Rebound

Alexis glared. She had gotten good at glaring in her life, had perfected her withering glare, gotten it down to a finely-honed edge that could knife anyone she deemed displeasing.

Her mother Linda was having none of it. “Finish your dinner or you can’t go to the mall this evening,” she said, giving Alexis a glare back of her own that more than matched her daughter’s petulance. Sullenly, Alexis picked away at her plate some more, watching her mom eat. More specifically, she was watching, as subtly as she could, her mom’s breasts.

Alexis loved and hated her mother in almost equal measure. Sure, her mom was supportive, brainy, loving, all that fairy-tale stuff you want a mom to be. But she was also the most beautiful person Alexis had ever seen, a statuesque 6′2″ with long brown hair and an hourglass figure, topped off with a pair of the biggest, bounciest, most perfect breasts the world had ever seen. No matter how she covered them up, her bounty was obvious to all lookers – and there were a lot of lookers.

Alexis had grown up believing that she, too, was going to grow into a gorgeous bombshell, and had built an elaborate plan as she’d grown up that she was going to be the pretty, popular, queen bee of her high school, date the jock and ace the SATs, all while stunning all the boys with her big, beautiful breasts.

If she had been honest with herself, Alexis might have wondered if she wasn’t manifesting some sort of Electra-Complex thing. But she’d sort of sleepwalked through that portion of English, and besides, she obviously didn’t want to kill her mother, just, you know… match up to her, somehow.

In the end, what the genetic lottery appeared to have dealt Alexis was something of a busted flush. She’d gotten her mother’s height – Alexis was a wiry 5′8″ with some inches probably left to grow – but the rest of her was, in her mind, plain and unremarkable. Little B-cup boobs, no ass to speak of, even her hair let her down, a bushy, stringy bird’s nest that she had to spend ages working product into to make not look like she’d just rolled out of bed.

The brains had come through, though – Alexis was smart, clever, and motivated, a real teacher’s pet when she put her mind to it. And tonight, she was putting every ounce of brainpower into being angry at her mother’s boobs, which had a side effect of making her not particularly hungry.

“Is that enough?” She asked after a few more minutes chasing peas around her plate with her fork. Linda sighed, and nodded. Alexis bolted for the kitchen, scraped off her plate, and was out the door barely faster than her mom’s embarrasing “Love you, honey!”

The mall was just a few bus stops away, and Alexis’ mood brightened considerably on the way there, since the objects of her obsession were no longer bouncing obscenely before her eyes. But still: how dare her mother steal all the boob-growing mojo in the family for herself? She continued to ponder ways to exact her revenge as she made a quick lap of the mall. She didn’t see any of her friends from school, but over in the corner of one of the sleepier wings of the three-story megaplex was a shop Alexis had never seen before, named “Suburban Thaumaturgy”.

Alexis felt herself drawn to it. The display windows were filled with heavy-looking books, and a few small stands held delicate strands of gold with various precious stones hanging from them. Curious, she pulled open the door and stepped inside.

It was a tall, narrow space, dimly lit from above. The decor was similar to the windows: crammed to the brim and not organized in any way, books and jewelry and strange-looking bottles were scattered around in an aggressively-haphazard way.

“Hello there!” a cheery voice called out, and from behind a shelf a tall blonde woman appeared, wearing a very conventional blouse and skirt and smiling a Alexis. “Welcome to Suburban Thaumaturgy, how can I help you today?”

“I want revenge,” Alexis blurted out.

“Ooh! Well, I’m sure we can assist you with that. What’s the damage, dear?”

Alexis found herself unburdening her physical neuroses to this woman, complaining about having to watch her mother jiggle her way through life while she got the crumbs, even telling her how she’d once stolen her bra, stuffed it full of socks, and paraded around in front of her mirror one long weekend when everyone else was out of town. She’d been so turned on she had nearly exploded without even touching herself.

As Alexis finished, the saleswoman pursed her lips. “You know, I have the perfect thing, wait right here.” She vanished back into the depths of the store, leaving Alexis alone. She could still hear her humming to herself as she searched.

A minute later, the woman reappeared, carrying a necklace. The silver chain was narrow, and supported a single pea-sized dark-red ruby in a simple four-pointed setting. Alexis thought it was gorgeous, exactly her style.

“This necklace will allow you to claim your birthright,” she said, holding it out toward Alexis, who hesitantly reached up to take it. The gem was slightly warm in her palm.

“Simply concentrate on the attribute you want from another, and it will be transfered to you.”

“That’s impossible.”

“You disbelieve? Here, try it on me. You wish to be taller? Take a few inches.” She stood up straight, and gestured for Alexis to put the necklace on.

Alexis did so, and then, feeling a little foolish, imagined the saleswoman and herself swapping heights. Immediately, she was filled with a tingly warmth, like someone had suddenly thrown her into a hot shower. “Oh!”

As the two of them stood facing each other, Alexis could feel herself stretching upward as the saleswoman lost inch after inch of height. From her base of 5'8", Alexis was now cresting a full six feet, and looking down at the top of the saleswoman’s head. She could feel her clothes shifting as she grew, their size adjusting for her new stature, her reflexes filling in for hew revised growth spurt. Finally, she topped out at 6'2", and the saleswoman was down at her old height of 5'8".

“There, easy. And no one else will notice any difference. But beware!” The saleswoman pointed at the jewel, which was now glowing dully. “Greed will be punished. Revenge magic should only be used to further the cause of justice.”

“Got it,” Alexis said, still shocked at her new perspective six inches heigher off the ground.

“That will be twenty dollars. Would you like a box or are you going to wear it out?”

A few minutes later, Alexis was blinking, letting her eyes readjust to the harsh fluorescent lighting back outside the shop. She’d lost track of time; the mall would be closing soon. As she strode past the other stores, she marvelled at how different everything seemed with just a few extra inches – men and women alike looked up at her to meet her gaze, and most moved out of the way if they were walking toward each other. She felt like the most powerful girl in the world.

Her good mood lasted until she made it to the food court and ran into Jenny. Jenny was a short, curvy classmate of Alexis’ who was always bragging about her sexual conquests. “Boys love an ass like this,” she would say, bending over in the locker room and showing off her perfect posterior. “And let me tell you, Joey’s big thick ten inches was fucking amazing.” Joey, the captain of the football team, that was. She said she’d slept with every single dick bigger than six inches in the school, a claim that no one was in any position to debate. Most girls found her fascinating and repuslive in equal measure, and Alexis was no exception.

“Hey Beanpole! What’s up?” Jenny smirked as she saw Alexis. “Any luck finding a boy interested in stick insects?” She emphasized this line with a hip shimmy that could have doubled as a test for a seismograph.

Alexis’ face flushed. Jenny’s taunts were always embarassing, bug she knew there wasn’t anything she could do–

–wait. Of course there was something she could do.

Grinning, Alexis stopped and stepped closer to Jenny, forcing the much shorter girl to look straight up at her to maintain eye contact. “Oh, I do alright with by the boys,” she said, concentrating on what she wanted to have happen.

The warmth returned, and Alexis watched as Jenny’s curves seemed to just melt away, her jeans transforming from painted-on hip-huggers to loose-cut Levi’s, her top tightening into a low-cut babydoll to better show off her breasts, which Alexis decided to be merciful and let her keep, since, after all, she had another source for those coming up soon.

At the same time, Alexis’ own body was growing. Her previously toned-but-tiny butt was swelling rapidly into a booty, no, a veritable shelf she could stack books on! Her hips exploded outward, all the sand in her hourglass filling her bottom half like an extra in a 90s rap video.

Finally, the transfer was complete. Alexis stuck her hand into one of her pockets and cocked her hips to the side, a novel experience for the previously-skinny young woman. “What about you?”

Jenny grinned up at her. “Well, I can’t reel them in with my ass like you can, girl, but I still hold my own!” She adjusted her top, letting her D-cups show off maximum cleavage to distract from her twig-like lower body.

Alexis and Jenny made further small talk before Alexis managed to get away, hoping that the powerful arousal she was fighting to contain wasn’t obvious through her jeans. She made it to her car without further incident, and drove home with her panties wedged between her thighs so distractingly that she nearly rear-ended a guy at a stop-sign.

Alexis nearly skipped into the house, ready for her date with destiny, but was stopped short by a note on the garage door.

Had to run out for some errands.
Will be back later.
–Mom

Alexis pouted, but made her way inside anyway, pushing the door closed with her new fat butt – a sensation that sent tingles up and down her spine again.

“Anyone home?” She called as she walked into the living room. Hearing no reply, she raced upstairs, pulling off her shirt as she went, desperate to see what she looked like in a mirror.

She peeled off her tight jeans and plucked the floss-like thong her underwear had transformed into from between her cheeks, then turned to face the full-length mirror inside her closet.

“…holy shit,” she whispered, drinking in her reflection. She looked even better than she’d expected, her wide hips and thick thighs fitting perfectly on her tall form. Her skin was smooth and flawless, even better than Jenny’s ass had been. “I only took the good parts,” she mused, imagining that Jenny still had the subtle stretch marks that she’d been unable to hide when showing off her ass in the locker room.

Alexis pushed her knees together, and shivered at the sensation of her muscular thighs putting ever-so-slight but oh-so-pleasurable pressure on her lips. Before she even realized she was doing it, her hand had slid over and she started stroking herself, her other hand grabbing and caressing her hips and ass.

“I’m so hot…” she moaned, new memories flowing into her mind: of teasing all the boys with her prodigous posterior, sneaking out and taking belly-dancing lessons at the Y to better learn how to use her hips to her advantage, of giving her boyfriend a lapdance so great he came in his pants without her even touching him…

…wait, boyfriend? As her fingers slipped inside herself, one by one, Alexis realized this new body of hers had made dating not just a dream but a reality. Although not as much of a huge slut as Jenny had been, Alexis now remembered winding a couple of boys around her fingers over the last few years, speeding around the bases as her ass grew fatter and fatter. She’d even let her last boyfriend, a clever, funny baseball player named Dan, try anal!

She blushed at the memory, and felt her knees shudder as she came. A trickle of juice ran down the inside of her thighs.

“God, if I’m this hot with an ass, I can’t wait to get some tits to go with it!” She patted her chest, feeling her nipples stand straight up against her t-shirt.

She slipped down the hall to the bathroom and took a quick shower, soaping up and rinsing off the smell of sex and arousal, fighting the urge to finger-fuck herself again. “Plenty of time for that later,” she chided herself.

As she got dressed again, she heard the garage door open. “Alexis? You home?”

“Be down in a minute,” she hollered back to Mom. It was almost time. She patted the necklace, admiring how the ruby was glowing dimly. She pulled on her smallest bra, a lacy little B-cup, and her tightest, lowest-cut t-shirt – she wanted to see this as it happened.

“Did you find what you were looking for at the mall?” Her mom asked as Alexis stepped into the kitchen. She was putting away a sack of groceries, and stopped to take a look at her daughter. “Oh, is that a new shirt?”

Alexis’ anger flared back up as her mother’s massive chest swung back into view, the melons under her blouse jiggling unrestrainedly. “Yes, I found exactly what I wanted,” she said, grinning, and concentrated.

Immediately, she was filled with the warmth again, flooding her body, and pouring into her breasts, which, after a moment’s hesitation, began to grow, pressing forward into her bra. As Alexis watched, her cleavage began to fill out and deepen, each passing moment resulting in another inch of growth for her bosom. She reached up and grabbed them in her hands, feeling them grow fuller and heavier, already well past D-cups and still growing rapidly.

This was what she had waited for, what she had longed for, for years! The sensation of her shirt filling up, her breasts growing fatter and heavier and bigger, clothes trying and failing to contain her huge tits. She could feel her bra changing underneath her taut t-shirt, sprouting more hooks and wires in a futile attempt to contain her ballooning bust.

Alexis’ knees wobbled as she came, the sensation simply overwhelming. And yet the growth didn’t stop, and her arousal simply built again, as she drained inch after inch from her mother, who was starting to look quite a bit more average, her breasts merely “big boobs” instead of “mammoth mammaries”.

But Alexis couldn’t stop there. She wouldn’t be satisfied until her mother was as flat-chested as Alexis had been for years, until she got her fullest revenge. And so the transfer continued, as Alexis grew past grapefruits, past cantaloupes, toward the bra-busting end of the alphabet her mother had occupied. And her mother got smaller and smaller, her breasts wasting away, until she was down to a pair of pert little B-cups, same as her daughter had had.

Alexis paused, groping herself. Was she satisfied, was that enough? To trade places with the woman whose body had tormented her for her entire life?

No.

And with one last push, Alexis sucked the last few inches out of her mother, leaving her completely, utterly flat-chested, and Alexis with a pair of world-record, bra-destroying, watermelon-dwarfing breasts. Her t-shirt was stretched thin over them, and her hands sunk in up to her wrists as she groped herself, pussy twitching and gushing with arousal. Memories of absolutely ruling her school flowed into her head, her hyper-sexual body effortlessly seducing anyone she set her eyes upon – boys, girls, parents… she was the head cheerleader, the prom queen, had the highest GPA in the district, and still found time to pick from her list of studs when she was horny. God, she’d even roped the cheerleading squad into a massive orgy to try and sate her libido last year as a “teambuilding exercise”! And the best part of all was her mom just looking on helplessly as her daughter effortlessly outclassed her! Alexis came again just thinking about it!

And then she noticed that the ruby around her neck was glowing very, very brightly.

There was a crackling sound filling her ears. Alexis’ hands reached up to grab her necklace, which was starting to float off her neck and glow brighter, and brighter…

As Alexis’ finger touched the gem, it let out a final loud pop and, shining brightly, it shattered.

Immediately, the warmth returned, but this time, Alexis was not aroused. The heat was unpleasant, and felt sickly and wrong.

She could feel herself shrinking, the inches she had taken from the saleswoman ebbing away. Her hips were tightening and narrowing, flowing back across the city to Jenny’s body, restoring her to her callipygian glory. Within moments, she was again 5′8″ and narrow-hipped.

Her breasts were shrinking too, but slower, and Alexis was shocked to hear her mother moaning as they flowed back across the kitchen to their rightful owner. “Mom?” She asked, confused.

“Oh Alexis, what have you done?” Her mother asked, frowning. “I– I feel like I didn’t always look like this… I’m supposed to be bigger…” Her breasts were already back to D-cups and the transfer was picking up speed, Alexis’ breasts feeling like they were being consumed by the same fire that had sapped away the rest of her stolen development.

“Mom, I’m so sorry, I just…” watching her mom’s bust re-inflate, she was getting aroused again despite herself, even though it was at her own expense. She was already filling out her shirt with a pair of melons, and Alexis’ own shirt was concealing a shrinking pair of F-cups, and the transfer still picked up speed.

Finally, the moment Alexis was dreading – she was flat-chested again. Now not even her B-cups remained. But why, then, could she still feel that damn flicker of heat? And why… why was her mother still growing?!

Now it was her mother’s turn to pant and gasp with arousal as her breasts grew. The jiggly watermelons that Alexis had coveted for so long were now expanding far beyond that, and as her mother’s hands sank into their undersides, Alexis could see them growing larger inch by glorious inch.

But how? And as if by magic, a vision appeared before her mind’s eye, of her and an older, hotter version of herself, standing side-by-side. Alexis’ older self had a big, bouncy, very full bust, but as she watched a stream of red light flowed out of her younger self and her older self’s breasts grew smaller and smaller and smaller.

“I was going to be huge…” Alexis realized, “and this is my punishment.” The saleswoman’s words rang in her ears: “Greed will be punished!”

And so Alexis could do nothing but watch as her mother’s breasts continued to grow and grow. They now filled her torso from shoulder to navel, big as beach balls and soft as Jello, and easily obscured her elbows, yet still were firm enough to create a huge valley of cleavage between them.

Finally, the warmth abated, and Alexis and her mother were left standing facing each other in the kitchen, both panting and breathing hard. Alexis looked no different than she had just a few hours previous at the dinner table; her mother, now with breasts easily larger than any other woman on Earth.

“Come here, honey,” Alexis’ mother said, throwing her arms wide, tears in her eyes. “I’m so, so sorry.” And, now sobbing herself, Alexis did so, collapsing into a hug and nearly vanishing into her mother’s cleavage as she did so. They just stood there and hugged each other for a little while; her mother, now fully aware of what had happened (and why) thanks to the magic, and Alexis, in utter despair.

“Shhh, shh, it’s OK. We’re going to go to that shop tomorrow and see if we can’t get this straightened out,” she murmured into Alexis’ ear. “Now why don’t you go upstairs and get ready for bed and let your mother finish unpacking the groceries.”

Nodding, Alexis did so, disengaging from the monumental softness of her bosom only reluctantly. As Alexis vanished upstairs, her mother took a moment to examine herself.

“I’m… enormous,” she said, quietly, hands roaming over her titanic bosom. And yet, she felt no strain, no pain, her back seemingly perfectly adjusted to the weight of her breasts. She reached out and massaged her nipples, barely visible through her shirt, and was rewarded with an almost unearthly surge of pleasure. “Wooh! Let’s not do that right away,” she said, blushing as they erected themselves against the fabric.

“I’m so sorry, Alexis,” she said, thinking of her flat-chested daughter. “If only you’d been just a little more patient.” She sighed, then turned and, with difficulty, put away the rest of the groceries. She just hoped that store could help fix things tomorrow.