Playing With a Full Deck
by Clovis




"Well, I'm out."

"Me too," Cheryl sighed, tossing her cards onto the table. "Megan, thanks, I've had a lot of fun tonight losing all my money. Cass, hope you have fun spending it."

"Thanks," said Cassandra as she gathered up her heap of winnings. "Be sure to come back after you guilt your dad out of more money. Trish, Raquel, that goes for the two of you as well."

"Wait!" Megan ushered them all to remain seated. She went to her desk and pulled out what looked like another deck of cards. "I have a new game I've been wanting to try."

"But we're all broke," came a collective whine.

"Yeah," added Cass, "they're all broke, and what fun is it too play when there's nothing to win."

"Well, this isn't intended so much to be fun, but it should be educational."

"Educational?" Cheryl questioned as if the word was completely new to her. "Come on Meg, it's the weekend. I don't want to be educated, I want to drink and kill braincells."

"Is that really what you call fun, Cheryl?"

"Well, I call it fun when there's a cute guy drinking and killing braincells along with me."

"See, that's exactly what this game is about. That you don't need some guy just to have fun. That your happiness shouldn't be based solely on what some guy thinks of you, and whether he thinks you're hot or not. That we as women shouldn't measure each other on how men perceive us physically and find fault in those that they deem unworthy."

"Oh God Megan, I can't take another one of your crusades," whimpered Raquel.

The others began to follow suit, but all paused when Megan gave them a look at the new deck. They were somewhat larger than regulation cards, but also much more ornate, seemingly hand drawn, and quite old.

"Where did you get those?" Tricia asked moving to take back her seat.

"That girl Lydia over in Kennedy. She'd come to a few of my seminars, and she just gave them to me."

"They're beautiful," whispered Raquel, while tracing a finger over the intricate detail of the top card.

"So you're in?"

"Well..." they hesitated.

"I also rented a movie, we can watch it after we're done." Megan reached over to her television and held up a box, its cover was that of the DeCaprinated "Romeo and Juliet."

"Well... alright," they all responded taking the bait.

"So, what is this new game," asked Cass while thumbing through the beautiful cards.

"We play just like we were, straight poker. Only this time we don't bet with our money. Instead, we bet with our physical attributes."

"Huh?"

"Its simple. You take what the guys tend to notice about you, be it your height, your weight, hair, bust, butt, or whatever, and you bet with it. Whatever those things are measured in, say inches or cups, those are the increments you bet in. Got it?"

"Oh, this is lame," Cass pouted crossing her arms over her non-existent chest. "Meg, I'm you're friend, but please, there's still a few cool places open, and all this cash is burning a hole in my pocket. Besides, just what is this going to teach us anyway?"

"This is to teach you that no matter how you look, or what you have going for you in appearance, doesn't really affect who you are on the inside. Also, through the law of averages, it should even things out, or so that was my hope. You know I didn't realize our little Cass was such a card shark."

"Well, you're little Cass has to work extra hard, since she can't get by on her looks like the rest of you." The sarcasm wasn't lost on anyone, and an uncomfortable feeling filled the room. Talking about looks made them all embarrassed, especially in front of Cass. While certainly not unattractive, Cassandra just didn't stand out in any real way physically. She was never noticed, especially since she had the odd habit of surrounding herself with girls more obviously blessed than she.

"Relax," Megan looked at her friend reassuringly. "Come on, one game isn't going to kill you. Just stay open minded, and try to visualize what's going on."

"Fine," she huffed, "deal and let's get this over with."

"O.K., well everyone needs to put something in the pot to start off. I'll go first," Megan paused, a bit too long for Cass's taste, seemingly trying to come up with something about her perfectly crafted hourglass figure that might in some small way be found appealing. "Hmmm, well I guess I've gotten a fair share of complements on my hair, so I'll wager an inch of that."

"Your hair, please Megan, like that's why all the guys are ogling you," spat Cass.

"What are you saying?" asked Megan with a convincing face of innocence.

"Nothing, forget it, lets just get this little lesson over with."

Raquel bet an inch of her height, she was an impressive six foot one. Tricia went with a cup off her bust, and Cheryl an inch of her curvaceous hips. There was a long pause when they got to Cass, who seemed to shoot a 'told-you-so' look to Megan. "Well, here's the problem, guess I don't really have anything to bet with, so I'm out," she said with a deep frown.

"That's not true Cass," said Megan in a motherly voice. "You have plenty going for you. You're a nice height, you have beautiful eyes, and you're pretty slender. Besides, that's all superficial, everyone knows how great a person you really are."

"Allright," said Cass sounding as unenthused as possible, "since I can't bet away any of my winning personality, I'll bet an inch of my waist."

"O.K., so I'll raise you with another length of my hair, and I'll take two cards."

They all doubled their existing bets, and took cards. Since no one seemed to really know or care what was going on, no further bets were made.

"O.K.," Megan displayed her hand, "I've got three threes."

"Sadly," went Raquel, "that beats my measly pair of sixes." Raquel's disappointment was emphasized as she seemed to shrink down into her chair.

"I've got you beat Meg," said Tricia to her opponent, "three Jack's."

Tricia noticed something odd as she called out her hand, it almost looked to her as if Megan's hair had actually gotten shorter, but she dismissed this as using her imagination a little to well.

Cheryl, also noticed her jeans didn't seem quite so famously skin-tight, after she revealed her pair of queens.

Cass ended the game with the worst hand she'd had all evening. As she revealed her pitiful hand of two twos she noticed her stomach suddenly bulge outward, pinching into her skirts petite waist band. She was about to dismiss it as gas when...

"What the hell?" shouted Tricia, or maybe it was Raquel, everyone seemed to have shouted it all at once. The changes to Tricia were too numerous to dismiss. She had won, and the winnings were now paying off. She felt her body stretch as she acquired Raquel's two inches in height. This mostly centered on her legs, which raised her cuffs up well over her ankles. Her hips filled out, rounding her once bony bottom with soft, thick flesh that showed nicely in her slender slacks. Her fine waist was slimmed and toned even further thanks to Cass, and her already long hair fell yet another two golden inches.

"What the hell?!" made another round, as an amazed Megan tried to calm them all down. "O.K.. guys, look, I um, didn't believe this was going to happen, and I honestly can't believe this is happening, but it looks like this might be more than a visualization exercise."

"No kidding!" shouted Cassandra as she slapped her new belly. "You mean we really bet away our looks?"

"This can't be," Cheryl said, now realizing why her pants felt so loose. "You've given us drugs or something. I'm having a hallucination."

"Maybe it is a hallucination," added Megan, "or maybe we're all just a little too open to suggestion right now, we have had a few beers you know." Megan examined the cards, turning them over and over in her hand, hoping to find a simple solution. "Um... well let's just try one more hand, and see what happens."

"O.K." agreed a spellbound Cheryl, "but you better not have given me drugs, my father will kill me."

The next hand went like the first, same bets, same losses, same winner. Now anticipating the changes, all watched as they took place. Raquel shrank down another two inches putting her at a shorter but still statuesque five foot nine. Cheryl whined as her once bodacious bottom was lost in her now baggy jeans. Megan seemed unfazed as her mane was cropped a few curls worth, which Cheryl commented wasn't fair since she could just grow it back. Cassandra looked on teary-eyed as her tummy bulged even further, exposing her flesh as her small shirt now bared her rounding midriff. Her eyes grew wide with horror as she helplessly watched her belly swell over and beyond her skirt's tight waist. "Well, this is great, now all the guys will notice me," she said pitifully while rubbing her still swelling stomach, "hey guys, its Cassandra the potbellied sow."

"No Cass," Megan reached over and put a reassuring hand on her friends slumped shoulder. "Don't you know how much it kills me when you talk like that, when any woman feels she's not living up to some man's gross expectations."

"Um, speaking of gross expectations," Tricia called attention to her swelling and stretching self. She was hunched up in her chair in a vain attempt to hide her numerous new features. "I think I've visualized enough for tonight, thanks." The others watched in envy as Trish acquired their losses. Her body stretched again, putting her an even six feet. Her bottom spread further, straining the stitches of her slacks. Her hair was practically at her slimming waist, but still, she did nothing to show off these new attributes. Instead, Trish was practically trembling with fear as she tried to hide herself within her thick baggy sweater.

"What are you complaining about? Cheryl asked Tricia, "you won."

"Nobody's winning here," Megan started in again with her lecturing tone. "Some of us have less, yes, but no one has really lost or gained anything. You are simply being given an alternate outer- self. There is no bad figure, just as there is no good, there are only stereotypes and misconceptions. Losing could actually be freeing, just as winning could be confining."

"Well, that's fine if you're like Cassandra and have nothing to lose, but I don't want to lose anything I've got going for me," said Raquel cuffing her ill-fitting Jeans.

"No, don't you see. You are woman, you are more than the sum of your parts. When you let go of petty physical attributes, your real strengths will show."

"How did this work?" Cass asked thoughtfully.

"I'm not sure really, all Lydia told me was that it would only work tonight, something to do with the full moon I think."

"I didn't know real magic was so cliché," half-laughed Tricia who was fidgeting in her seat, trying to find a pose that best hid her winnings.

"Well," Megan cautiously asked holding the deck, "do we want to go for another hand?"

"I for one would like to," said Tricia.

"Oh, of course you would," snapped Cheryl who was busy trying to hold up her drooping hip-huggers, "you're on a winning streak."

"A streak I'd like to rectify," responded Tricia solemnly.

"What are you talking about," asked Cheryl dumbfounded, "you could walk out her right now and be the hottest thing on campus."

"Maybe that's not what I'm after. You know Megan is right about some things."

"Oh," Cheryl replied with heavy sarcasm, "so it's really not what's on the outside that's important, only what's on the inside? Screw that, it's not what's in the package that counts, its the packing, and I say if you've got it, flaunt it."

"Like this," Trish said as she straightened up earning looks of awe, jealousy and surprise. The newly acquired height, waist and bottom were all impressive and to be expected, but when Tricia pulled down on the front of her signature oversized sweater and revealed two very large mounds underneath everyone was caught off guard and slightly blushing.

"My gosh Tricia!" Megan was aghast, "I never even thought of you as busty."

"Yeah," Cassandra mocked, "or else she probably never would have been your friend."

"Don't be mean," Megan scolded.

"God Tricia," gawked Cheryl, "you're huge, and you never even won any cup sizes."

"No," Tricia said looking down with a sigh, "these are the ones I came in with."

"They can't be real," said Megan.

"Megan!" Tricia snapped, sounded quite offended. "This is so typical. You know, you always seem to think that any girl with bigger breasts than you must have implants. That's one of the reasons I've always hidden them from you. You talk about equality, but I really think you just don't like it when the scale isn't tipped in your direction."

"I'm glad somebody said it," said Cass smiling.

"That's not true," huffed Megan, "and besides, I thought you were going to back me up."

"Well," Trish said inhaling deeply for further emphasis, "first of all, these are not implants, this is all me, 100% natural, homegrown, all white breast meat." After everyone had gotten a good long look, Trish slouched back into her chair ending the show. "Now, as far as what Megan was saying, she is right. You don't want someone who wants you only because of your most visible or prominent features. I hide mine because time has shown me that not everyone, and I do mean male or female, can behave appropriately around them."

"Is this a certain person or event we're talking about," Cass inquired, "because, call me biased, but I don't see why you'd hide such a gift."

"Okay, Cass," Tricia took another deep breath, only this time not to emphasize her bust, but to calm her nerves, "if you want specifics, here's an event that I'm sure none of you would have wanted to switch places with me for: It was right at the start of freshman year, September, but still Summer. A bunch of us went into town for the last of the season's free concerts in the park. It was real hot that day, but of course I was still layered. I wore a big, black, baggy tee covered in an even bigger, baggier shirt with a loud, distracting print to boot. I had mastered the big boob-hide by High School. That's when I started growing my hair so long, it gave me a nice natural cover-up. All that topped with a good starchy shirt left untucked and buttoned just right, coupled with a shy little slouch, and I could have hidden Rush Limbaugh in there. Things were going great. I forget the band, but they were loud, and who cared anyway. We were all still new to one another, all fast and friendly, and all ready to exploit our newfound independence. Everything was going just great, that is until it rained."

"Ahh," smiled Cassandra, "mother nature always did have it in for her daughters. So, did you bail or was your secret identity revealed."

"No, it only added to the fun, besides we were packed in so close together, no one seemed to notice, not even me." Tricia paused, looking down at herself and seeing the scene in her past with total clarity. Her look was becoming more and more distraught, her voice wavered. "I... I was surprised that it was a girl who noticed first. Her name was Kara Something, and she'd always seemed really nice. Anyway, between songs she just yells out, 'Holy cow! Check out Trish's tits!' Suddenly, a ring widens around me as everyone pushes back to get a better look. There I am for all the world to see, and very hard to miss. Guys, girls, everyone gawking and pointing. One guy I kind of liked, Chris, was just agape. I didn't know what to do, I just froze."

"Oh, Tricia, you poor thing," overly sympathized Megan, "it must have been terrible."

"No, that wasn't the bad part. No...," Tricia paused and bit her lip, "then the band started its next song, we got bumped about by people dancing around us. Some started bumping into me on purpose, some of them people I knew. People were copping feels from every angle. I panicked, tried to get out, but there were people everywhere, it was just insane. Suddenly, I was lifted up, I don't know who did it, but I was thrust on top of the crowd, and was being involuntarily moshed. I... I was just screaming, but they continued to pass me around. I struggled to get down, but that was the worst thing I could have done, because then they managed to flip me over, face... and chest down. They were mostly holding me up by my breasts. Hand over hand they passed me along, groping and grabbing. Most of my weight, was on my chest. The pressure was terrible, there were probably six hands clutching and squeezing my breasts at any time, as well as a dozen more all over the rest of me. Faces scrolled quickly below me, they all looked so savage. I have no idea how long it lasted, the police finally broke it up. It was on the news, people had video cameras, I was every morning DJ's favorite topic for a week. My father tried to sue everyone in sight, my mother has never even spoken to me about or even acknowledged the event. I had bruises for weeks, and the swelling didn't help, I took some time off from school, time I mostly spent crying."

"Trish... I'm so sorry," wept Megan with real tears.

"Well," Cassandra started with dry eyes, "if it offends thee, chop it off. I mean really, if your life was such hell, why not get daddy to spring for a reduction?"

"That was an event, there were others, some just as hellish. Still, there were other times that were," she smiles slightly, "very nice."

"I see."

"Sure, I mean I've learned to keep them under wraps, but that isn't to say I never let them out to play. I admit that I've experienced things that someone smaller than me never would have. There are definite benefits, so yeah, I haven't gotten a reduction. I do think about it though. Sometimes I even have dreams about it, like I've had this big weight literally taken off my chest, its a feeling so free. Only eventually I'd wake up and I find my two big weights right where I left them. I guess maybe it comes down to my belief that I was made a certain way for a certain reason, that and I'm terrified of any type of surgery. Still, I used to be a hell of a skater. I had awards and everything, but then puberty hit, and lets just say I lost my center of balance."

"Well," said Cass, "I'm a photo major, no real need for balance or grace."

"Then have at 'em Cassy, and let me end this sob story. Meg, please deal the next hand."

"Yeah," said Cass with renewed confidence, "I'm suddenly feeling very goal oriented."

"And what if we don't want to play?" chimed in Cheryl and Raquel.

"Then you leave as you are, and you learn to accept the new you," said Megan knowing full well that they weren't going to leave without their booty.

"Well..."

All put in again and playing resumed. Now knowing that the betting was for real, the feeling around the table was more fierce. Tricia again bet off her bust, and Megan again, bet her precious hair. Cheryl and Raquel switched off, with Cheryl betting height and Raquel, hips. Cass stuck with her stomach, which she was apparently rubbing for luck, and with her winning four eights, apparently did the trick.

Unlike Tricia, Cassandra met her expansion with a pleasure some might have called orgasmic, and all would have called inappropriate for public display. Still, everyone let her enjoy it, happy to see Cass finally filling out, and wondering to themselves what it would have been like to go through all of puberty's stretching and swelling in a matter of seconds. "Ohmygod!ohmygod!ohmygod!," Cass let out, her voice hitting those sub-sonic pitches reserved only for dog whistles and girlish glee. "Look at me!" she said to her diminishing onlookers as she tried to take in her fabulous transformations. "My butt, look at my butt," she said getting up out of her chair for a better view of her swelling seat. "Wow, my legs... and my hair... and my..." Her eyes nearly popped out of her head as she finally felt something filling out her tiny A cups. She looked down the neck of her shirt for confirmation and for once in her pubescent life, was not disappointed. "I'm growing! I'm actually getting big, I can't believe this, I'm..." she trailed off as her expansion subsided and she looked about the room and realized her new C's still left her with the smallest chest in the room. "Well, maybe I'm not big, but I'm definitely bigger." She then plopped back down into her chair smiling widely. "So come on, new hand, new hand!"

Another hand, another win for Cass. Unfortunately, some foresaw the rebirth of Cass's winning streak, so betting was mild, but still, the inches and cups were piling up nicely. This time Cass tried to restrain her glee by gripping the sides of her seat as she watched her shirt and skirt fill out more and more. Since Cheryl had decided to bet away her waist, Cassandra's belly was flattened back down. So, with her stomach flattening and her hills rising Cassandra's once geographically dull body had finally taken on a terrain worth mapping.

With her winning streak restored, Cassandra's rumored pleasant personality had also made a comeback. Cheryl and Raquel, however, were quickly slipping into despair, though both were also too stubborn to call it a night and leave with their losses. Tricia, who was betting away nothing but bust, was actually beaming, much to the confusion of the others. Megan, whose hair was now only shoulder length, still seemed fairly pleased with the direction the night was taking.

"So," Megan asked Cass, "how does it feel to finally be one of the girls?"

Cass was obviously thrilled. The smile had yet to leave her face. She'd also been taking a peek down her tee-shirt every minute or so, anticipating the breath that would snap her straining bra. Still, something about Megan's attitude wouldn't let her express her joy. Though her pleasant demeanor had returned, there was also something new, a sense of power she had never felt before, but was very interested in exploring. "So, Meg, what you're saying is that I was never really one of the girls until a few good hands gave me these good handfuls?" She breathed in deep and pushed her new mounds outward for emphasis.

"No Cass, that's not what I meant."

"Oh, but I think you did. I think compared to all of you, I was a freak. I stood out in my smallness. You were always just too nice to admit it, either that, or you liked having 'Little Cass' around to make yourself look better. I think maybe you'd like to call it a night, you know pretty soon you'll be down to a whiffle, and eventually you're going to have to put some meat on the table."

"I'm not worried, like I said, flesh is flesh, it has nothing to do with who you are, as I'm sure you'll find out after the novelty of your swollen mammaries wears off."

"Please, of course you can drone on about how breasts and ass don't mean anything, you've got 'em in spades. Look at yourself Megan. You haven't got a straight line on you. So what if you're a feminist, so what if you're into nature and simple pleasures. You my friend, are the earthy-crunchy wet-dream. You are Earth Mother personified. God, you must know that half the guys who attend your meetings just want to bone you."

"Cassandra!" Meg said looking very flushed, "I don't think focusing your aggression on me is the way to go here, I'm trying to help you.

"Then help me to another hand and deal already."

Another hand, another victory for Cass, and another round of moans from Cheryl and Raquel. Cass's once floor length skirt now hovered about her calves. Her once short hair now flowed past her shoulders. Curves now abounded her once bony frame, and the R2- D2 tee-shirt she'd worn since elementary school was finally too damn tight. "Alright, stand back guys, she's gonna blow," Cass backed up against a wall, her face tight and concentrated as she felt the pressure in her insignificant bra build and build to what she hoped was a busting point. "Come on... come..."

Pop!

The bra finally surrendered. Cass exhaled, tugging the broken brassiere from its snug confines. Without the restraint she was no longer just filling out her shirt, but flooding it.

"Let's count my winnings, get the tape," said Cass tossing the tiny bra into the trash.

Tricia found a tape measure, and went through the measures of measuring Cass. "You do know that they're not supposed to be covered, especially when they're being compressed so much?"

"Yeah," said Cass blushing, "lets just be modest for now, I just need a general idea."

"Alright, well, if you don't mind me asking, what size were you before?"

"Um, 32 inch chest with a, um... " Cass paused looking embarrassed, "a 33 inch bust, well, almost 33 anyway."

"No need to sound embarrassed Cass, you're still at a 32 chest, but thanks very much to me, you've now got at least a 40 inch bust."

"Oh my god!" Cass let out in a gasp that burst holes in the stitching of her over-stressed tee.

"That puts you in a "F" cup.

"Wow! I mean... wow, I wouldn't even know what one of those looks like."

"Well," said Trish reaching into her sweater and pulling out her own bra, "quite a bit like this." She handed the finely crafted structure of lace and steel over to Cass, who accepted with wide eyes of disbelief.

"Damn."

"Yep," that there's a 34- H, try it on. It'll be a bit loose, but I sure don't need it any more. Tricia smiled and pulled her sweater back to show her diminutive 34- DD chest.

Cass went over to a corner behind an open closet door for privacy and tried to wrestle off the second skin that was her tee shirt. Having sacrificed R2, she emerged wearing Tricia's oversized brassiere and a huge grin. With her breasts covered, but not entirely restrained, they shook and jiggled with every step, much to Cass's amusement. By the time she reached the table, she couldn't contain her giggles, and as she sat, the resulting earthquaking shake caused her to burst out into a full belly laugh, which sent her whole chest back in motion. During the minute or so it took for her to regain stability and composure, no one but Tricia shared her laughter.

"Well, look at you, bosoms till Tuesday," said Megan in a flat voice.

"Yeah, but what am I going to do for the rest of the week?" she said giggling all over again. "I have inches, but I want to knock things over. I'm on a roll, lets deal!"

The next hand was fierce, bets were finally matched and raised. Raquel and Cheryl had squandered away everything, and were now dipping into their coveted cache of cleavage. Even Megan, who swore she didn't care, resorted to taking a little something off the top shelf. Everyone seemed determined to oust Cass who now had the ordacity to exceed their once great dimensions. In the end, Tricia revealed two pair, Cheryl three sixes, Raquel three nines, and Megan Four sevens. All turned to Cassandra, who maintained a perfect poker face.

"Okay Cass, lets see what you've got."

"Sure, O.K." she replied looking her cards over again, "I just need to ask Trish a question first."

"And that is," snapped Megan now looking annoyed and bored.

"Trish, you didn't want this bra back do you?"

"Please," a pleased looking Tricia answered, "I don't ever want to see that monstrosity again."

"Oh, I don't think any of us will be seeing it again." Cassandra said slapping down her cards, "read 'em and weep girls!"

"No, no," was the common whine echoed around the table. Four Jacks smiled up from Cass's hand and watched as all chests (with the exceptional exception of Cassandra's) sank in defeat. Cass was staring as her winnings mounted, cheering herself on as she began to meet and exceed Tricia's old cups.

"Come on girls, momma wants a new pair of shoes... wait, what am I saying, momma doesn't want to see her shoes!"

The cups filled out nicely and could definitely accommodate quite a load, but Cass was quick to overflow them. The taught fabric was gradually pulled away from her ribs. Flesh pushed out from all directions, cleavage rose, the fabric stretched what it could, the stitches strained more than they should, and the straps quivered from the mounting tension. Cassandra's bosom now spilled all over, the once impressive brassiere now sat small over a backdrop of swelling pink skin. One of several clasps in the back gave way. Pressure was released, then immediately filled. The stitching became frayed, the underwire tore through. Cass was gasping with excitement. The pressure was becoming even greater than her anticipation. The others backed away. Bigger and bigger, but still the mighty bra held. Cass grasped her chair, the table, anything, she couldn't believe it, something had to give. "Damn... they... make... these... good..." Cass spoke between gritted teeth and bated breath. Still she swelled, and still it held. "So big, so big..."

Blam!

There was a loud sound, all closed their eyes and turned away. When they looked back, they saw Cass, they saw two of the biggest, finest, smoothest, roundest, perkiest, most beautiful and perfect breasts they had ever seen or even contemplated, and they saw bits and pieces of Tricia's once glorious bra strewn all over the room.

No one spoke.

"My, my, my," Cass said observing her new landscape. When she was finally able to tear her gaze off of herself, she was met with eyes full of awe, fear and embarrassment. She then realized that her massive chest was uncovered. She also realized that the modestly she had felt earlier was gone. Still, she didn't want to be rude. "I guess I need something to cover myself up with." She took a quick glance around the room and noticed a large out of place leather jacket hanging on the back of Megan's door. Jiggling gaily over to the door she plucked the jacket off the hook. "Hey Meg, wasn't this your ex-boyfriend's jacket?" she asked holding the triple-XL jacket before her. "My gosh, he was a big boy now wasn't he?" she exclaimed, then gave a surprised look as she turned the jacket around. "And quite the ladies man I see." Cass displayed the backside of the jacket for all to see. Poorly painted on the cracking leather was a grossly disproportioned blonde bombshell. "But he just loved you for your mind, eh, Meg?"

"He was," Meg looked away bashfully, "one of my mistakes."

"Yeah, a big mistake," Cass explained as she put on the tent- like garment. Her impressive form was now completely lost under the jacket's yards of leather, zippers, and extraneous buttons. "What was that oaf's name again?"

"Biff Redfield, and don't be mean."

"O.K., well I'm ready, new hand, place your boobs, sorry, I mean bets."

"I can't do this," cried Cheryl, now flat and formless, as she got up and went for the door. "You've got to leave me something."

"No one leaves while they've still got the goods," Cass said sternly.

"Look at me, I have nothing, my boyfriend is going to kill me."

"Then he's not the kind of boyfriend you want," added Megan seeing another opportunity to make a point.

"No," Cassandra waved her away, "you can go, but only on one account. Bring us fresh meat. You know what I mean. Try to get your friend, Whatshername, the one with the double F's and the penchant for tube-tops."

"Meredith?"

"Yeah, Meredith, and any other top-heavy girl you can scrounge up." Cass looked over to Raquel, a girl she once was so jealous of she had developed and eating disorder, now flat and listless, much like herself only hours before. "You can go too, same rules apply though."

Raquel said nothing, got up slowly, and left quietly without looking back.

"Look, Cass, I think this might be a good time to stop," said Megan.

"Stop, now that I'm finally putting a dent in the great Megan?"

"That has nothing to do with it, but look..."

"No, you look. Way back yesterday, you were what size?"

"A "C" cup," Megan said trying to sound modest.

"Okay, sure, well I think a feminist "C" comes to at least a double "D". Anyway, I know you were turning plenty of heads. Now Trish over there, I'm sure if she ever dressed to excess, she certainly could have stopped traffic. But look what we can do together," she said hefting up her heavy orbs with great effort, "we're talking train wrecks here. This is woman. All women, now in one convenient package.

Soon after, there was a knock at the door. Enter Meredith, 19 years old, bleach-blonde, 44-26-38, and failing all her required classes. One hand later, she measured 42-28-34. Then came another knock, another girl, another knockout. And another, and another. Cheryl had done her part, and done in most of her friends who like her, came and went quickly, leaving behind an ever growing amount of flesh and beauty in the cramping dorm room. as the night progressed, chests rose and fell, asses spread and tightened, and it was apparent that while Cass was not unstoppable, she was still definitely ahead of the pack. A later knock at the door revealed Heather, a beautifully sculpted 20 year old red- head measuring a cliché 36-24-36. She may not have had as much to work with as some of the others, but Heather was smart, good looking, and the one girl Raquel felt could give Cassandra a run for her money.

Hours passed, and for a while Cass and Heather were dead even at 56-22-44. Meredith, had finally run through most of her expansive stock and even Megan was practically drained. Both had sat out most hands, but refused to leave, certain they just needed a break. To everyones' surprise, especially her own, Tricia was getting very close to needing her old bra back. By 2:00 A.M. things were getting ugly. All were betting and raising, raising and doubling. Everyone was name calling, teasing, taunting, and giving dirty looks all around. In the end, when the last hand was revealed, it was Cass's Royal Flush that reaped the spoils.

Though brimming with jealousy, everyone watched Cass intently. This was in part to avoid watching their own bodies dwindle, but mostly because she was just too amazing not to watch. Cassandra stood up to fully appreciate her growth. Looking down, she watched as her feet seemed to shrink away as her legs lengthened, slowly lifting her long skirt up to her calves. The skirt's already petite waist now hung loosely over her hips as her stomach became even more toned and trim. Below her waist however, changes did abound as the flowing fabric ballooned outward with her filling hips and rounding buttocks. The length of the skirt now hung at an odd angle as the backside rose up past the backs of her knees with the fabric taken up to cover her wide spreading bottom. She twisted this way and that, trying to get a full view of her now prominent posterior. Naturally a visual is never quite enough when seeing the unbelievable, so Cass had to run her hands all about her new attributes. Her fuller-thicker hair now reached halfway down her torso, and she pulled it back to get a full unobstructed view of the work she had going on up front. Two big bulges were now visible in the huge jacket. At first they hung low with no real support, looking more like a pregnant belly, but as Cass filled the space in the jacket, things began to tighten up. Any folds in the fabric were soon replaced with the two smooth round breasts pushing up and out. The leather began to stretch, to ripple and creak, great pressure was building up inside. Cass moved a trembling hand up to the zipper to relieve some of the tension, but before she could reach it...

Zzzzip.

The zipper moved down an inch. Cass's eyes went impossibly wider with amazement.

ZZzzipp.

Another inch. The jacket was parting all on its own to accommodate her steady expansion.

ZZZziiipp.

Now the zipper hung about a third of the way down as the growth finally subsided. Cass looked down into the part, and was given a pretty good look at what she was hiding down there. She say two tight and taut fleshy shapes of a size and scale she never thought possible, especially attached to her. She gasped, taking in a big breath.

ZZZZzzzziiiipppp!!!

Another decline of the zipper, and now all could see, and all gave a gasp. Cassandra's breasts now swelled up right out of the opened part of the jacket. Two big pink mounds were crammed together to form a long line of cleavage that pointed down into the dark depths of the giant overstuffed jacket, and still only gave a hint of the glory contained within.

No one spoke, all mouths were slack jawed in disbelief. Cassandra slowly moved across the room to the standing closet. She opened one door to reveal a long slim mirror attached to the doors other side. She stood and stared with the others.

Tricia broke the silence. "Wow Cassandra, look at you."

"Yes," Cassandra let out in a soft breathy voice and a smile, "It's hard not to." She started backing away from the mirror, trying to reflect all her new vastness. She got as far back as the room would allow, and still the narrow mirror cropped out several inches from her most extreme curves. "Mmmm... a feast for the eyes." Cass performed a slow gyration before herself, running her hands down her hazardous new terrain, checking out her remarkable reflection. Looking pleased she reached out, way out, and grabbed her breasts. Cass squeezed herself, giving a little moan as her covered and coveted flesh bulged through her fingers. She turned to her leery looking onlookers, slowly let go and added, "and still plenty of room for dessert."

"Well," quipped Trish, "I personally think you look plenty stuffed, how bout throwing a bone to some of the others?"

"Yeah," chimed in Megan, "I mean, not that I want my... bone, or whatever, but don't you think you've had enough, I mean really, look at yourself."

"Oh, believe me I am, and what are you so worried about anyway?"

"I'm worried about you, Cassandra, I mean, this can't be healthy for you."

"Yeah," said Tricia. "I'd pay anything to see you attempt even one jumping jack without taking out half the room."

"Good point Trish," Cass laughed, "but Megan," she said turning towards Megan and striking her best Vanna White pose to show off her exciting new prizes, "I'm healthy in a greater sense. Why, I'm the very picture of Darwinism."

"What are you talking about?" asked Meg confused by the whole conversation and awestruck by her friends preposterous new proportions.

"I'm talking about evolution, about survival of the fittest, about how if any man had to pick one girl out of this group to be his mate, there just wouldn't be any question"

"That's not true, what a man wants is really..."

"... really big," Cass cut her off. "Men aren't about reason and sustenance. Men are about what's unreasonable, unattainable. They want substance. Less isn't more to a man, more is more. Big trucks, big meals, and big curvy women."

"No, no, statistics prove that..."

"I'm talking about real men. Real men stopped existing when things like statistics came along. I'm talking hit her on the head with a club and drag her into a cave man. I'm not talking about our sentimental modern man. I'm talking about primal man, Man-man. The man that every nice guy has had to suppress, to deny. Man just wants to sow his sweet little seed. Man wants fertility with a side of fries and he wants it super-sized He doesn't have time for a nice personality and sweet nothings in his ear, if he did, we never would have become the dominant species." Cassandra reached over and picked up one of the many female statuettes Megan had in her room. She looked at it reverently, going over it's exaggerated proportions as she petted it gently. "Once man made real the figure of pure fertility, used them as ritual objects during intercourse to promote procreation."

"What are you getting at?" Megan asked now noticing the similar shapes of the small fetish and her big friend.

"I'm saying she's back, and better than ever. Mother Earth, meet Fertility Goddess," and with that Cassandra opened Biff's jacket, and bared her huge jumbly self before a dumbfounded Megan.

"Cassandra!"

"Don't get all excited Megan, they're just breasts. Just a lot of breasts and some big fine ass. Good old T and A to the fella's. It's what separates us women from you girls."

"Look, I'm trying to be reasonable. Why are you acting this way? We used to see eye to eye on this."

"Hey, we did didn't we?" Cass paused and sized up herself and Megan, noticing that she's actually looking down at Megan for the first time. "I guess I have gotten taller, haven't I?"

"That's not what I meant," Megan argued pointlessly. Her friend was too distracted to hear reason.

Cassandra reached up and touched the rooms once unreachable ceiling, looking quite impressed. By stretching up however, she had also hoisted her humongous boobs right up in front of Megan's face. Though verbally disgusted, Megan did not move, her eyes betrayed her as she stared in awe.

As Cass looked back down Megan looked sharply away with a little "humph!" Cass gave a small smile that indicated that she had seen. She took a step forward.

Megan stepped quickly back.

"What's the matter Megan?" asked Cass coyly as she moved ahead again. "You like women don't you, you champion femininity, so how can you object to my beautiful new breasts?"

"Cassandra," Megan pleaded while backing away again from her ample advancer, "It's not about b-breasts. I mean, just look at yourself, you're a freak, you're... you're freakishly huge."

"I'm huge only by comparison." Cass took another step forward. Megan retreated again, but was now backed against the door. "Compared to you little anthills, I'm Mount St. Helens, but squeeze me into a room full of similarly large lovelies, and I'm only the norm, another breathtaking peak on the range." Cass took a final step and finished her advance on Megan, pushing her into the door, producing a pronounced thud. "Now look at yourself Meg, you're the freak, you're freakishly small." Cassandra pressed into Megan, her chest spread well passed Meg's arms, pinning them to her sides. Megan's own chest was smothered, but with Cass's breasts swollen and bulging between the two girls, it became difficult to tell to whom the bosoms actually belonged. For a moment, Megan looked down weakening, and for just a moment let herself imagine they were her own, and for just the briefest of seconds, wished it were so.

"Get off!" Megan managed to muscle some strength and push Cassandra back.

"Oh, feeling feisty aren't we little one?" Cassandra trembled briefly, trying to regain her center of gravity, yet maintaining her lock on Megan's eyes.

"Look, I don't care. This hasn't gone at all how I'd planned. I don't know why you're acting like this, and I don't care about my losses, I... I just want to call it a night."

"You're sure now Meg?" Cassandra asked taking a new step forward, "cause I think you've got a real hot streak in you somewhere."

Meg backs up again, looking flustered. "I don't, I assure you I don't."

"I don't know, I think I noticed something." Cassandra took another pronounced step, Megan can't help but stare as her opponents pronouncements shook and wobbled mere inches before her.

"My God..."

"I think you mean my Goddess."

"No," Megan took her last step back into the door, and raised her hands in a feeble, trembling protest. "I don't care," now practically sweating, still staring at Cassandra's armaments, "I mean, breasts aren't everything."

"You're absolutely right," Cassandra responded, then thrust herselves forward into Megan's open hands. "Breasts aren't everything, but you know what, they're a big part of it, and right now you've got two very big parts in those sweaty little palms of yours."

Megan was in tears. She was hit with waves of contradicting emotions. She went limp and tried to sink away, but she was held firmly in place by her friends steadfast chest.

Cass slowly backed off, letting her friend drop to the floor weeping.

"How can you possibly think these things," Megan sobbed staring at the floor, not wanting to look Cass in the eye.

"I don't," Cass let out in a giggle which caused her whole jiggly front to wiggle. "I just love getting a rise out of you. I'm sorry, but you've been in preachy overdrive tonight, and I just needed to humble you a bit. I honestly don't know why you let yourself get so worked up over these things. You know, let people decide for themselves how they want to view their own bodies." Cass tried to look past her outspread bosom and into the teary eyes of Megan who was still on the floor shaking. "Look, I'm sorry, I know got carried away, but come on, face it," Cass helped her friend up and then gestured to her chest, "tonight is not a normal night."

"You bitch," Megan said unconvincingly, allowing herself a little laugh, "you stinker, I hate you."

"Well," Cassandra started while trying to wedge herself back into Biff's jacket, "if it makes you feel better, I say screw what men want, these are all for me. I've been entirely selfish."

"But you're not serious right, you're not going to keep them?"

"Oh I don't know, I kind of like 'em," she said giving herself a little poke. "Just let me enjoy them for a little while, we've still hours more before sun-up."

Cass agreed that she's big enough for now, and they all decide to take a break from the game to watch the movie, and pizza is definitely in order. Cass offered to pay with her earlier cash winnings. She of course asked for extra toppings.

"Oh, I think you've gotten your extra toppings for tonight girl," quipped Tricia.

"Ha, ha, funny," Megan added putting the tape in the VCR, "can we please just forget about Cass and her exciting new tits, I really want to see how DeCaprio brutalized "Romeo and Juliet."

They all sat and watched the movie, except for Cass, who seemed unable to take her eyes off her spectacularly huge breasts. She tried to measure herself with the tape, but to her pleasant surprise the tape wasn't long enough to make it around her burgeoning bustline. "Well, I'm way past 60," she announced to herself noting the tapes meager length.

"Ssshhh!" somebody shushed.

"Poor little Leonardo," Cass cooed, "I'd like to show him what really sank the Titanic." She emphasized her point by slapping her left breast which produced a wonderfully heavy "Thump".

"Could we just watch the movie," snipped Megan.

"At least I could have kept him afloat," Cass teased while slapping the right.

Megan turned with a grimace, but Cass was saved by a knock at the door.

"Hang back girls, I want to impress at least one guy before the night is through." Cass struggled awkwardly trying to get her heavy new body to stand up, then slowly opened the door and stood aside allowing the Pizza guy just barely enough room to get inside. She then closed the door behind him and thoroughly blocked his exit.

"Here you go," said the unfazed pizza guy handing Cassandra the box.

Cassandra held the box away from her chest and tossed it aside. Although he was looking right at her, the Pizza boy certainly didn't deliver the reaction Cassandra expected.

"Ahem," she tried to draw his attention.

"Yeah, that's $7.50," he responded nonchalantly.

Cassandra, wishing she had thought to stash the cash in her cleavage, reached into her purse and handed over the money and a sultry smile, still to no avail. She shot a confused look to her friends.

Megan took another look and recognized the guy.

"Hey, you're Mike right, we have Accounting together."

"Oh, hey, is that you Megan?" he responded merrily, "I almost didn't recognize you."

"Well, yeah," she said suddenly feeling very self-conscious about her less impressive body. "I um, just got a haircut. And hey," she said changing the subject, "how's Ally, you two still together?"

"Oh, she's great, she's doing a semester in Greece to study painting. We've been writing back and forth, so its been a little rough. Four months is a long time."

"Well," Cassandra said moving her chest back into his frame of view. "I think I know of at least two ways that I could help pass that time."

"Sorry?" he asked innocently.

"Jeez Mike," Cass laughed and squashed her mountainous chest into his. "Do I have to spell it out for you? Don't be shy," she said looking down at her very noticable breasts, then seductively into his eyes.

"Oh, um... yes, they're very nice."

"Nice!" Cassandra repeated sounding very insulted.

"Yeah, I mean they're pretty big I guess, but..."

"But what?"

"Well, I've seen, you know... bigger."

"Where? On the internet! Certainly not on your precious little Ally," Cass spat viciously.

"Well, truth be told..." but the look he saw in Cassandra's eyes told him it was best not to continue. Looking like a rooster caught in a henhouse full of homicidal knife-wielding hens, he quickly made his escape, "so, yeah, enjoy the pizza girls, and I'll see you on Tuesday Megan."

After he left, Cassandra grabbed the pizza and slapped it on the table with tears welling up in her eyes. "I don't believe this, what do I have to do to get noticed by a guy?"

"Cass..." Megan started in a motherly tone.

"Don't, I don't want to hear it."

"Okay, but look, Mike's a nice guy and you were laying the slut down pretty hard on him, besides he's totally hung up on his girlfriend anyway. Megan looked reassuringly at Cass, but saw that Cassandra wasn't paying attention. Cass was staring back at her chest, but the look of awe was gone from her eyes, and was replaced with the familiar look of inadequacy.

"All right, lets deal."

"You're not serious."

"Oh, believe me I am. Come on, Ante up girls."

The game did not go well, one by one they called off their pitiful hands, leaving a maniacally grinning Cassandra last. Heather, who knew this hand would put her back in a training bra, snuck up from behind. She grabbed Cass's cards and slapped them face down on the table. The others chimed in and helped shove her into the closet, which was a fairly tight fit. They repeatedly pushed the double doors closed only to have Cass's pumped up protrusions pop them open again. Eventually Megan got a bicycle lock over and through the door's handles, and Cass was contained.

"Guys, I can hardly breath." Cass pleaded, now sounding frightened. "Come on, it's only a game."

"Yeah right," said Meredith, looking down at her remaining "B's", looking very sad but appreciative. "Come on girls, lets just clean up."

"Please let me out, you don't know how the games gonna go, we've still got a couple of hours to play."

"No, you've got a couple of hours in there, we'll let you out when the sun comes up."

Cass screamed sounding both angry and scared. "You can't!"

CREAK...

They all gasped as the closet doors bulged outwards, emphasizing Cass's outburst. "Sorry, but come on, it's not my fault that you're all such lousy card players."

"Look," stumbled Heather quickly trying to grab her things and go, "you won, all right, just call it a night."

"I'm sorry," Cass begged. "Really though, I think you picked a bad time to pull this. Honestly guys, my hand was lousy."

"What are you talking about," Meredith said holding up Cass's cards, "you had a straight."

CREAK...

All eyes shot to the closet. Heather grabbed the cards, "Meredith you idiot, now she..."

CRACK...

"Here I come," announced a demure voice in the now expanding closet.

The girls couldn't take their eyes off the straining doors even as they felt their losses slip away. They all watched, knowing where the payoff was going, and wondering if it was all possibly going to all fit in the crowded closet.

CREAK!

The doors, in cartoon fasion, slowly bowed outward from the immense strain.

A few more creaks, a few more cracks, and all backed away, yet all also stayed and awaited what was coming.

THACK!!

A hinge tore off. Meredith yelped as splinters of wood flew about. The doors continued to bulge and the metal strained as the closet's occupant occupied more and more unavailable space within. The bike lock held, but the cheap presswood doors looked ready to go. Inside Cass was compressed tighter and tighter as she continued to expand and fill every available space in the tiny box. It now felt like she wasn't so much in the closet as wearing it. Short of breath she closed her eyes and concentrated. She would defeat the closet just as she had defeated her bras. She just had to keep growing. Survival of the fittest.

Another inch here, another cup there, one more crack and one more thack along with another yelp from Meredith, and...

BLAM!!!

The door handles flew off and the doors parted abruptly releasing a blinding flash of wood, metal, dust, some garments, and one very large, super-jumbo-deluxe, mega- Cassandra.

"Wow, this morning I could barely fill an 'A' cup, now I don't even fit into closets."

Biff Redfield's quadruple XL jacket was well beyond overstuffed, but still it held true, if only by the bottom last button. The long jacket's waist had now risen up to meet her own. The lone straining button was held out a good foot and a half from Cass's midriff. From there, the bulging halves of the jacket spread out even further to form a very large and very wide "V". Just barely contained within were her breasts, huge and pink, and sending several feet of deep tight cleavage almost up to her chin. Her breasts being most pronounced, still didn't hide the fact that she was also taller, better coifed, and held a hearty ass out back.

Cassandra took a small cautious step forward, watching wearily as her gargantuan orbs shook and shivered. Another step only added to her aftershocks and her added new weight soon sent her into an uncontrolled forward lunge. She leaned sharply back while waving her arms to compensate, but this just threw her further off balance, and she was propelled backwards. A few more poorly coordinated reactions sent her trajectory spinning.

"Whoah!" yelped Cassandra as she proceeded with the least of grace, knocking over two lamps, a CD tower, and a very pissed looking Megan.

"Sorry, sorry, oh god... sorry," was all Cass could sputter as she tried to stabilize herself. Stepping gingerly over the wreckage she tried to take her seat. Unfortunately, as she sat, her big outreaching boobs plopped down on the tabletop with such force that they flipped all the contents over right onto her big twin platters.

Cass sat with a pout as she watched the various dips, chips and salsas run down the steep slopes of her smooth hills.

"A feast for the eyes, you sure were right about that one," Tricia joked while taking a chip off Cass's shoulder and dipping it into the potluck puddle that had accumulated in Cassandra's cleavage.

"Yeah," sighed Cass now trying to wipe herself clean. "I'm thinking maybe I should call it a night."

"Oh, no!" Megan interceded, quickly taking her seat. "No one leaves while they've still got the goods, it's your rule remember."

"Well, yeah, but..." Cass glanced over her vast expanses with wide eyes of both wonder and worry. "I guess I might just have to let my game slip a bit until sun-up."

"How awfully nice of you," Megan snipped back hastily dealing out a new hand as the others took their seats.

It was an odd sight at first. Cass dwarfed the others in all directions, but slowly things began to even out. No one spoke, they just played hand after hand. Tricia, despite her best efforts, kept coming up with good hands. Heather and Meredith soon looked like sisters, but Megan had literally swelled with her determination to overthrow the monstrous Cass that she had created. By 4:00 Meredith and Heather dropped out, each now flat and flabbergasted. Heather congratulated Cass on a game well played.

"Thanks Heather," said Cass genuinely. You know you're a great player, but maybe magics just not your game."

"Well, even though I came in with more to lose, I know you certainly had more to gain. You've got years of have-nots to make up for, good luck."

But not ten minutes later, Heather returned, bearing gifts in the form of a half-dozen big beautiful poker novices from the international floor. Heather sat on the bed and watched the show as the games resumed.

By 5:00 international relations broke down and the new girls parted with no parting gifts and yelling a great many horrible sounding curses at Heather. Cassandra, Megan, and Tricia remained, and the trio were an awesome sight. Each sat tall and long, each had a chest exceeding 70 inches, and each an ass that exceeded the boundaries of its chair. The little round table had been cleared away to accommodate the six massive breasts which rested heavily upon it. Cass's were still contained in Biff's old jacket. The painted lady on the back was now stretched and distended and in a way, closely resembled its weared. Tricia's massive hand-knit sweater covered her massive hand-fulls satisfactory, but Megan's once billowy blouse was now filled to a straining max with Megan. A small triangle of wood in the center of thses lucious masses was all the burgeoning bosoms revealed of the straining tabletop.

"Well," said Cass, "seems to me, that we're all pretty even here, and since that was your original goal, Megan, I think we should call it a three way tie and that's that."

"Well, that's nice Cass, but things don't look too even to me. Perhaps those big hooters of yours are affecting your eyesight, but I'd say you've still got a few letters of the alphabet over Trish and I. Besides, Trish, are you ready to call it a night?"

"No way, I'm almost twice as big as I started. I can't live like this."

"Neither can I, next hand."

The next hand resulted in high bets from all. Cass, still had a good deal of luck on her side, but her confidence had waned with Meg's current comeback, and the evil way she was now staring at Cass.

"I'll raise you..." Cass hesitated, looked down nervously...

"Well?!" Megan barked, startling Cassandra into a response.

"Two cups! No, wait..."

"Sorry Cassy, all bets are final. So I'll see your two cups and raise you five."

"Five!" cried Tricia. "That's nine total, that's too much."

"Too much?" Megan turned to Trish, "what are you whining about, I thought you were trying to get rid of those."

"Well, yeah, but if you haven't noticed," she said giving herself a jiggle for emphasis, "I haven't had much luck in losing tonight. I can't risk winning nine more sizes, I'll be huge. I fold."

"You can't."

"Well, I do," and with that she tossed her cards on the table.

Cass and Meg both watched her closely, looking for some kind of change, but none came.

"Shouldn't she lose the two she already put in?" Cass asked Meg.

"I don't know, I think Lydia said something about the cards not letting you benefit by folding, and since she wants to be smaller, it won't take a penalty... but," she added pointedly, "I'm sure if you fold, you could kiss those four cups you've already bet good bye. So, feeling lucky."

"I don't know, nine is a lot."

"Well, it's nine unless you want to raise me."

"I don't think so."

"Come on Cass, I bet you've got a good hand. Just think how big you could be."

"Well..."

"Just think how much bigger you could be..." Meg rubber her heaping mounds together, "than me."

"Ten!" Cass gasped with surprise at her own exclamation. "Ten, I'll see your bet and raise you another cup," she said now with confident, unworried eyes.

"How about eleven?" Megan added with equal confidence.

"Why not an even twelve?"

"Why not thirteen, make it a baker's dozen?"

"Fine!"

"O.K.!"

"Show me what you've got!"

"Four eights!" yelled Cass defiantly.

"Really?" said Megan coolly.

"So what have you got?"

"I have four..."

BAM!!!

The rooms door burst open before Megan could finish. The girls all jumped out of their seats, scattering quivering breastflesh about the room. "Which one of you is Megan!" a voice bellowed. Cass and Tricia took this as their cue, and scurried away to hide, smothering Heather in a corner, while Meg marched over to confront the menacing figure in the doorway.

"What the hell do you want? Can't you see we're busy." Meg put her hands on her wide hips and stood sternly in an effort to intimidate the intruder, not realizing that her pose was showing off all of her best curves, which did not go unnoticed. "Can't you see we're busy?" she repeated.

"I can see..." he hesitated, staring at the rise and fall of her tight blouse as she breathed heavily with anger.

"What?!"

He shook himself out of his trance, and closed his eyes trying to focus. "What did you do to Cheryl?"

"Oh," Megan immediately realized she was facing Cheryl's often fretted-over boyfriend. "I didn't do anything to her, she's a big girl, or was anyway. She is fully capable of thinking for herself."

"No, this is bullshit. This morning I had a girlfriend with the body of Carmen Electra, now its like I'm dating Sandy Duncan!"

"Well, I for one think that Sandy is a much better actress."

"That's not the point!"

"Look, I can see you're very angry, but I find it much more upsetting that you put so much value in your girlfriend's body, and not for who she really is."

"Well, that's easy for you to say since you're so, so..." his sentence trailed off, but he took a step towards Megan, his eyes in a trance as he was pulled in by the strong gravity of her bust.

"Hold it right there," Megan commanded. To her surprise, he stopped. He even took an obedient step back. Even though he could easily overpower her physically, Megan could see that she, or her chest, had the upper hand. She liked this new feeling of power.

"Look," he said trying to look away from Megan, "I love her, I really do, but.."

"But you think because now that she isn't so stacked, or such a fine piece of ass, that she's somehow less of a woman."

"I didn't say that!"

"But you thought it, didn't you?"

"Maybe, yeah, I admit it, but Cheryl's a mess. She's been crying for hours, and she won't even let me look at her."

"Well, I think you both have a lot of thinking to do."

"Look, this doesn't make any sense, how did you do this to her?"

"Magic."

"What?"

"Magic, you know, the black arts." Megan said this with growing impatience, trying to find a way out of the argument, and get back to the game before sunrise. "Look at us," she gestured over to Trish and Cass, who were still over in the corner, "you think bodies like these grow on trees. We're witches. Now go before Cheryl isn't the only one to have experienced some shrinkage tonight."

With that, he took one good last look at the three of them, stored the image in a safe place, and ran out of the room.

Megan turned and went back to her cards, but before she reached them she felt a hand grab her ass. "Bastard!" She spun with an open hand, but stopped short of slapping her new stubble faced offender. "Zach?"

"Hey baby, I heard you guys were doing some kind of kinky shit up here."

"Sorta, baby," Megan cooed. "So stud, what do you think of the new me.?" Megan proceeded to rub her new self all over a flabbergasted Zach. Cass and Trish and Heather both stared in amazement as Megan transformed herself from militant feminist to giggly jiggly girlie.

"Very nice babe." Zach then put his hands to work on Megan, and both of them proceeded very much as if they were the only ones in the room.

"Hey, if you guys need to be alone, I'm sure Trish and I have no problem with taking off." Cass said as she tried to shuffle by the dynamic duo on her way to the door.

Zach's eyes nearly fell out of his head. This new girl was even bigger than his own. "No need to leave doll," he said in a slur. He then slid his hands down off of Megan and made his approach on Cassandra.

"Real loyal one you've got here Meg," Cass snipped as she cringed away from Zach's sweaty palms.

"Zachary!" Meg yelled. "Get the hell away from that little tramp."

"Eh," Zach only half responded, "don't look so little to me."

"A little help here Meg," Cass said disgustedly, "like a leash for your dog here."

"Don't worry, I've got something much better." Megan held up her hand and showed off her cards, "Four Queens!"

Cassandra immediately started to diminish as her thirteen cup sizes went to the winner.

"Whoah," Zach pondered at Cass's shrinking bosom, "don't go."

"Zach," Megan said seductively from behind.

Zach turned to the sound of both her voice, and the sound of her tearing blouse. His confused and glassy eyes swiveled back from Cass's chest to Meg's, eventually bringing him to the conclusion that this was a give and take situation. Like an obedient dog, he trotted back to his expanding master. Misjudging the distance, he bounded straight into her taught and tightening blouse. The impact, coupled with Meg's expansion, was too much for the garment. The blouse exploded, ricocheting buttons and scattering fabric about the room.

Meg, now bare and now the owner of the largest breasts in the room, displayed her dominance proudly. Zach, trembled at her magnificence, and dropped to his knees in thanks. Megan then engulfed his praying head in her cleavage. "Tell me you love me."

"Mmmmffhh." was his muffled, but grateful response.

Meg backed away, and gestured for him to stand. "Now baby, time for you to go."

Zach, pouted and showing no understanding, moved to take back his rightful place amongst her warm fleshy mounds.

Meg stepped away, "no, no, no. Sorry babe, but mommy's got some more work to do, and you'll just be in the way."

"But..."

"But nothing," Meg continued in her mothering tone, "I'll see you after sunrise, and with some luck, I'll have even bigger surprises for you."

"But..."

"Go, go, go," she said plowing him out of the room with her free swinging orbs. When he was finally out, she closed the door, locking it.

"Well, lets finish this evening without any more interruptions, shall we?"

"Uggh," both Cass and Trish went back to the table, each still carrying a considerable load. "I just hope that's the end of that disgusting display," Cass chided, "god Meg, that was what you got to replace Biff?"

"Hmm," Meg said obviously, "I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you, what with my breasts being so much bigger than yours."

"Yeah, Meg, nice hand," Cass said sarcastically. "You're just growing by leaps and bounds.

"Try by feet and pounds!" she said shaking her humongous front. "How big would you say Trish?"

"Uh... bigger than a bread box," Trish responded nervously.

"But smaller than an ice box." Megan smiled then got up again. "I just need a minute before the next hand, seems a bit drafty in here. Megan sauntered over to the window, her huge bare breasts swinging with each step. She hesitated closing the window as she noticed some silhouettes in one of the windows over at the Arts and Sciences building. Now they were just silhouettes, and they were across the street, but Megan thought they definitely looked male, and they looked to be quite excited about something. A dirty little thought occurred to her and she hoisted herself up and squeezed her giant jugs out the window, the weight of which very nearly sent her toppling down five flights. She managed a good grip on the sill and yelled out "Hey boys, how do you like my personality?"

A muffled, "Jesus Chr..." was all the others could hear before Megan pulled herself back inside and slid the window shut. Another sound, one that sounded a lot like a car hitting a telephone pole, earned a satisfied grin. "Hmm, if there is such a thing as girl power I think I've gone nuclear. I wonder," she said picking up the tiny tape measure, "if I ever did wear a bra, what size I'd be?" The tape was barely long enough to make it across the front of her bust, but she was able to note that her nipples were now at least two and a half feet apart. "My, my, my," Megan exclaimed then began looking around the room for something to cover her titanic self up with, while the others followed her breasts which hung all the way down to her navel, with their unblinking eyes.

"This ought to do, don't you think Cassy." Megan pulled off a bed sheet, twisted it in half to form two massive cups, and wrapped it lengthwise around her chest. Tying it behind her back and behind her neck, it made for a believable if not enormous bra. She smiled down at the sprawling floral pattern before her, "not bad at all, and just think what I would have had to pay at Victoria's Secret." She did a cautiously slow but elegant spin to show off her improvised prize, "of course I left it a little roomy, you know, I'm still feeling lucky." With that she maneuvered herself back to the table, and with no subtlety whatsoever, brushed one big boob against the back of Cass's head in passing.

Cassandra grimaced, but said nothing. Secretly she was counting the many seconds it took for Megan's mammary to make it's pass......................................................... ............................................................................................................ ..............She was impressed to say the least.

Megan, not yet done goading Cassandra, slowly pulled her chair out a good two feet from the table. She went to sit, but gave her old friend a wink and then pulled back yet another foot. She tried to sit, but her expansive rump was hindered by the chairs narrow armrests. Megan gave a little wiggle and with a 'crack' and a 'pop' plopped her tremendous tush down in the tight little seat.

"Oh my, who do they make these chairs for, little waifs like you Cass? Anyhow, I see lights just about to break outside, so looks like this will be the last hand for the evening." She delt the cards out to herself, Trish, and Cass. Since she couldn't really reach past her own table sized chest, she stacked the three sets of cards out right on top of herself. Cass begrudgendly reached for her hand, but Megan gave a little twist, moving the cards out of her reach. "Oh, and this will be winner takes all, if that's allright with you?"

"Fine," Cass grumbled as she took her miserable hand.

"No problem," said Trish.

Heather, meanwhile, sat quietly, amazed and content to watch so much beauty turn so ugly against each other.

"All right Megan, I call, what do you have?" Cass ended the round sullen and sunken.

"Well," Megan smiled and gloated, "I just need to ask you a question first"

"And that is?"

"Would you like to keep Biff's jacket? I don't think that little thing will fit me anymore." Megan showed her first three cards, all sevens. "So that's one, two, three of a kind, and..." she said laying down the last two cards, a pair of Jacks, "one very full house."

"Yes!" Tricia smiled.

"No," whimpered a shrinking Cass.

"No?" Megan asked as she tried to get up, but her bulbous bottom held her firmly in the confines of her chair. Megan relaxed back into the creaking seat, keeping her eye on her diminishing, and let her expanding bottom deal with the chair. "What are you so upset about Cass? I mean, you haven't really lost anything tonight. You're going to leave the same flat-chested form- less fem you came in as. I'm the one who should be upset." Megan lectured calmly as slowly she rose as her ass spread up and out. She bulged under and over the chairs bowing arms. She was squeezed out almost a foot in the back. The chair resembled that of a preschoolers, and looked like it wasn't going to last. "I'm the one who failed tonight, failed to make you all see that beauty is all on the inside. No, I'm the one who has learned the lesson tonight." The chairs frame snapped with a bang, and Megan was finally able to rise gloriously.

Cassandra had gotten up as well, and was making a beeline for the door. Megan saw her retreat, and hauled ass, breast, and all the rest off to intercept.

"Stick around Cass," she said as she slammed heavily into Cassandra knocking her face first into the door. Cassandra turned slowly, now weeping, but refusing to look Megan in the eye.

Megan pushed her into the door again, now pinning her into place. "Don't you want to watch?" she asked as she leaned heavily into Cass. Megan now towered over the shrinking Cassandra. Her huge swelling breasts spread past Cassandra by over a foot on each side. Cassandra's once impressive endowments were soon all but gone, but Megan still swelled, as she continued absorbing Tricia's good fortunes. Her cleavage rose up past Cassandra's chin, and it soon covered her quivering lips. Cassandra was helpless. She tried in vain to escape from the geologic event that was Megan's tectonic tits. Megan was well beyond too big, and was getting bigger still. She reached out to her sides, which was now as far as she could reach, and gently massaged the smooth tight fabric that still tried to house her ever-expanding boobs. Heather, whoose yells went unheard by all, went back to the corner and cowered. Tricia sat on the bed and gleefully watched as her burdensome bosom sank away, completely oblivious to Cass's predicament.

Cassandra was having trouble breathing. The incredible weight that was holding her to the door was preventing her from filling her lungs with the necessary oxygen. She couldn't believe this, all this, was Megan. Megan was now all that she could see, Megan, now being two huge bulbous walls of floral covered flesh. Her nose was gradually enveloped by Meg's sweet smelling crevasse. It reminded her of a childhood nightmare where she was smothered in warm dough. Only this dream wasn't scary. She felt oddly comfortable, lodged between Megan's soft rising loaves, it felt like home. She was becoming light-headed. Megan was just too heavy. Cass was becoming dull to the pressure.

Megan could feel the pressure finally giving, the overstrained fabric of her bed sheet brassiere was losing its fight to a more powerful foe. A tear formed, and instantly a swelling bulge of flesh escaped, stretching and straining, pushing on for freedom. Another tear, then another. Cass's eyes were now covered, her tears had no where to fall. Tear began to meet tear, the sound of ripping and popping became constant as the makeshift garment still refused to surrender. Outpouring from all directions, Meg was slowly pushed backwards as her boobs bloated further and further beyond her, and far beyond her belief. Her view was taken up entirely by her own vastness. She was all she could see. Cass was gone and forgotten nothing mattered to Megan now except for the pressure between her and her ever tightening top. The pressure, and the accompanying rush of emotions were just too great. "God, it's gotta give sometime, Trish, what are you down to?"

"Hard to say, still pretty big, maybe in the "G" range."

"Really? That ought to do it... Ahhhghh, but that really ought to do it."

"FF" Tricia called out her shrinking sizes.

... Rrriipp. "Here comes!" yelled Megan.

"F"

"E"

... Scrrrrrriiiiiiiiip. "Oh, please... this is it!"

"DDD"

... Bigger, bigger...

"DD"

"D"

... Blam!!!

Mother Earth exploded. Megan was thrown back and landed hard on the floor, her now free breasts landing even harder onto her lap with a loud double-slap. Cass collapsed onto the floor. The last remnants of the unrecognizable cloth flew about the room like confetti, raining back down upon Megan's sea of tumultuous newborn flesh.

"Hey," Trish said wondering to deaf ears, "why have I stopped shrinking."

All attention was on Mega Megan.

"Meg, why have I stopped?" Tricia gave herself a little shake, trying to restart her deflation, "aren't you still growing?"

Everyone watched as the answer slowly drifted down and rested itself upon Megan's awesome acreage. A playing card, one that had been hidden in the snuggest of confines, but one that certainly belonged on the table, showed its guilty face.

"You cheated."

"Wha, wait no," mumbled Megan, dazed by the whole experience.

"But that means..."

"Oh, no..." whispered Tricia as she felt something deep inside. She hunched over and held herself tight, trying to contain the maelstrom she felt growing within her body. In an instant it seemed her clothes had suddenly become very confining. Her already stretched out panties dug deeply into her filling hips, and were quickly overcome as the fine silk ruptured from the force of finer flesh. Her slacks were tight, then very tight, then way too tight. They had puffed out like clown pants. They didn't last long either, first they strained, then they split, shredding about her tiny waist. Trish was reaching back, grabbing at the remains still hanging off her still rounding ass. "Wait, wait," she cried to no avail. She looked to the window, and saw the first rays of light pierce the morning sky. "No, wait, there's... there still must be time for one more game."

Trish's breasts stuck out like twin zeppelins, casting a shadow over the other players. Her once roomy cable-knit sweater now looked more like a big blue fishnet stocking. The gaps between the straining yarn were widening, each a window to her pale and persistent flesh. It was too late, she had won. She tried standing still and she tried to hold herself in, but still she was moving out in all directions. It couldn't be stopped. There was nothing to do but grow, and grow, and grow...

...Cass awoke to the now familiar sounds of clothes shredding and girls yelling. She opened her bleary-eyes and saw her old friend Meg, sitting on the floor crying and clutching some very impressive breasts. Impressive, but not that impressive. Tricia's on the other hand, they were really impressive, and seemed to be getting more impressive by the minute. Tricia was hysterical, and Heather just couldn't seem to understand her. It seemed to Cass that Tricia was trying to reach her back pocket, which she obviously wasn't going to achieve, what with the size of her rump and big hindering breasts in the way.

"Wait, no, please, just... my pocket!" she cried as she continued spreading stretching and swelling.

Cass, still feeling quite out of it, crawled over to see what all the hullabaloo was about. She managed to stand by crawling up Trish's long and lengthening leg. Moving Tricia's long golden river of hair aside, Cass was surprised to see that Tricia's bottom came almost right up to her top, forgetting that she herself had shrunk down a ways, and that Trish had certainly grown. Cass felt a bit like that Alice girl from some book she couldn't remember just now. Perhaps, she wondered there might be a bottle or some cake in Tricia's pocket.

Tricia's pants had been reduced to tatters, and with all her flailing and growing, Cass had trouble finding the pocket in question. Something did manage to catch her eye though, something that didn't seem to belong. Cass reached out and grabbed it. It looked like a bit of paper sticking out of... a pocket. She pulled it out, and gasped as she was snapped into full consciousness.

"You cheated?"

The room went silent. Towering Trish stopped growing, stopped crying, and turned gratefully to Cass.

"I was trying to lose."

Cass closed her eyes. Cass grew. She grew and she grew. She grew and she defied gravity, physics, theory and reason. She grew and she defied logic. She defied trends and stereotypes. She defied feminism, sexism, and Darwinism. And still she grew. She grew past all whimsy and fantasy. She even grew out of Biff Redfield's old jacket. She didn't care. It was out of her control, she just stayed in the moment drowned out everything and fully enjoyed the experience.

She felt the pressure, the tension, the stress, and the strain. She heard snapping and popping, tearing and shredding. She was growing, spreading, swelling, becoming.

When all was done, Cassandra slowly opened her eyes and winced at the freshly risen sun. How big could she have gotten? She didn't feel big, she just felt like she was the size she ought to be.

Cassandra stood, a Babylon woman, towering above the others. She saw little beyond her own form. Cass maneuvered herself with surprising grace over to the bed and sat. The bed gave a loud creak that caused her to grimace just a bit. The mattress sagged and the metal frame bowed under her glorious weight and moaned woefully with her every move. She looked at her staring friends. She now saw them eye to eye, although she was sitting and they were standing. Her long silky legs reached out halfway across the room. Her thighs thickened with every inch from her knees, spreading on up to her widespread bottom. Her hair fell down onto the mattress in a gentle sea of waves and curls. Her breasts, soft, full and beyond compare, rested on and spread around her legs, reaching all the way out to her knees. She was an enormous mountain of bare flesh and curves. She was the sum of all their parts, but now there was no more gloating, no more jealousy. No one spoke, all just tried to absorb all that was Cassandra.

"My, my my," Cass finally broke the silence, her voice peaceful, her look reverent but concerned. "So... just how long until the next full moon?"

"I'm not sure," said Meg with a friendly tone. "I'll see if I can track down Lydia."

"Yeah, please do," said Cass. "She might know of some way to reverse all this, and I think maybe now we can all learn to share. I'd pay her a visit, but..." She looked at the door, then at her wide front, "maybe you'd better give her this room number and see if she can make a housecall."



The End...