FROM THE AMAZONS ARENA BBS 714-840-1145 The MAGIC RING stories Part one: The essence of Fantasy __________________________________________________________________________ By: Johnny Swell Terri had never had a bosom to speak of. She had always been able to attract the boys, for she was exceptionally beautiful. She just had no breasts to complete the package. It was something that had nagged her since the age of 14, when she watched all her friends develop mature curves. She waited for it to happen to her, but it never did. Her mother had told her that it was just something that ran in the family: great features, but they were all above the neck! She became acutely sensitive to the developement of the other girls. Terri felt cheated and embarrassed when she was made to shower in Gym class. The boys wanted to talk to her, but whenever Polly-the-enormous walked by, their eyes never stayed on Terri. All through school she resented the other girls who had figures but counted herself lucky that she was not ugly. Over time, Terri noticed that she was not just jealous of other girls who had been blessed with more than their fair share, but was actually turned on by their appearance. She didn't feel sexually aroused by them as per a lesbian; but something about the way she had been able to watch via the locker room and slumber parties as her blossoming young classmates filled out. She had seen Polly Butler go from having no chest in the eighth grade to the startling GG cup anomaly she was now, as a senior. She remembered how Polly came in to class after the summer break for the start of her freshman year brandishing her proud new C cup wonders. Polly could not help but notice, and the boys definitely noticed, too! She watched the boys start gravitating towards girls with bodies that resembled hourglasses, even wide hourglasses, and away from her. All that year, she watched as Polly swelled. It seemed that she went through a cup size every week! Every month in the locker room (it looked to Polly that she was made to have every gym class with that girl) she saw Polly's new brassieres and by the end of the month, Polly was bulging tightly all around the seams of them. She did not know or understand why, but the sight of those overstuffed garments that threatened to burst if Polly took a deep breath made Terri feel an excited tingle somewhere deep within. As a senior, she realized that Polly was the butt of a lot of jokes and the intent of a lot of lewd remarks, but that did not make Terri stop being jealous. In a way, she wished she could be the center of all that attention. She was still a virgin but fantasized about what it would be like to have huge breasts and to have a boyfriend who would love her for more than her conversational ability! She watched in secret through stolen glances at Polly's enormous endowments. She wasn't afraid of being caught, since she learned how to steal the glances from watching the boys who always looked at Polly, or other well endowed girls, that way. It seemed they would never stop growing. She stifled a giggle once at a thought that one day Polly would be in the shower and take a deep breath and simply explode. The girl's boobs hung to her navel (in a bra!) and stuck out about a foot from her torso! She had difficulty sitting in the standard chairs with attached desks and usually sat at a desk with a separate chair so she could back away from it enough that her mountainous bust wouldn't have to sit on top! Terri watched her in fascination. She felt odd about the way she felt; that she was some kind of pervert to be turned on by the idea of growing. She was popular, extremely intelligent, and did not know why she was sexually aroused by the thoughts running through her mind. She started to let herself fantasize, and found that the one that turned her on the most was this: I'm alone on a huge victorian bed, with a high canopy and he comes to me, perfect and golden. I am waiting on the bed, in a silk negligee and a black satin kimono. He comes to me, bearing a plate of fruit, magical fruit. He slides up and onto the bed with the grace of a human cat, his muscles rippling under his skin like a predator's. The golden light from the candles around the room light my hair as a halo of pristine light. He smiles at me with a wide childish look in his eyes. He knows what is about to happen. I tilt my head down and look at my fleshless bosom and lift only my wide eyes to his gaze and a slow, teasing smile crosses my lips. By now my heart is pounding in my chest, excited and anxious. He takes a slice of fruit off the plate and puts it in his mouth, rind side in with the fleshy part facing me. It is a fragrant fruit, smelling of tropical essence and something sensual. I lick my lips slowly once, advancing on him. My breath is coming faster now, faster still, and I am so very hungry. He is still dressed but he is becoming obviously aroused. I meet his mouth but there is sweet fruit between us. I quickly take a goodly sized bite from the flesh, feeling the sweet wet juice run down my chin and to my neck. I squeeze the meat between the roof of my mouth and my tongue and feel the many nodules of juice burst and a shiver runs through me. The fruit has a power that is felt in the taste and the fullness of the flesh. A slow tingle creeps over my flesh, and my tiny nipples become hard as diamonds. Goosebumps cover my skin though I am warm. He smiles and awaits my next assault on the fruit. This time I strip all remaining flesh from the piece in his mouth and swallow the rich nectar. Then, slowly at first, a feeling of warmth and power and security spreads through me. I look down slowly, and making a show of this for him, I part my lips and form an O as if I am suprised by what happens next. As my eyes stay fixed on my ribcage, as much for my own benifit as his, something moves under the kimono. My eyes grow wide and I don't dare blink, that I might miss a moment of this. Slowly, teasingly slowly, my nipples move away from my ribs. There is now a slight curve and softness to the flesh that wasn't there before. He reaches out to touch me/them, but I gently guide his hand away and say softly with a smile, "Watch, for now, just watch..." And my bosom swells faster, the magic fruit coaxing my bust to push out and down as it gains weight. After several minutes, my boobs (I can call them boobs now that I have them) stop swelling and the c cup negligee is full with my ripe treasures. He looks at me, both astonished and anxious with anticipation. My breath is coming harder because I am trying to control my excitement, but a moist warmth tells me I am not succeeding. He reaches out again, and again I guide him away and this time point to the tray. "More fruit." I say. This time I don't take it from his mouth. I take it and gorge on it with wild abandon, swallowing the potent nectar and feeling it run down the front of myself, over my breasts, soaking the fine silk under the kimono. I feel my breasts begin to grow again, faster this time. While I shove sweet slices in my mouth that I might strip all their magic and make it part of myself. As I finish the fruit, we both stare with amazed smiles and wide eyes as my bust outgrows the negligee and pushes the kimono open. My breath comes in ragged gasps and I let him touch me now. He gently caresses my nipple and trails his hand over the underside of my bust. The silk is strong but the thread holding the negligee together can stand no more pessure. My huge breasts push up and up against my chin and out against my arms until at last the threads burst and my swelling boobs fall down and hang unencumbered. I now realize how big they've swollen to for I can hardly cradle them in my arms and his attempts to fondle them are sloppy at best as they are too full to fit in his hands, large as they may be. I feel like I am gasping for air, but it is the unequalled excitement I feel, and my untouched place drips a pungent nectar of it's own. I eat the whole fruit and start on another, until the last is gone, saving only the seeds, which I place on the plate. My balance is becoming awkward, even on my knees! Still they grow bigger, BIGGER! Each breast is the size of a basketball now, swelling and growing with each quick breath. Sweat is pouring from my glistening body and he worships me with his hands. I try to pull the kimono around them and button the front with the loose ties. He smiles and lightly plays his fingers over the smooth satin suface, moving the soft fabric over my nipples, making them harder. Even now the warmth within me intensifies, and the ballooning mammoths on my torso cause the robe to bulge at the ties until they open in between from the tightness. His mouth drops slackly at the awesome sight before him. With every beat of my racing heart they grow against their captive bonds, beyond measuring with letters from A to Z. As they approach the size of beachballs, the kimono splits open and the behemoths drop to below my waist. In less than a minute they have descended halfway down my thighs and I fall back from the overpowering weight. He falls upon me, his rigid penis like stone inside his silk shorts. Each boob is larger than my torso now. I gather them up in my arms ( I can barely reach the bottoms!) and almost smother myself with them! And still they grow faster, and bigger, and I wonder where it will stop, or IF it will stop! How huge might I become! My God, They have become simply EMORMOUS! I feel him being pushed away from me, groping like a man lost at sea who can't swim. They support him like a bed now, with every move of his body they undulate like jelly filled beanbag chairs! Except beanbag chairs aren't this huge. I feel helpless against this growth and it excites me. In minutes I will cover the bed and in minutes more I will fill the room with my bust, bigger, huger than any woman who ever lived. Hell, bigger than any woman ever FANTASIZED of being! And still there is fruit left on the plate.... To be continued.... FROM THE AMAZONS ARENA BBS 714-840-1145