing there in
confusion at her sudden development of a proudly bulging
bustline. I was immensly amused, and excited. I sat there
daydreaming thinking about the possibilities of such a talent, I
mused on the thought of myself travelling the country, growing
bustlines wherever I went, like a Johnny Appleseed of sorts
growing boobs instead of apples. I was snapped from my fantasy by
a noisy group of several schoolgirls that had boarded the bus and
had taken seats just ahead of me. I guessed them to be perhaps 11
or 12 years of age, and they were jabbering amongst themselves
about what else, but boys. I could hear them bantering back and
forth about how so and so at school has all the boys after her
just because she was the first to grow boobs, and about how
nobody pays attention to you if you dont have boobs yet, and how
they can hardly wait till they start to develop, and so on and
on.  It reminded me of when I was that age and when I first
remembered having an interest in girls. It was in sixth grade and
I had the hots for Laurel Miller, the first girl in elementary
school to grow boobs, and big ones at that. I used to always try
to stand next to her in lunch line in hopes that she might brush
up against me with that marvelous chest of hers. Oh to be that
age again, I thought, to be a part of that time when little girls
blossom into womanhood. "Oh, wow!" one of the girls yelped, again
distracting me from my daydream. "I think its happening! Im
getting boobs!"  "Me too, me too!" some of the other girls were
adding, suddenly realizing that they were all simultaneously
sharing the same phenomenon." My face flushed as I heard their
excitement. "Whoa," I thought, "did I do that?  I wasnt even
concentrating on them, they're just kids". The group of them
continued in their excitement, feeling and studying their now
blossoming bustlines. I suddenly felt very uncomfortable, I
reached up and pulled the cord, the bus stopped at the next
corner and I quickly exited. "I can't believe I did that", I
mulled to myself as I walked, "I wasn't even trying, besides, I
dont have any kind of a thing for kids. Oh well, I consoled
myself, theyll be ok, they just got a jumpstart on puberty I
guess. At least they wont have any problems finding boyfriends."
I glanced around to see where I was. I was still several blocks
from my destination, but as luck would have it I found myself
standing in front of a place where I had often spent a friday
night. It was the "Classy Cat", a local topless club. I suddenly
realized this would be the perfect place to really try out my new
talent. Glancing at my watch and deciding I had some time to
spare, I pushed the heavy, padded door open and walked in. I
paused as my eyes grew accustomed to the dim light. The air was
thick with the smell of smoke and beer. Mid-afternoon was
probably the worst time to come to this place, the best dancers
with the best bodies always worked the late hours, at this time
of day the girls left much to be desired. As usual there was a
cluster of men gathered in the front row.  They all sat there
expressionless and bleary eyed, nursing their beers and staring
blankly at the girl on the stage. She had just finished her set
and was gathering her clothes and her meager tips before stepping
down. A skinny girl in a bikini at the bar quickly sucked down
her drink and as she took her place on the stage I took a seat in
the back row. The music started and she began to move
half-heartedly to the music. Things were about to get much more
lively. I studied her body closely, she was thin and gaunt,
looking rather undernourished. Her bikini, was loose and
underfilled. "Full and voluptuous," I thought to myself as I
concentrated on her form. For about a minute it seemed nothing
was happening, then I noticed it, first her legs seemed to be a
little more shapely, and her ass was beginning to show some
roundness, barely perceptable at first but it was becoming more
apparent. Her upper body now was beginning to flesh out, her ribs
a little less visible, and her breasts were starting to swell.
The girl was oblivious. She seemed lost in the music and dazed
with booze. She gyrated to the rithym with her eyes closed. The
men around the stage one by one as if coming out of a trance
began to take notice. I was getting really turned on, I felt my
pants starting to bulge, and the more turned on I got the more
intensly I concentrated. The men, previously silent were now
starting to become more verbal with whistles and catcalls. The
girl opened her eyes and looked around, a bit surprised at their
reactions. Putting her hands to her breasts she was even more
surprised to find her hands full where there had previously been
so little. Her bikini top was stretching tight. She untied it and
let it drop to the floor, freeing her swelling breasts to wobble
and sway, a sensation she had never felt before. She must have
thought she was dreaming as she smiled and continued to dance.
She grasped her breasts and as she squeezed them she closed her
eyes and leaned her head back aroused with the sensation. Her
body was becoming definitly more voluptuous, and everybody in the
club now had their eyes riveted on her. As she moved to the music
she slid her hands exploringly over her new body and she watched
herself in the mirrors. Her arousal and the excitement of the
crowd seemed to add to her intoxication. Her ass was now firm and
round, her thighs looked powerful and inviting, her back strong
and softly muscled, and her breasts were still swelling to a
delightful fullness, looking to be at least a g-cup or more. I
was so turned on myself, I was almost going to come in my pants.
And I still concentrated on her body. She leaned over letting her
now enormous breasts sway like udders. The men were almost out of
control, whooping and hollaring, jumping out of their seats,
reaching out to touch, to feel that magnificent ass and those
marvelous breasts. Like men posessed they were throwing fistfulls
of money on the stage, hoping to draw her attention. Her breasts
still swelled, she cradled them in her arms and her gentle
rocking made her breastflesh undulate like a armfull of jello.
She smiled dreamily. I guestimated that her breasts were now
better that perhaps a j-cup, I really couldnt tell anymore, and
they were still growing.  "Thats enough" I thought to myself,
"back off". But I couldn't take my eyes off of her, my own
arousal kept my concentration riveted on her. She arched her back
under the growing weight of her chest. She continued to dance in
a dream state and slowly dropped to her knees, and then to her
hands letting her breasts swing and sway still to the beat of the
music. She was a sight, her glorious ass high and round in the
air and her enormous breasts hanging down from her chect, her
nipples grazing the floor, and yet they still grew. Soon they
were laying full on the floor like two pillows under her. She
rolled back on her butt and pulled them into her lap. She
caressed them and squeezed her nipples which were now at arms
length. Rolling forward she made an attempt to stand up and
stumbling under their great weight she fell forward to the floor.
Two men scrambled onto the stage to assist her as well as to
steal a feel of her huge pillows of flesh. The girl looked
distressed, her predicament now seemed to sober her up. Her
expression was one of utter disbelief. Then it hit me, "what am I
doing?" I felt bad, I had done this to her, and even though I
tried to control and limit my effect on her, I couldn't. Not
knowing what else to do I left the club. I felt confused, at the
same time I was immensly aroused and ashamed.  As I walked the
remaining few blocks to the courthouse I wondered what would
become of the girl in the club. I consoled my self with the
thought that she would probably be perhaps the greatest performer
to hit the dance circuit, that is if she could stand up. I
finally reached the courthouse shortly before closing. I paid my
fines and impound fees and was told to take my paperwork around
to the office at the impound lot and the girl there would check
my car out to me. I arrived there just as she was locking up and
apologized to her for keeping her late. The girl was very
attractive and well built and was wearing a slightly tight
sweater that nicely showed the shape of a rather well developed
bustline.  "Little need for improvement here," I thought. I
decided not to dwell on her assets as I didnt want to distract
her from her task of processing the paperwork. Then it occurred
to me, "If I try not to think about breasts, then I cant help but
think of breasts. And the more I try not to think of breasts then
the more I will think of breasts, its an impossible situation."
Then I notice it, her chest was starting to bulge slightly at the
top of her bra, right before my eyes they were growing. She still
hadn't sensed anything.  She handed me the final paper to sign,
and doing so she tore off my copy and handed it to me. She
directed me where to find my car and as I thanked her and edged
toward the door I couldnt help but take one last long glance at
her still swelling chest. That was when she noticed. She looked
down and gasped, "oh my!" as I exited the office. "I've got to
get this under control", I thought to myself as I drove home. "I
dont quite understand just how this ability of mine works. Ive
got to find someone who is willing to be my guinea pig and let me
exercise this ability and help me learn to control it better, and
I think maybe I know just who that person is." As I pulled into
the my apartment parking lot I thought I recognized a familiar
car parked in front of the building. "Oh shit"  I thought, "I
hope shes not here, she' s the absolute last person I want to see
right now. As I expected my apartment door was unlocked.
"Hello?," I called as I walked in. "I'm in the kitchen , honey".
"Mom, what are you doing here?" I asked, trying to be as polite
and patient as I could under the circumstances. "I called you at
work yesterday and they said you were no longer working there,
and when I tried to call you last night and you never answered
your phone, well, naturally you would expect a mother to worry."
I stared at her for a moment , searching for the most tactful way
to tell her to leave. I glanced down at her chest.  Closing my
eyes, I tried not to think of what I was thinking. "Mom, this is
not a good time. I've got some things going on and I need some
time alone. "Oh, Max, I understand, sometimes we all need a
little space to work things out," she replied, as she
unconsciously tugged at her brastrap. "How about I just make some
dinner for you and I'll be on my way." "Thats real nice Mom," I
said, as I handed her her purse and coat,"but I really need to be
by myself for a few days. You really need to leave now. Please
go," I added pleadingly. "Well ok Max, if you insist," she said
giving me a concerned look. And Max, feel free to use the cabin
if you like, we won't be using it for another few weeks and we
just fully stocked the kitchen last weekend, its the perfect
place to get some time away from it all, and I promise not to
call you there." "Thanks, Mom, I'll keep that in mind." As I
ushered her to the door, I couldnt help but notice that she
seemed to have a little difficulty buttoning her coat. I winced.
"Bye, Mom, I'll call you', I said as I practically pushed her out
the door. I shut the door and leaned against it and listened to
her departing footsteps down the hallway. "What's wrong with me?"
I muttered, burying my face in my hands, "my own mother!  I've
got to get hold of this thing. Ive got to learn to control it!  I
just can't be around any woman at all without me thinking about
her body, no matter who it is." I decided that my mom at least
had a good idea about going to the cabin, it was secluded in the
nearby mountains and was only about a two hour drive away.  It
would be the perfect place to go to work this situation out
without being bothered.  And I knew just the person to call on to
help me do so. Her name was Melanie Allen. We had been close
friends since we were kids. When I was growing up, she was the
girl next door.  We had dated casually but the relationship never
really quite progressed to the point of being serious. Probably
primarily because she was as skinny as a rail, and with my
particular preference in women, well, she just didnt have what it
took to hold my interest.  But she was always there for me
whenever I needed a caring (although boney) shoulder. I called
her up and without going into any detail I told her I really
needed her help and wanted her to meet me at my parents cabin. I
was happy to hear that she had no obligations for the next few
days and would be able to meet me there. The long drive to the
cabin gave me some time to think about things, about this
ability, or curse, that I now had, and its potential for good, or
for disaster. I thought about Melanie and about how she was
always willing to listen to my problems, and how she always
seemed to have an interest in me, even though I often ignored her
attentions and went long periods without thinking of calling her.
Why did she persist?  I reflected on my life and how I had gone
nowhere with it and my obsessions and fantasies which seemed to
dominate my every action.  "What now?", I pondered. 

I arrive at the cabin late that same evening, and after a glass
of wine I went straightaway to bed, thoroughly exhausted from the
events of the day. Melanie was to arrive in the morning and I
wanted to be sure I was well rested and able to deal with things
with a clear head the next day. I awakened to the smell of fresh
coffee brewing. I glanced at the clock, it was 10 am. As I
entered the kitchen Melanie was pouring me a cup of coffee,
adding just the right amount of cream and sugar, she always
remembered how I liked it. She looked at me and smiled. "So, tell
me Max," she said as she sat at the table. "Whats going on?" I
tried not to look at her, I stared out the window turning my back
to her, and sipped my coffee. "First thing, Melanie, is that I
want you to promise me something. I want you to promise me that
if you don't like whats going on, or if things start to get out
of hand, I want you to leave immediately." "I will , Max", she
said with a little hesitation. "I promise." While I continued to
stare out the window into the forest I proceeded to tell her the
story of the last few days. I must have sounded to her like a
crazy person talking about fantasies and wizards and wishes and
all, but she listened intently. I explained to her that I seemed
to have no control over this ability that I now posessed. And
that just looking at a woman or even just being in the presence
of a woman was enough for me to start imposing an effect on her. 
I told her that I thought that with her help, maybe I could learn
to control this power. She thought for a moment.  "Thats a pretty
bizarre story,Max," she finally said. "But... I believe you. And
I've always trusted you. And I'd be willing to let you exercise
your ability on me to get a handle on it. Besides, God knows, it
wouldn't hurt me at all to put on a few pounds," she added with a
laugh. I turned, finally, and looked at her. She was as slim as I
had always known her to be, and had a rather boyish shape. She
had beautiful auburn hair that cascaded over her narrow
shoulders. "You're something special, Melanie. I never could
understand just what a girl like you ever saw in me, and why you
persisted in being my friend." "Because I've known you a long
time, Max. We grew up together, and I've come to know things
about you that I dont even think you realize about yourself. 
Youve got a good heart, and theres always been a place for you in
mine," she said as she kissed me. "So, tell me, when is this
magic supposed to start?" "I think it already has," I said,
stepping back to look at her. She looked at me puzzled, and then
looked down at herself. She put her hands on her chest and felt
her breasts. "Oh, my!" she laughed with surprise.  "Something
really is happening!  I can feel it!  Im growing breasts!"  She
had an expression of glee on her face. "It's ok, Max," she said
giving me an understanding look, "do your stuff. Be an artist,
and let me be your canvas. I've got a feeling this is going to
really be an interesting day." I was relaxed and comforted by her
accepting and trusting attitude. I stood back and studied her
physique, concentrating on rounding out the lines of her profile. 
She slid her hands down her tummy and around to her ass. She
could feel her jeans begin to tighten. Melanie was beaming with
excitement. "Incredible,"  she gasped. "to think that I am
growing the kind of body I had always dreamed of. Oooh, my jeans
are getting sooo tight. It feels neat." The button popped and she
unzipped and wriggled out of them fearing they might rip. Her
blue bikini panties were stretching nicely over a marvelously
round ass. Her chest was swelling as well and her shirt was
beginning to gap between the buttons. She grasped her breasts and
gave them a squeeze, her nipples pressing firmly into the palms
of her hand, giving her a pleasurable sensation.  She closed her
eyes and softly moaned. "Ooh, Max", she said, looking at me
dreamily. "I'm getting sooo turned on!" She unbuttoned her shirt
and tossed it aside. Her a-cup bra made an audible sound as it
stretched over her now d-cup breasts. I helped her unhook her bra
and released her breasts with a bounce and a wobble. We both
looked at her bosom with disbelief. In her hands right before our
eyes they were growing like two balloons filling with water. She
looked at me and giggled like a schoolgirl. Taking me by the hand
she pulled me into the bedroom, slipping her blue panties off her
round ass and dropping them to the floor as she walked. As she
studied herself in the full length mirror, I undressed.  I myself
was already incredibly aroused, my cock was hard and erect.
Watching her there in front of the mirror sliding her hands over
the fleshy fullness of her body, feeling her full ass and
fondling her breasts was more than I could handle, without
restraint I poured my concentration into developing and shaping
her body, her hips were becoming full and wide and smoothly
sloping into a narrow waist giving her the perfect hourglass
figure. Her breasts still swelling now to the size of honeydews.
She approached me and pressed her chest against mine, bulging her
breasts upward."Make love to me," she whispered in my ear.  She
pressed her lips against mine and we kissed deep and long. She
pushed me backward onto the bed, climbed on top and astride me,
leaned forward and pressed her swelling breasts against my face.
I grabbed them and buried my face between them, feeling them grow
against me. It was probably the most wonderful sensation I had
ever felt. Sitting upward she grabbed my stiff cock and guided it
into her well moistened pussy. I held her breasts in my hands,
feeling and watching them still growing to what now seemed to be
the size of watermelons. She began rocking her pelvis, pumping my
cock. Her breasts undulated like ocean swells in my hands, still
growing ever larger until the lay on my chest and pressed upward
to my face. She pumped faster and faster bringing her ever closer
to orgasm.  Pushing both her nipples together and into my mouth I
sucked them intently. Melanie shuddered as she sailed into the
first of a series of orgasms. I never in my life had remembered
ever being this aroused, so stimulated beyond control. I climaxed
with terrific force and came for what seemed an eternity. We lay
there totally spent for what must have been an hour. I was
finding it hard to breath with my face being fully buried between
two pink mounds of flesh. Melanie lay on top of me resting and
humming with the afterglow. I wriggled to free myself from this
fleshy prison and rolled her to my side. Stepping back, I couldnt
believe the sight before me. Melanie sat upright and arching her
back she strained to pull her massive breasts into her lap. She
sat there surveying the mounds of flesh before her, feeling the
smooth expanse of skin with her hands. Her nipples were just a
little beyond reach of her outstretched arms. The growth of her
breasts had apparently stopped. "They feel absolutely wonderful,"
she said with a dreamy smile, "part of me would really like to
keep them this way, but realistically I could handle them much
better if they were a lot smaller." I agreed with her, and I told
her that I would concentrate on reshaping and resizing her
physique to a more realistic, more managable form. At least
consciously and logically and sensibly I agreed with her. But as
I looked at her there on the bed, with her massive undulating
breasts bigger than i've ever dreamed of, something stirred deep
within me, something deep down in my basal desires, something in
my animal drives, something in my carnal lusts disagreed. I felt
my cock stiffen. I sat on the bed beside her, I touched her
breasts tenderly. "Ok," I sighed. I'll concentrate on making them
smaller." I thought to myself "smaller, much smaller, reduce
size." Something deep inside me still disagreed. "I think its
working," Melanie said, as she stroked them and felt their size.
They were visibly starting to diminish. I continued to
concentrate on smaller. For almost a minute they slowly shrank,
by nearly an in inch or two. Then they stopped. Then it appeared
as if they were expanding again. After a few minutes is was
certain, they were definitely growing larger, even larger than
before. I felt a little uneasy, my cock swelled. I wasnt in
control. Melanie shot me a concerned look. I didnt know what to
do, I couldnt hold my concentration. The sight of her there on
the bed, breasts rapidly swelling was more than I could handle. I
ran my hands over her smoothe skin, it was so sensuous, so warm
and inviting. I slid my hands around to her nipples.  They were
as large as muffins and filled my hands. I gave them a gentle
squeeze. Melanie closed her eyes and moaned with the sensation. I
buried my head between her breasts, her cleavage extending a full
three feet down from her chin. I lost myself in her flesh. I for
a time I seemed to lose all contact with reality. I felt her
breasts rapidly expanding against me. The warm flesh swelling,
pushing me upward, they enveloped me, my whole body was sinking
deeper into her cleavage. The were growing rapidly and becoming
enormous. I couldnt see Melanies face anymore, all I could see
was breast. My heart raced with excitement at the sensation of my
entire body being consumed by her cleavage. I leaned into it. I
wanted to disappear into that marvelous mass, I wanted to become
one with her breasts. Everything went dark as I disappeared
completly into the bottomless canyon. I felt as if I passed into
another world.  Around me was nothing but breast. I became part
of them.  I felt the warmth, I heard the heartbeat, a tremendous
feeling of security possesed me. At that moment nothing else
existed for me, there was no sense of time, no sense of space. I
was where my most primal drives had always wanted to be. I was
where I belonged.  I was home. I had returned to the womb. And
there I stayed for an eternity. I floated forever in a sea of
flesh, comforted by the gentle soothing rhythms of the human
body. But from somewhere very far away there came a sound...,
very distant..., barely perceptable at first. But it was a sound
that crept into my heart, into the deepest part of my soul, a
woeful sound that pained every fiber of my being. I couldnt help
but respond. I moved, I pressed against the mass that held me.I
stretched out my arms and cool air touched my hands. I struggled
closer to the sound that drew me. I emerged into a cold world, I
emerged as if in birth from within the walls of flesh that held
me. I fell back and away onto a cold hard floor. I struggled to
my feet. I stood there staggering, dripping with sweat, I wiped
the blur from my eyes and gazed in utter disbelief at the sight
before me. There in the middle of the dimly lit room were two
mountains of flesh.  Pink and blue veined, they lay there bulging
upward nearly to the ceiling. They spread in all directions
nearly to the walls on all sides, blocking the light from the
windows. On the end of each mass was an enormous nipple, deep
pink in color. The sound still beckoned to me, it was coming from
the far side. I slowly walked around the mass, as I touched it
waves of flesh undulated across its surface. I followed the sound
that beckoned me, and saddened me.  There she was. Melanie lay
pinned to the floor, only her head was visible beneath the
enormous mass. She was sobbing, and the sound of her sobbing
anguished me. I knelt and cradled her head in my hands, lifting
it out of a pool of tears. She looked into my eyes not saying a
word. In her eyes I saw her pain, her anguish, and her
forgiveness.  "What have I done?" I asked myself. "How could I be
so cruel, so selfish, so heartless?  How could I do this to
another human being?"  My heart broke. At that moment I felt more
love and more compassion than I had ever felt before in my life.
"I want you the way you were," I told her, "I want this to go
away." No feeling had ever been so deeply heartfelt.  The mass
moved. The floorboards creaked with a shifting of weight. The
breasts began to shrink. I held my breath. A sense of hope and
relief and thankfulness overwhelmed me.  Melanie breathed a
little easier as the mass of flesh receded. Soon she was able to
sit up with her breasts outstretched in front of her like two
beached whales, and yet they still continued to shrink. I dried
Melanies tears and brought her a glass of water. In less than an
hour she was able to stand up. I helped her into the living room
onto the couch, and I covered her with a blanet. Her body
continued to shrink. Before long she was back to her original
self. I sat there the rest of that day and night holding her hand
as she slept, and thinking about all that had happened and what
torment I must have put her through. I mulled over my whole life,
and how completely self-centered I had always been.  I used to
think of myself as a nice guy, but I wasn't really. I never
really knew the meaning of the word compassion. All I had ever
cared about was me, and what the world had to offer me. I never
really cared about anyone... until now. Compassion, that was the
key.  It was selfish lust and animal desire that fueled this
power I had acquired, and it was compassion that controlled it.
And it took me nearly destroying the most specal woman in my life
to make me finally realize it.  I awoke to the smell of coffee. I
opened my eyes.  Melanie sat beside me, looking at me smiling. In
her eyes I saw for the first time the love that had always been
there, but I had never seen. I looked at her slim body, and
thought how beautiful it was. I reached out to touch her tiny
breasts and hesitated. "Its okay," she said taking my hand.
"Youre only human." She placed my hand on her chest.  She must
have seen something in my eyes, something that let her know that
I had changed. She smiled at me. "We can try this again." 

"I don't know...", I stammered. 

"Go ahead..., I trust you." 

Her eyes were most convincing. It was obvious that she trusted
and believed in me in spite of what had happened. "Okay," I
finally said with a smile. "But not 'till later. Lets have some
breakfast first and just spend some time together. I'd like to
enjoy you for a while as you are before we go making any
changes." 

It was later that evening that we had our next body sculpting
session, and it went quite sucessfully. With ease I transformed
and reshaped Melanies body to her ideal image, and maintained
full and precise controll throughout the process. We spent the
next few days at the cabin relaxing and playing and enjoying each
others company, and spent much time discussing our future
together. We decided that we would figure out a way to offer my
services as a natural alternative to plastic surgery. We werent
quite sure just how to conduct such a business just yet, but we
had several ideas of how to do it without revealing the nature of
my magic.  When we came back down to the city there were a few
things that I felt I needed to do to set things right. The first
was to check up on the girl at the "Classy Cat".  Melanie and I
finally tracked her down and found her at a hospital where she
was being studied by a team of doctors and was being prepped for
a reduction surgery. It seems that her massive load was so large
that she was not even able to stand and support their weight. But
we did find out that the plan was to reduce them to a managable
size that would still give her an advantage in her profession. We
were able to sneak into her room and as she slept I resized her
to her desired proportion. I'm sure the doctors were just as
puzzled at her change in size as they were at her initial growth.
I was relieved to find her back at her job a few days later,
apparently quite pleased at her new star status, and none the
wiser as to how it all happened. Secondly I wanted to follow up
on the waitress at the diner. Asking one of the other waitresses
what had become of her, they explained that her sudden
development inspired her to take a job at a local Hooters
restaurant. The two girls that I had blossomed in the booth that
first day were also there at the diner, and they were apparently
satisfied with their new physiques as they were bringing their
friends in and encouraging them to eat the fries and coke. Next,
I found the woman again at the busstop, same time, same place,
waiting again to catch the same bus home from work. But something
was very different about her, she wasnt wearing the plain
business suit she had on before, she was wearing a nice low cut
red dress, and obviously very pleased with her new physique.
Riding the same bus as before I found the same group of girls,
still jabbering about boys and none of them seemingly bothered at
all by their early development. Lastly, I followed up on the girl
at the impound lot, and found that she had quit her job and
eloped with one of the police officers from the vice squad. I was
finally satisfied that everyone was happy and that I hadnt caused
any serious harm to anyones life.  Oh, but then there is my mom,
as it turned out she was oblivious as to any change, but she did
comment that dad seems to have taken a new interest in her and
their sex life lately has been the best it has in years. Since
then Melanie and I have spent most of the year traveling the
country, having many interesting experiences. My abilities at
body reshaping have grown quite strong and I have learned to use
them quite proficiently with full controll but there are times
that my lusts and desires do grow strong and it takes much
concentration to control their influence. That is where Melanie
helps me a lot by keeping me quite satisfied. Our love making
sessions have evolved into quite an unusual and marvelous
experience. Melanie has become quite fond of my "enhancements"
during lovemaking, swelling and expanding varying body dimensions
as her pleasure demands, but that is something I can go into in
more detail about at a later time.  And then there was that time
on New Years Eve when I got rather drunk at a party and lost all
control, but that, too, is another story. Just the other day I
happened to be driving through the section of town where this
whole thing started, and it occurred to me that it had also been
exactly one year since, to the day. I felt compelled to stop. I
parked my car and walked down the sidewalk wondering if I could
retrace my steps. I turned down an alleyway and walked around a
few corners that looked familiar. I felt strange.  "Why am I
doing this?" I asked myself. I turned another corner, and then
there he was, the old black man with the steel-grey eyes, leaning
against the wall and smiling at me. "I told you we meet again" he
said laughingly. "Now tell me what you learn." I looked into
those deep steel-grey eyes that reached into my soul. "I think
maybe you already know", I replied with a smile. He nodded and
grinned. "Tell me," I asked, "who are you really, and where are
you from?" He laughed again, and shook his head. "Oh, I am
whatever you want to call me, a wizard?, a genie?, an alien? It
don' matter what I am, you not yet comprehend.  And I'm from
here, there, and everywhere. And we been watching you and give
you a little test. And so far, you do ok." I looked intently at
him trying to understand just what he was saying. "Why me?" I
asked. "You one of the few. Someday you know what I mean." "What
about this power you gave me? Will I ever lose it? "Ha, ha, no
chance, it just the beginning. It is yours forever, and all that
go with it. Big things gonna happen with you in the future."
"What do I do now?, whats going to happen?, tell me more," I
pleaded. "Ha, that be your next test. And that's all I say for
now." he said with an all-knowing grin.  "Someday we meet again
and you tell me what you learn." Suddenly in the blink of an eye
he was gone, his laughter still echoing eerily down the empty
alleyway. 

That evening as Melanie and I lay snuggled in each others arms, I
dwelled on all that had passed. I wondered what was to come, what
do I do next? Melanie whispered in my ear, distracting me from my
thoughts. Her full, warm, bosom felt wonderful against me, I felt
her breasts begin to swell, and she moaned with the sensation. As
we started to make love I put all thoughts if the future out of
my head.



      The End,
      of the beginning... 



Dear reader, this is my first attempt at writing such a story.
Please tell me what you think. Shall I continue the story of Max
Beeman and if so where would you like it to go?  Your comments
and contributions would be most appreciated.  

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