When Dreams Come True

The girl screamed as she noticed her breasts expanding, but the scream of terror soon turned into a moan of pleasure. I stepped back wide-eyed. She shook her head and undid her long blonde hair and let it fall down her back. She turned towards me, her breasts still expanding slowly. She grabbed me and pulled me close to her. Our lips brushed lightly, then we kissed. I could feel her breasts pushing against me. Soon I could feel her stomach pushing out too. She gasped. I was pushed away from her by her extraordinarily large breasts, which were now at least the size of beach balls. She moaned, apparently experiencing a great, sexual feeling. She opened her mouth to moan again but instead what I heard was a strange buzzing sound coming from her. I opened my eyes, and I was back in my room. The buzzing was coming from my alarm clock. I sighed, and got ready for school.

It was second hour already and I was in science. I could barely remember what had happened in that dream and I didn’t really want to. The teacher was going on about plate tectonics, but I wasn’t paying attention. I was fumbling with a note that had been put in my locker. It was obviously written by a girl, because it was neatly written and the i was dotted with a smiley. It said, “meet at the third floor bathroom at about 9:45.” The teacher had stopped talking at 9:43. I asked to go to the bathroom and she let mo go.

I was standing outside the boys’ side of the bathroom. I hadn’t been there long, but I was starting to think that this girl wasn’t coming. But I stayed. I’m not really the kind of guy that the girls would want to go out with. I was extremely surprised when I had found the note. Few people were in the halls this time of day. I was getting ready to go when I heard the rhythmic thumping of footsteps coming down the hall. I looked to see who it was. It was a girl named Taylor Micks.

She was a very cute girl. She had long blonde hair that she usually kept held up in an intricate, but attractive, bun. She had deep blue eyes and delicate facial features. She had not really started to grow her breasts yet, unlike Rachael Amadon (who I suspect really stuffs her bra). But over all, she was pretty cute.

I was surprised to see her walking down hear and wondered what she could possibly want with me. I’m not really considered a “ladies’ man” if you know what I mean. I started to get a drink from the fountain, just incase she wasn’t the one who wrote me a note and I didn’t want to look stupid. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I was quickly brought up from my drink. I turned around to see Taylor’s face only inches from mine. She dragged me into the girls’ side of the bathroom.

“I need more,” she said

“What?” I asked, looking bewildered.

“I need more!” she said again, this time a little louder and I was afraid someone might have heard her.

“Taylor I seriously have no idea what you’re talking about,” I whispered, hoping that she would whisper too.

“You exactly what I mean,” she whispered. ”It was just this morning when you did it.”

“Wait, are you talking about that creepy dream?” I asked, forgetting to whisper.

“Yes! But it wasn’t a dream to me!” she said and I just stared at her. She moved closer to me and put a hand on my shoulder. “It was the most amazing feeling I ever had, and I would do anything to have it again. Then she kissed me, a long, passionate kiss. I stopped for a second, this being my first real kiss (like I said, I’m not really what you would call a “ladies’ man”). Then, for some unfathomable reason, I pushed her back.

“Wait but I don’t even know how I did it the last time,” I said, then hating myself for ending the kiss.

“Well all you did was just kinda stepped back, clenched your eyes shut, and you did it,” said Taylor.

I raised one eyebrow, something I love being able to do. Then, almost just to amuse her, I stepped back and closed m eyes. I pictured what I could remember from the dream, which seemed to be a lot more now. Suddenly I heard Taylor gasp. I opened my eyes and I could see that her breast really had grown.

“Oh my freaking GOD!” I practically yelled.

“No, don’t stop,” she said, almost as if she was out of breath.

I closed my eyes again and pictured her breasts getting even bigger. I opened my eyes to see and it happened. Taylor threw back her head and moaned.

“Yes, that’s it,” she breathed.

Her breasts were now the size of cantaloupes.

“Like I said before,” Taylor said as she stepped towards me and rubbed her newly ample breasts against me. ”I will do anything for this.”

“Anything?” I asked, raising one eyebrow.