Suburban Thaumaturgy
“Hey, check this place out,” Jenny said, pointing to the new store in the mall. “It’s open finally!”
Mary and Hannah both took in the view. “Suburban Thaumaturgy? Is that a play on Urban Outfitters?”
“Looks like they’ve got a bunch of cute things; let’s check it out.” The three high schoolers wandered in the front door and split up, each headed to a different corner of the store.
Jenny made her way over to the clothing section. Her statuesque six-and-a-half-foot tall figure gave her a tendency to feel like she was looming over her friends, even when she was trying to stand as normal as possible, and it was nice to get away from them for a little while.
These are cute, she thought, browsing some bras on the rack. Her own bras were feeling, sadly, a little loose in the cups and tight in the bands, a consequence of her most recent growth spurt, which seemed to add inches to her spine at the expense of the rest of her body’s curves. Strangely, the bras were only sorted by band size; the cups were completely unlabeled. Selecting a few of the nicer-looking ones with cups that looked small enough, she made her way over to the dressing room.
The first one was a nice and plain peach-colored bra. After pulling off her own shirt and loose B-cup, she pulled the new one up her arms and fastened the strap in back, then reached forward to situate her breasts properly…
…the cups of the bra lifted and held her DDs well, she thought, turning to the side to get a nice view of her shelf of boobage. And the band was a perfect fit. She squeezed her arms together and was rewarded with an extra-deep valley of cleavage, held in place firmly by the bra.
“Very nice,” she said, brushing a strand of blond hair out of her eyes. “Let’s see how this other one fits.”
She pulled off the peach bra and picked up a larger, more heavy-duty fitness bra. With breasts like hers, situated on her tall, athletic body, Jenny needed all the support she could find to keep from ruining her back when she ran. Carefully, she pulled it down over her mass of blond curls and then past her breasts…
…which was no mean feat, considering how far off her chest her H-cups thrust, even when they were hanging braless. Carefully, she fitted her breasts into the deep pockets of the stretchy bra, and marveled at the way it compressed and kept her boobs from bouncing around. She even did some jumping jacks in the surprisingly-large fitting room and barely felt her tits budge.
“Great!” Jenny said enthusiastically. I’ve been looking for a sports bra strong enough to handle these babies for ages! Excited for the opportunity to really start exercising again, she peeled the spandex miracle off again and reached for the third bra she’d picked up.
This one was almost entirely lace, barely there at all, and she was gripped with skepticism. There was no way something as insubstantial as this would be able to support breasts like hers, even if she’d look amazing in it and it’d make her girlfriend super happy. But she figured there was no harm in trying it on…
…Jenny knew she was a freak. Six and a half feet tall, with massive M-cup boobs, she was outlandish, a sexual fantasy somehow made all too real. Sometimes, she hated it – hated how it made her so different from everyone else.
But other times, she absolutely reveled in it. A bra like this reminded her of why she loved her body, restored her confidence in herself. She looked amazing. The lace seemed painted onto her enormous breasts, barely obscuring her cork-sized nipples, and yet she barely felt the weight of her mammaries on her athletic back. She leaned over and was rewarded with the sight of what seemed like miles of cleavage filling the mirror in front of her, blond curls tickling the slopes of her bosom.
“Lilly is going to fucking cream when she sees me in this,” Jenny said, grinning triumphantly.
Mary wandered into an aisle of jewelry inside the enormous store. It was deceptively huge, she thought, much bigger inside than it had appeared from its footprint in the mall.
Mary had always loved charms and bracelets, and the store had a little build-your-own station, with a neat locking mechanism for both stones and charms that she was eager to play with. Pulling on a starter bracelet, Mary began digging through the options.
The first one she found that she really liked was a gorgeous hunk of moonstone, silvery and bright. She clicked it into place on the band and admired it, not noticing that her pants grew slightly tighter around her belly as she did so.
From there, she found a shapely torso of a woman to add, thinking of how much she had been growing as of late. Mary was a late bloomer, and had been hung up on how short and plain she had been for much of high school, but recently she’d begun properly filling out her tops, and her hips had gone from nonexistent to properly womanly. As a result, she’d been feeling both much more sexual, as well as flirting non-stop with every boy she met, to the rapidly-diminishing amusement of her friends.
She thought back to the last boy she’d had her eye on as she attached a piece of turquoise to the band. Her hips flared out even further and a little muffin top appeared at her waist as she recalled how he couldn’t keep his hands off her body, right up to and during their heavy makeouts under the school bleachers. The same place she’d taken many other boys, too.
She grabbed a charm shaped like a lily and added that to the bracelet. Her pants suddenly changed, from a low-slung pair of hip-huggers to a high-waisted, elastic-banded pair of pregnancy jeans.
She should have seen it coming, she supposed. A rockin’ body like this with an inexperienced girl behind the wheel and there was bound to be a slip-up sooner or later. Mary’s problem was that she had literally no idea which of the many, many boys she’d been having sex with at school could have been the father to the little girl she was now carrying in her womb.
Four months along and already showing hugely, Mary’s body was a “baby factory”, the doctor had said to her in one of their more private moments. “I’m honestly surprised it took as long as it did,” she’d said, examining Mary’s charts.
Well, no use crying about it now, she thought, and attached a pretty greenish piece of unakite to the bracelet. Her belly pushed forward a little further as her twin daughters jockeyed for space inside of her.
She swelled still further as she added more charms and stones, each one adding a few more inches to her dramatically-expanded waistline. Finally, after a little piece of green stichtite, she had filled the bracelet. Smiling, Mary looked it over as she rubbed her other hand along her enormous belly.
A pregnant high school student was almost always eye-catching, but Mary was a special case. Quadruplets by an unknown boy, on top of her already outrageously-shapely body, had turned her into a walking fertility idol, her breasts nearly as large as her best friend Jenny’s whoppers, her hips so wide that she sometimes had trouble fitting into chairs with arms on them. Her belly jutted far in front of her, her belly button displaced from her previously-pudgy belly by over a foot, with at least another month of serious growing still to go.
At least she was healthy. The doctors constantly commented on it; her main physician had never seen anyone carry quads to full term, but she was in the middle of what they guessed was week 35 and was as mobile and happy as someone a quarter her size.
Mary patted her belly again, and turned to look for the checkout.
Hannah stopped in front of the exercise department of the store. She’d always wanted to get in better shape, she realized, and this might be a good opportunity to pick up something easy to start with.
The area was laid out like a gym, with lots of equipment available to test out before purchase. Curious, Hannah picked up a five pound dumbbell and gave it an experimental lift. As she expected, it was pretty tough to start with, but by the end of her first set, it was easy to pump the weight up and down. She set the weight down and picked up a pair of ten-pound weights instead, one in each hand, and did her ‘usual’ bicep routine: three sets of ten reps each, her arms flexing beautifully as she did so.
Satisfied with her initial check of the quality of the weights they sold here, Hannah’s eyes drifted over the much larger stand-alone home gym setup the store was selling. Although Hannah liked visiting her local gym’s weight room, she longed for something a little more private, so that the short redhead could avoid the lustful stares of men in the gym as well.
She brought her fit body over to the machine and set it for a couple dozen pounds of resistance, then began doing some chest presses. She groaned as the resistance kicked in, and powered through it, muscles tensing and swelling all over her body. Three sets later, she had worked up a good sweat, but felt like she was just getting started.
She changed positions, checking that the weight was still set near a hundred pounds, and started doing leg extensions. She moaned quietly, momentarily forgetting she was in a store. I love working out, the muscular teenager thought, as she started her second rep.
She finished quickly and stood, growing bored with the machine. It was a lesser version of the one already in her basement, after all; she wasn’t sure why she’d bothered with it.
Instead, she made her way over to an exercise bike and hopped on, dialing up the resistance. Soon enough, Hannah’s quads were bursting with power as she cycled up simulated mountains in record time. She gave one last burst of power and hopped off the bike, energized for something else to test out in the store.
Her eyes fell upon the complete set of free weights in the back corner. Without hesitation, she loaded up the main barbell with a couple hundred pounds of weight and prepared to do a bench press.
Fuck yeah! she thought as she gave full extension to the massive weight. As she hefted it up and down, the disks on the ends of the barbell swelled in step with her enormous, musclebound form, until she was closing in on 500 pounds being hefted per lift.
“Too easy,” she groaned, racking the quarter-ton of weight. Standing, the gigantic girl made her way over to a mirror on the wall and checked herself out.
She was a rippling wall of muscle, power emanating from every inch of her body. Enormous traps gave way to huge delts and biceps, massive pecs resting atop incredibly-defined abs. Her calves were like coconuts, her quads as wide as some small children. And yet, she was still feminine, although nothing like her best friends Jenny and Mary. Her pectorals meant her breasts sat high and firm, while her constant exercise left her with a sexy, toned ass.
She flexed a little for the mirror, then grabbed a book on body-weight exercises. “If I’m too big for equipment, I guess I’ll just have to do it the old-fashioned way,” she muttered, flipping past the chapters on resistance exercises to the guides to tractor pulls.
“That’s a neat store,” Mary said, fidgeting with her bracelet.
“Yeah, they had a bunch of cool stuff.” Jenny held up her bag. “Bras in my size, even!”
“No need to lord it over us, Boobzilla,” Hannah said playfully, using the trio’s pet name for her.
“You’re just jealous!” Jenny called back, squeezing her enormous rack. “Besides, Mary’s almost as big as I am now.”
“Are you kidding? I’m totally bigger than you,” Mary said, thrusting her rack forward and making her entire engorged body jiggle.
“Well, by volume I think my pecs have you both beat,” Hannah said, flexing her powerful chest muscles and sending her own comparatively small breasts bouncing.
They all laughed and walked toward the mall’s food court.