Agatha adjusted her long, straight, black hair so that it rested behind her ear. It was more comfortable that way, especially in this muggy July heat, and comfort was ever so important to her. It hadn't always been that way. When she was in high school, and all the other girls seemed to be dating and attracting boys, she did not. She was plain, and she knew it. Tall and thin, she never developed any of the curves the boys seemed be so interested in. Her pale complexion and glasses only added to her sexless image. And to top it off, she had a reputation for bookishness. Over the years she convinced herself that comfort and convenience were more important than attracting boys, and her choice of clothes and lack of make-up reflected that decision. Yet under her frumpy facade ran an undercurrent of sensuality of which even she was not yet completely aware. She trundled along behind the library cart reshelving the books for the campus library. Extremely well read herself, she was often amused at her fellow students' choice of reading materials. She had made a game of trying to imagine what sort of person checked out the books she shelved. "Multilinear Equations in Thermodynamics? Hmmm...almost certainly male...probably one of those perfectionists that obsesses with orderliness. A Circuithead, too, most-likely." "Yeah, this will be checked out again real soon." Ka-shhhh. "At Fault: Society's Role in Modern Crime? Uh-uh. Female. Bleeding heart liberal, too, I'll bet. Hasn't woken up to the real world yet, and probably never had a job or paid taxes either." Ka-shhhh. "Colors of Post-Modern Urbanism? Unisex-Artsy-all-black-wearing- self-absorbed-round-glasses-bohemian-wanna-be." Ka-shhhh. And on she went until she came to an old leatherbound volume from the special collection. "Fertility Rites of Primitive Tribes? Wow, look at this thing! It's....yeah... printed 1895, Boston. Weird." She wondered who might have been using this particular book as she made her way down to the third sublevel of the stacks. "Look at the dust...nobody ever comes down here. How the hell are these organized? There are no call letters! Subject? Author?" After wandering up and down a few of the aisles, she came to the conclusion that perhaps they were roughly grouped by subject. Finally, she ran across a section that was seemingly devoted to primitive rituals and magics. Having never taken a good look around down here, she decided to do a little browsing. After about twenty minutes of searching she found a slim little volume bound in black leather wedged between two larger and more impressive looking tomes. She pried it out from between its bigger brothers and dusted off the cover. She couldn't make out the title on the outside. Very carefully, she opened the front cover to find that the book was titled "Carnal Magick" Oddly, the book appeared to be handwritten, and no author, publisher, or printing date was given. The pages were curiously well preserved. She opened up to the middle, and moved under better light. The writing was small and spiky, and the pages were filled from top to bottom in the scratchy hand. The language was stilted and there were some old words, but even more remarkably, there were no paragraphs, and, on closer inspection, no punctuation whatsoever. Unable to resist the mystery, she kept the book on her cart until the end of her shift, and then slipped it in her bookbag and took it home to her apartment. Her roommate had gone back to Kansas for the summer, so she had the place to herself, and she had no obligations the next day, so she immediately began to work at deciphering her strange new book. She made a few notes as she struggled through the dense text. It seemed to mostly concern magic to help one attract a mate, but it was very difficult to make much of it very clear. After a few hours, her eyes and brain were spinning with the spiky characters on the yellow pages, and she gave up for the night. She dreamed that night. Her memories of the dreams were vague, but they were both disturbing and erotic. The next day she started on the book straightaway, and worked until about three that afternoon, when she realized she would feel a lot better if she took a break and a shower. It was when she pulled off her oversized t-shirt that she noticed the first signs of things to come. Her breasts seemed to have grown overnight. She had been an aspiring a-cup, but was now easily a b. "That's odd! And creepy! On the other hand...it is about time. Maybe it's my turn at last!" After her shower and revelation, she went back to work on the book. She made a bit more progress, and it seemed to her that the part of the book she was into now regarded changing one's bodily...form? A bit weird, but interesting. That night, she had more bizarre dreams. This time she remembered seeing her own body somehow altering. Her flesh took on almost fluid qualities in her dream, and she woke up in a sweat. After collecting herself, she thought about the dream and the events of the previous day. Putting her hands to her chest, she realized she was now a very generous c-cup. "Wow! I'm onto something here! Hormones can't work that fast!?!? It must be that weird old book." She studiously read and deciphered most of the day, when she began to realize that she had been missing a subtle element of the text. She began to understand that there was a way of controlling the changes in bodily form that had been referred to before. It became her mission to grasp these methods of control. After another night of dreaming, she awoke with double-D boobs. Although welcome developments, she bagan to wonder how far this would go. She had better learn to control this or she would become enormous! And, she learned, her new endowments were not entirely comfortable. Of course, she had no bras that fit, so she had to let them sway freely inside her oversized t-shirt. Yet, for such large boobs, they were remarkably firm and had little or no sag. She had to work again today. Since it was summer, she was the only shelver on duty, and there were very few library patrons. One remarkable thing happened, however. She was bending over her cart to retrieve a book she had clumsily dropped off the other side when she distintly heard a sigh. She looked up to find a very nervous looking underclassman who was attempting to look in any direction but hers. At first she felt flash of anger, but her frown was quickly displaced witha smug smile. She shelved several other books near the young man's study table. Some were on the very top shelf which required her to stand on her tip toes with both arms over her head holding the book. Some were placed in ways that she would face him and others required her to be in profile relative to him. Several other books were, of course, clumsily dropped from the cart. After about 10 minutes of this, the young man was virtually staring at her chest. When she caught his eye, she shook her finger at him. "Tsk Tsk. Very Naughty." He seemed very embarrassed. On a lark she decided give her torso a quick side-to-side twist to jiggle for him inside her shirt. That was just to much for the shy sophomore, and he gathered up his books and went home to jack off. After her shift, she went home feeling good about herself and started on the book. That night she dreamed of growing bigger and bigger boobs. She dreamed she was back in the library and there was no one around but her and her admirer from that afternoon. As she shelved the books, her boobs grew bigger and bigger and bigger. The enlarging soft warm flesh of her bosom slowly filled out her previously overlarge t-shirt. When it filled, she must have been as big as soccerballs. Her admirer gave up the pretense of looking away and stared with his mouth open. She gave up shelving and concentrated on growing. She tweaked her nipples and rubbed the sides of her huge swelling boobs as she slowly gyrated so her gigantic breasts could sway back and forth on her chest. Her shirt began to stretch and untuck itself from her jeans. She began to jiggle herself up and down for him. As he watched, awestruck, he unzipped his pants and struggled to free his raging hard-on while keeping his eyes on the biggest tits he had ever seen. He stroked himself to the rhythm of her bounces. Her shirt was perilously thinly stretched. It finally came completely untucked when her bouncing bosom stood almost 24 inches out from her chest and her nipples were at least that far apart. As she continued to rub her tiny looking hands on the sides of her gargantuan mams, the bottoms of the boobs began peeking out from under the upriding shirt. With the first sight of this creamy flesh, he blew his load out onto the library table. She kept growing. When the upriding shirt cleared her nipples, she could no longer quite reach them. She could still just reach under her boobs to try to bounce them up and down a bit. When she was too big to move them, she waddled over towards him and rested her titanic tits on the table in front of him. "Please touch them" she heard herself say. Happy to oblige, the young man ran each hand over a monstrous boob. When he reached her nipples, the pleasure was intense. Her convulsion of exstacy sent ripples of delight through her wobbling spheres of joy. He buried his head into one giant breast and expertly sucked her to nipple heaven. Wtih one hand, he caressed the milky flesh, while his other hand was stroking himself again. As she reached nipple orgasm she grew even more, causing the table to groan under the weight. She could no longer see past her own boobs, but when she felt the warm sticky shower on her right boob, she knew her admirer was quite satified. She awoke with a start. In a panic, she reached for her chest. With a fleshy slap, she discovered she was now more like a G cup than a DD. She was still firm, though. Sitting straight up in bed, her globes now stood a good 7 inches out from her chest. She put her hands under her 6 pound boobs, and gave them a good shake to start the day. "Well, better get ready for work!" Standing naked in front of the mirror, she watched with delight as her boobs bounced and wobbled as she brushed her teeth. She also discovered that she could not flex her arm forward without bumping her tits. Her big boobs now extended about 2 inches wider than her rib cage. Still in awe of her new assets, she stepped in the shower. She gave her tits a good lathering, the most attention they had ever gotten. She also noted that she could only see her toes by looking between her boobs. After showering and fixing her hair, she went to pick out clothes. She picked up yesterday's jeans and another XL t-shirt. She thought about her friend in the library and changed her mind. Instead she chose a regular t-shirt that she stretched over her magnificent bust. After checking her devastating profile in the mirror, she headed off to work. She drew some odd glances from her boss, but the old librarian didn't say anything. Agatha found her shelving cart, and went to work. Up on the second floor, she found her "friend" at his library table. She pretended not to notice him, but knew he was watching every movement of her amazing chest. After about half an hour of this treatment, she decided to give the young man a treat. She sauntered over to his table, and he was so mesmerized he couldn't even pretend to look away. She pulled out the chair opposite and sat down hard so that her bust bounced of the tabletop with a fleshy slap. For a full minute he stared without moving at those magnificent prizes within his reach. He finally looked up to find her smiling at him. "Hi, I'm Agatha!" she said as she extended her hand to him. "I'm up here." "Er..yes, well...uuuhhh....mmm....I'm....G...Gareth,"he said as he accepted her handshake. " Hi. I guess I've been staring. Sorry, that was very rude of me." "Yes, it was. How do you propose to make it up to me?" "Ah," he began, with realization and hope, "I could...." "Buy me dinner?" suggested Agatha. "Exactly," he finished as his eyes were irresistably drawn momentarily back to her bustline. "Yes, well, then you'll pick me up here at 8 when I finish my shift?" "Right." "I think," she said as she peered under the table and confirmed her suspicion that he had an uncomfortable bulge in his pants, "you need to head home now." Embarrassed and intrigued, Gareth could only reply, "You have no idea. See you at 8." And off he went. The rest of the day she contemplated the evening ahead, and nearly poked her nipples through her shirt for much of the afternoon. He was, of course, right on time. "Feel better?" she playfully inquired. "As a matter of fact, I do. But I have a feeling I'll have a relapse of my condition." "I certainly hope so." His imagination was swimming with images of her impressive breast-flesh as he escorted her to "Buster's", a popular campus eatery. "Interesting choice," she said. "But appropriate, " he returned with a smile. Throughout the meal, she watched his eyes carefully to see how often he ogled her now overgrown boobs. They exchanged stories, discussed politics, and had a generally good time. And to her surprise, he seemed to have mustered the supreme self control to keep his eyes either on her or his food. She also discovered, to her pleasant surprise, that he was very well read himself, and they had a very pleasant and interesting discussion of various books they had both read. After a couple of hours of pleasant conversation, they decided to take a walk. When they went outside, they noticed that it had clouded up and the wind had risen a bit. "Looks like a storm is coming," he remarked. "Yes, I suppose so, "she impishly replied. Although they were enjoying their walk, when it appeared that a storm was imminent, she decided to invite him back to her much nearer apartment. Just at that moment, the clouds opened with a torrential downpour. They began to run, but she soon discovered that with such big boobs and no bra, running was out of the question. Walking, they got soaked...including her overstretched t-shirt. As she led finally led him inside, he was incoherent with lust. "You like my big boobs in this wet t-shirt, don't you?" He nodded weakly. "I bet you would like me to take them out and shake them, wouldn't you?" More vigourous nodding. She recalled her dream. She wanted to establish her power over this man. "I'll give you a show, but you have to do as I say." Nod. Nod. "First, you had better take those pants off before you hurt yourself." He dutifully responded, dropping his jeans and boxers to reveal his throbbing dick. "Very Good." She softly slapped the sides of her giant jugs so they wobbled nicely. She then slowly pulled up the bottom edge of her shirt so that the rounded undersides of her boobs were revealed. "Mmmm.. like these, do you? Wanna see more?" Nod. "You had better start jacking off before you explode." And so he sat down and began rubbing his painfully erect cock.. She was thrilled with the power she had as he stroked his manhood for her. She then removed the wet shirt. "Unhhnnn..." escaped from the helpless tit-loving sophomore. "Quiet, please. She bent forward at the waist and twisted her torso slowly back and forth, so that her giant globes undulated mightily. Her breasts would surge to the left until the resilience of her skin would cause her glorious left breast to begin to spring back, at which point her boobs collided with a fleshy *blap* and quivered as they changed direction. They proceeded to the right and the process was repeated in reverse. She continued in this vein for about a whole minute, staring in wonder at her own magnificent chest. She looked up from her own impressive cleavage to check Gareth's progress. His face was filled with ecstacy and anticipation. She stopped and stood akimbo before him. "Don't cum yet!" she commanded. He stopped his activity. She walked over to him and he began to involuntarily reach for those massive tits. "Did I say you could touch them yet?" she warned. "Continue." He sat perfectly still aside from his mandated stroking as she kneeled in front of him. She inched forward and buried his face in her cleavage. With his nose at her sternum, her nipples extended all the way to his occiput. She put her hands to the sides of her tits and wiggled her torso back and forth so as to pummel his cheeks with her boobs. He could hold out no longer, and sprayed her abdomen and the undersides of her boobs with his sticky love-juice. She backed away and rubbed his seed into her skin like some bizarre lotion. She looked up to see him still eyeing her with lust. "You..." he began. "We are finished for tonight. Cool off in the rain. I'll see you tomorrow." He was crestfallen. He dressed and started toward the door. She met him there and gave him a strong kiss. As they separated from the kiss, she redirected his face to her left nipple, which he kissed gently. She smiled at him one last time, and he started home in an aura of well-being. That night she dreamed.