Awakening
“We’re getting close to the interior of the structure now,” Professor Winthrop intoned ominously, as the class descended further into the ancient, clay and mud structure. The corridors were dank, damp, and dark, and were lit only by torches in an attempt to re-create the ambiance of the past. “This is the legendary confinement site of the ancient demon called Scourgor.”
“Oh, I’m really scared now,” Lacy said, prompting her best friend Cassandra to start snickering.
The professor ignored the two giggling American exchange students, who had been acting obnoxious for the entire trip and continued his lecture.
“According to the legend, nearly a thousand years ago, this world was hit by the worst of the dark times, far worse than even the darkest of the Dark Ages. It lasted for only a moment in time, but it was when the terrible demon Scourgor made his mark,” Professor Winthrop continued. A lonely man with a shock of gray hair and a long, protruding nose, the professor poured nearly all his energy into his study of ancient history.
“Scourgor came from a dimension which is incomprehensible, unfathomable to all humans,” he stated.
“Kind of like your lecture?” Cassandra tossed out, as her friend laughed. Once again, they were ignored.
“Demons can desire many things: destruction, death, sin. They can be enemies of the Church, of human reason, or of anything else that they please. But Scourgor was very specific: as the enemy of order, he desired chaos. Scourgor took great delight in creating small changes, small curses that compounded over time, and then witnessing the results with glee. He captured many kingdoms, inducing them to join him with promise of riches, influence, and the like. Others he controlled by destroying their wills or just through threats. His kingdoms were his playthings for his chaotic desires. Nobody dared to challenge the almighty power of Scourgor, until one day…”
“One day a group of many brave heroes was assembled by a fabled champion. These heroes were rouges, wizards, sorcerers, paladins, warriors…”
“Sounds like ‘Dungeons and Dragons,” Cassandra remarked.
“Yeah, a real nerd-fest,” Lacy added.
“These heroes were the best of the best, the bravest of brave. Battle was joined with Scourgor’s forces when he tried to invade one kingdom too many. Many of the heroes fell, during the glorious struggle, including quite a few by Scourgor’s own hand. When the heroes realized that no mortal being could destroy him, they instead contained him in that gem encrusted box by that podium, intended to hold his dark spirit for all time,” he concluded.
“Can we touch it?” One of the students asked.
“Certainly not,” Professor Winthrop replied. “This is an ancient site – originally the place of worship of Scourgor, the seat of his power. Artifacts a thousand years old are far too frail to be handled willy-nilly. Let’s head out the rear exit so that we can see the statues build in Scourgor’s honor,” he suggested, and most of the class followed him
“Let’s stay behind and open the box,” Cassandra whispered as she grasped her friend’s hand. “That’ll show that know-it-all professor.”
“Yeah,” Lacy quickly agreed. “Even if that old thing does break, I wouldn’t mind taking home a nice ancient gem.”
Splitting off from the rest of the group was easy enough. The students that did notice their absence didn’t say anything, hoping that the two might be left behind. Aside from being notorious troublemakers, Cassandra and Lacy were also quite vain and frequently made disparaging remarks about other girl’s looks, especially compared to the high esteem in which they held their own lithe and conventionally appealing figures. Lacy was a platinum blonde and Cassandra had a mane of wavy dark locks, and both of them were trim enough that they could have been runway models. They had perfectly portioned bodies and long, seductive eyelashes.
“Worried about awakening Scourgor?” Cassandra said as they bowed under the red velvet rope intended to prevent tourists like them from doing exactly what they were about to do.
“Don’t make me bust a gut laughing,” Lacy replied as the approached the faded, ancient looking box. “This is the most excitement I’ve had for this entire boring study abroad term,” she added, and casually opened the box, ignorant of the profound repercussions she was setting in motion.
The box contained a dense looking dust, which sprayed everywhere as a cold wind blew into the ancient temple. This was followed by a dull, wailing sound, and then by a brief, bright flash of red light.
As the smoke cleared, Cassandra and Lacy found themselves staring at a man. Tall and slender, but obviously with a strong frame, he wore a cape on his back and a devilish expression on his face, made more sinister by his short shock of dark hair and wan skin.
“Back away, so-called heroes,” the man spoke, his mouth curved in an expression of rage. “I’m ready to fight! You haven’t won this battle yet.”
“What battle?” Cassandra asked.
“No weapons,” Scourgor remarked, ignoring the question. “You must be magic wielders, I trust. Not to worry. I’ve got some spells of my own,” he said, speaking in an accent that the girls did not recognize. “You’ll rue the day that you dared face anyone as might as me...” he said, his voice trailing off to a whisper.
“Who are you?” Lacy asked.
“You know my name. Why else would you have come to my temple…” Scourgor said, as a look of realization fell into his impossibly dark eyes as he looked at the decaying building around him. “It has been some time, hasn’t it? I’ve been imprisoned somehow, for far too long.”
“Hah, imprisoned, just like…” Cassandra started, but she was cut off.
“You might not be my enemies, but you very well might be their fowl descendants! From where do you hail? Your accents are unfamiliar…” Scourgor asked angrily.
“Huh?” Lacy asked.
“What borough do you call home?” he repeated, his dark eyes growing still darker.
“Uh, America?” Cassandra replied.
“America? Never heard of it. Sounds Italian,” Scourgor remarked.
“Nah. My family came over a few generations back, but Greek on my Mom’s side and Lithuanian on my Dad’s,” Cassandra clarified.
“I’m Swiss-German and Polish,” Lacy offered.
“What are you doing in England?” Scourgor bellowed. “Has the land been overrun by an army of half breed mongrels?”
“We’re exchange students, you weirdo,” Cassandra said. “God, it’s like you’re from another planet or something. Come on,” she said, turning to Lacy, “let’s get back.”
“Yes…you should get back, Cassandra. Lacy, you should get front,” Scourgor mumbled, a sly grin forming on his face.
“What?” Lacy asked.
“Just because you two can’t possibly be the descendants of my foes doesn’t mean you don’t deserve to be my first victims,” Scourgor stated with a grin upon his face. “Maybe the world has forgotten me during my long absence. It’s time they start fearing me once again.” With purpose to his step, he walked toward the front exit of the temple. “Tell them Scourgor has returned,” he said, after he was out of earshot.
“What was that all about?” Cassandra asked.
“I don’t know,” Lacy said. Neither had been paying attention during the lecture enough to recognize who Scourgor was or to connect opening the box with his potential return - or the consequences that might arise from such an event. “You’re right, Cassandra, let’s head back,” she said. Though neither one of them noticed, Cassandra’s butt expanded ever so slightly.
When Lacy and Cassandra had made their way back to the group, the bus was already waiting for them.
“So you too finally decided to show up,” the driver said, looking at disgust at his two least favorite students. “A couple of more minutes, and we would have taken off without ya,” he added.
“Ya, we’ve been sitting here with our thumbs up our arses waiting for you,” one of the other students jeered. Cassandra’s underwear started to stretch a little as her backside gained another inch in girth.
“Why you whiny little…” Lacy began, but their professor stopped them.
“Please, don’t make a scene. Just take a seat at the rear of the bus and we’ll be off,” he said. Cassandra’s butt grew a little wider again.
“This trip sure was boring,” Lacy lamented after they sat down.
“Yeah, but at least these bus seats are comfy,” Cassandra commented, unaware that her own ass’s extra padding was what was causing her to feel more comfortable.
“Alright class, it’s a long way back so we are stopping for a quick bite,” Professor Winthrop said when the bus pulled up to a small pub.
“That’s one great thing about this country, we can get drunk,” Lacy said proudly. “Or, as you folk like to say, pissed,” she added, with an immature giggle.
The small town square had only the pub next to a small, but ornate and ancient looking cathedral. As the students poured out of the bus, an owl flew overhead.
“What kind of a bird is that?” one of the girls asked, prompting Lacy and Cassandra to grown at the prospect of a professorial lecture on avians.
“That is Barred Owl, informally known as an Eight Hooter, for its distinctive sound,” Professor Winthrop explained. As he did, Lacy’s tube top stretched just slightly, revealing an infinitesimal amount of extra cleavage.
The students slowly filed past the small Cathedral and headed to the pub. “Why do the door knockers look like lions?” one student asked, pointing at the ancient doors of the church. Lacy’s breasts once again surged in size, exposing slightly more flesh.
“That’s a great question. Originally, the lion…” the professor began, but most of the students were already filing into the pub.
“Two orders of fish and chips and a pitcher of beer,” Cassandra said.
“Uh, a pitcher?” the woman at the bar asked. “I don’t think we do that.”
“Come on, you’ve got to have a serving size bigger than these tiny little glasses,” Cassandra said, eyeing the other patron’s drinking vessels. “You don’t have any pitchers, any big jugs you can put beer in?” she asked with exasperation. When the woman shook her head, Cassandra just ordered four beers.
Lacy, meanwhile, was trying to readjust her tube top. During the exchange at the bar, her breasts had grown once again, and now they were dangerously close to spilling out of her bra and her top.
“Why do you keep trying to fix your boobs?” Cassandra said, unwittingly causing her friend’s problem to grow worse. Now her bra only managed to cover the tips of her increasingly large breasts, rather than support them.
“I don’t know,” Lacy said, unwilling to accept the reality that somehow her breasts had significantly increased in size. “You know, maybe it’s drying my clothes on a drying rack instead of a good old fashioned dryer. My bra and top must have shrunk! I miss America,” she said with a sigh.
“Me too,” Cassandra said. Within a few moments, the beer had arrived. “Bottoms up!” Lacy said as they grabbed their glasses. The remark caused her best friend’s rear to grow a bit wider, straining against her skirt and causing her underwear to ride up. Cassandra tried tugging at it, but to no avail.
“Ugh, I think my clothes must have shrunk too,” she said, trying her best to wriggle her body back into fitting her clothes. It did little good.
By this time, a few of the other students and bar patrons had started to notice the two girls. They were wearing ill-fitting clothes, and frantically pulling and tugging at them, exposing creaming skin and a lot of curves in the process.
“You two are quite a sight!” one man said as he leered on at the scene.
“Yeah, got something to share with the rest of the class?” one of her female classmates taunted.
“Leave us alone,” Lacy protested.
“Like you left me alone when you said my jeans were too small for my fat ass?” the girl replied, causing Cassandra’s butt to expand even wider.
“Oh my God,” Lacy said. Her eyes had been right on Cassandra, and saw her friend’s rump grow before her eyes just as the word ‘ass’ had been spoken.
“What?” Cassandra asked.
“I don’t think it’s the clothes shrinking. I think we might actually be getting bigger,” Lacy whispered. “Right here, right now.”
“That’s ridiculous,” Cassandra said. “You’re telling me that your tits and my butt just expanded like magic?”
“No, don’t say it!” Lacy protested, but it was too late. Lacy’s tube top started to fray as her breasts grew another full cup size, while Cassandra’s skirt seemed like like a cover and more like a line of frills before her nearly naked, big booty.
“You think I did that when I said,” Cassandra started, but this time Lacy jumped forward and clamped a hand over her friend’s mouth. The jumping motion was too much for her poor, strained top to bear, and it was rent in two, falling down at her side. Only her bra remained, and the garment wasn’t offering any real support - it was now just an elastic band wrapped around her giant boobs.
“Ok, ok,” Cassandra said. “We’ve just got to find a way out of here without embarrassing ourselves. Everyone is looking at us,” she said.
“They are, aren’t they?” Lacy remarked, though she didn’t seem concerned. “Good, let them look. We’re gorgeous, right? I want all eyes on us at all times,” she added. She rose to her feet and started to cup her breasts, which felt surprisingly heavy and soft.
“Sit down,” Cassandra told her angrily, but her friend didn’t want to.
“I’m sorry, but I just can’t help it,” Lacy said, unwittingly causing her friend’s ass to get wider again thanks to her utterance of the word ‘but.’
Cassandra tried to come up with a protestation, but she too found herself mysteriously enticed by the attention. She knew she ought to feel some sense of embarrassment, but all she could feel was a voyeuristic thrill. Instead of hiding her butt with the chair, she rose to her feet and turned her back to the widest segment of the pub, giving the crowd a clear view of the big, creamy bubble of an ass she was now sporting.
At this point, most of the eyes in the pub were on the two of them. For a few seconds, nobody knew what to say, staring on in a shocked stupor. Then, one drunken man mumbled, “Nice tits.”
“Why thank you,” Lacy replied with a smile. This time everyone could see the effect, as the growth in her massive mammaries had managed to push down the useless band of a bra and reveal the tops of her coral pink nipples.
“Woah,” another man began, “Her boobs got bigger when that guy said ‘tits!” His pointing out of the obvious caused Lacy’s breasts to swell forward twice. They were now huge and highly disproportionate to her body. The melon-sized breast growth caused the poor bra to finally snap, and be rendered airborne.
“Do you think if we say ‘arse’ the other girl’s hiney will plump up too?” his buddy asked. The answer was immediately apparent, as Cassandra’s behind grew another two sizes. Her skirt was now riding high on her backside, acting as more of a roof than a cover to her giant, jutting ass. It sat atop her slender legs and below her wasp-like waist. It was perfectly spherical, hanging in the air. Her underwear now resembled a small thong.
“This is so humiliating,” Lacy said, as she and her friend were oogled and laughed at by everyone in sight. “I hate the fact that I’m actually turned on by all this,” she admitted in a whisper as her body started to get tingly.
“Ugh, me too,” Cassandra agreed. “I think I’d do anything anyone asks of me at this point, just to get attention,” she admitted.
“Dance for us,” one of the men shouted. Cassandra and Lacy both felt their feet start walking towards the bar. Their new centers of gravity caused their walk to be highly irregular, which in turn caused a huge amount of jiggling and swaying in their new body parts.
Both of them pulled themselves up onto the bar and started to undulate their bodies. Someone changed the music to something distinctly club-like, with a heavy beat. The men in the bar looked on lustily, while Cassandra and Lacy’s female classmates laughed at seeing their rude and troublemaking exchange classmates acting like they were shameless stripppers. A few started filming the events with their cell phone cameras. Cassandra and Lacy started to get wet with desire as they realized that when the video footage was uploaded online, the entire world would be able to watch what had happened to them and see their humiliation and debasement.
“Shake that booty,” one man called out, causing Cassandra’s butt to grow so big that it nearly swallowed up her underwear completely. Before it did, Cassandra managed to hook her thumbs around it and pull it down, exposing herself completely to everyone. Her giant butt shook like jell-o with every gyration of her hips. One man, who was dressed like a pimp, shouted out “Come work for me, baby, you could be my bottom bitch!” This caused her rump to grow so big that it was wider than her waist and fuller than her hips.
“Go boobies,” another said. “Tits, tits, tits,” some started to chant. Soon, Lacy’s breasts grew so big that they nearly dwarfed the size of her torso itself. Her areolas were as wide as the gaping mouths staring at her and her nipples were as long as thumbs. Lacy started fondling them, causing them to grow longer and become erect.
Professor Winthrop had been outside having a smoke when the commotion began. As soon as he re-entered the pub, he decided to put a stop to the insanity. “Let’s go, girls,” Professor Winthrop said, as he pulled them down from the bar.
“No!” Lacy cried out. She felt addicted to the attention of others, and needed to stay in the spotlight, even though she recognized it was humiliating.
“Let me go back to the pub,” Cassandra pouted, as she and her friend were pulled onto the seats of the bus. A few of the patrons had followed them. When Lacy saw this, she pressed her enormous breasts up against the window of the bus and licked her lips seductively.
“What’s going on here?” the teacher asked angrily. “Is this some kind of trick? Are you having an allergic reaction or something?” he asked, as he tried to pull down the shades on the bus’s windows.
“No more people looking...” Cassandra meekly mumbled. Her eyes turned to the professor. “Want to take a look at my bum?” she asked, causing it to swell up further. Professor Winthrop saw this and a look of grave concern crossed his face.
“Something happened to you girls, and I need to find out what. Is this related to your disappearance during our tour of Scourgor’s temple?”
Lacy was busy fondling and squeezing her own breasts and wasn’t paying very much attention to the professor’s question. But when she heard Scourgor’s name mentioned, something clicked in the very small part of her brain that was still rational.
“Scourgor has returned,” she said, repeating the demon’s last words to her.
“What was that?” he asked, the color draining from his face.
“Scourgor has returned,” Cassandra echoed, a dopey grin on her face.
“But...that’s impossible!” he cried out. As if to give him proof that his worst fears were indeed founded, the professor’s use of the word ‘but’ caused Cassandra’s butt to expand further. The added weight caused the seat to creak and then finally snap. Both Lacy and Cassandra fell forward, right into their teacher’s lap.
“Feel our hot bodies,” Lacy demanded, her horny, animalistic nature consuming her completely. Earlier today, Professor Winthrop was just an old, boring professor. Now, she was eager to have anyone’s hands on her body, even if it was his. The teacher backed away in horror, his thoughts ruled by concern for the fate of the world if Scourgor had indeed come back.
“Squeeze us, touch us,” Cassandra begged. Both of the girls started to touch themselves and moan. Cassandra desperately fondled the massive cheeks of her ass while Lacy smacked her giant boobs together rhythmically.
The Professor got up and tried to get out of the bus. As he passed by the rear-view mirror, he thought he saw a dark eyed man standing behind the vehicle, sporting a sinister grin. When he stood out on the road, however, he found nobody there.
Off in the distance, barely audible, he heard the sound of a nefarious cackle.
~~~
To be continued...
“We’re getting close to the interior of the structure now,” Professor Winthrop intoned ominously, as the class descended further into the ancient, clay and mud structure. The corridors were dank, damp, and dark, and were lit only by torches in an attempt to re-create the ambiance of the past. “This is the legendary confinement site of the ancient demon called Scourgor.”
“Oh, I’m really scared now,” Lacy said, prompting her best friend Cassandra to start snickering.
The professor ignored the two giggling American exchange students, who had been acting obnoxious for the entire trip and continued his lecture.
“According to the legend, nearly a thousand years ago, this world was hit by the worst of the dark times, far worse than even the darkest of the Dark Ages. It lasted for only a moment in time, but it was when the terrible demon Scourgor made his mark,” Professor Winthrop continued. A lonely man with a shock of gray hair and a long, protruding nose, the professor poured nearly all his energy into his study of ancient history.
“Scourgor came from a dimension which is incomprehensible, unfathomable to all humans,” he stated.
“Kind of like your lecture?” Cassandra tossed out, as her friend laughed. Once again, they were ignored.
“Demons can desire many things: destruction, death, sin. They can be enemies of the Church, of human reason, or of anything else that they please. But Scourgor was very specific: as the enemy of order, he desired chaos. Scourgor took great delight in creating small changes, small curses that compounded over time, and then witnessing the results with glee. He captured many kingdoms, inducing them to join him with promise of riches, influence, and the like. Others he controlled by destroying their wills or just through threats. His kingdoms were his playthings for his chaotic desires. Nobody dared to challenge the almighty power of Scourgor, until one day…”
“One day a group of many brave heroes was assembled by a fabled champion. These heroes were rouges, wizards, sorcerers, paladins, warriors…”
“Sounds like ‘Dungeons and Dragons,” Cassandra remarked.
“Yeah, a real nerd-fest,” Lacy added.
“These heroes were the best of the best, the bravest of brave. Battle was joined with Scourgor’s forces when he tried to invade one kingdom too many. Many of the heroes fell, during the glorious struggle, including quite a few by Scourgor’s own hand. When the heroes realized that no mortal being could destroy him, they instead contained him in that gem encrusted box by that podium, intended to hold his dark spirit for all time,” he concluded.
“Can we touch it?” One of the students asked.
“Certainly not,” Professor Winthrop replied. “This is an ancient site – originally the place of worship of Scourgor, the seat of his power. Artifacts a thousand years old are far too frail to be handled willy-nilly. Let’s head out the rear exit so that we can see the statues build in Scourgor’s honor,” he suggested, and most of the class followed him
“Let’s stay behind and open the box,” Cassandra whispered as she grasped her friend’s hand. “That’ll show that know-it-all professor.”
“Yeah,” Lacy quickly agreed. “Even if that old thing does break, I wouldn’t mind taking home a nice ancient gem.”
Splitting off from the rest of the group was easy enough. The students that did notice their absence didn’t say anything, hoping that the two might be left behind. Aside from being notorious troublemakers, Cassandra and Lacy were also quite vain and frequently made disparaging remarks about other girl’s looks, especially compared to the high esteem in which they held their own lithe and conventionally appealing figures. Lacy was a platinum blonde and Cassandra had a mane of wavy dark locks, and both of them were trim enough that they could have been runway models. They had perfectly portioned bodies and long, seductive eyelashes.
“Worried about awakening Scourgor?” Cassandra said as they bowed under the red velvet rope intended to prevent tourists like them from doing exactly what they were about to do.
“Don’t make me bust a gut laughing,” Lacy replied as the approached the faded, ancient looking box. “This is the most excitement I’ve had for this entire boring study abroad term,” she added, and casually opened the box, ignorant of the profound repercussions she was setting in motion.
The box contained a dense looking dust, which sprayed everywhere as a cold wind blew into the ancient temple. This was followed by a dull, wailing sound, and then by a brief, bright flash of red light.
As the smoke cleared, Cassandra and Lacy found themselves staring at a man. Tall and slender, but obviously with a strong frame, he wore a cape on his back and a devilish expression on his face, made more sinister by his short shock of dark hair and wan skin.
“Back away, so-called heroes,” the man spoke, his mouth curved in an expression of rage. “I’m ready to fight! You haven’t won this battle yet.”
“What battle?” Cassandra asked.
“No weapons,” Scourgor remarked, ignoring the question. “You must be magic wielders, I trust. Not to worry. I’ve got some spells of my own,” he said, speaking in an accent that the girls did not recognize. “You’ll rue the day that you dared face anyone as might as me...” he said, his voice trailing off to a whisper.
“Who are you?” Lacy asked.
“You know my name. Why else would you have come to my temple…” Scourgor said, as a look of realization fell into his impossibly dark eyes as he looked at the decaying building around him. “It has been some time, hasn’t it? I’ve been imprisoned somehow, for far too long.”
“Hah, imprisoned, just like…” Cassandra started, but she was cut off.
“You might not be my enemies, but you very well might be their fowl descendants! From where do you hail? Your accents are unfamiliar…” Scourgor asked angrily.
“Huh?” Lacy asked.
“What borough do you call home?” he repeated, his dark eyes growing still darker.
“Uh, America?” Cassandra replied.
“America? Never heard of it. Sounds Italian,” Scourgor remarked.
“Nah. My family came over a few generations back, but Greek on my Mom’s side and Lithuanian on my Dad’s,” Cassandra clarified.
“I’m Swiss-German and Polish,” Lacy offered.
“What are you doing in England?” Scourgor bellowed. “Has the land been overrun by an army of half breed mongrels?”
“We’re exchange students, you weirdo,” Cassandra said. “God, it’s like you’re from another planet or something. Come on,” she said, turning to Lacy, “let’s get back.”
“Yes…you should get back, Cassandra. Lacy, you should get front,” Scourgor mumbled, a sly grin forming on his face.
“What?” Lacy asked.
“Just because you two can’t possibly be the descendants of my foes doesn’t mean you don’t deserve to be my first victims,” Scourgor stated with a grin upon his face. “Maybe the world has forgotten me during my long absence. It’s time they start fearing me once again.” With purpose to his step, he walked toward the front exit of the temple. “Tell them Scourgor has returned,” he said, after he was out of earshot.
“What was that all about?” Cassandra asked.
“I don’t know,” Lacy said. Neither had been paying attention during the lecture enough to recognize who Scourgor was or to connect opening the box with his potential return - or the consequences that might arise from such an event. “You’re right, Cassandra, let’s head back,” she said. Though neither one of them noticed, Cassandra’s butt expanded ever so slightly.
When Lacy and Cassandra had made their way back to the group, the bus was already waiting for them.
“So you too finally decided to show up,” the driver said, looking at disgust at his two least favorite students. “A couple of more minutes, and we would have taken off without ya,” he added.
“Ya, we’ve been sitting here with our thumbs up our arses waiting for you,” one of the other students jeered. Cassandra’s underwear started to stretch a little as her backside gained another inch in girth.
“Why you whiny little…” Lacy began, but their professor stopped them.
“Please, don’t make a scene. Just take a seat at the rear of the bus and we’ll be off,” he said. Cassandra’s butt grew a little wider again.
“This trip sure was boring,” Lacy lamented after they sat down.
“Yeah, but at least these bus seats are comfy,” Cassandra commented, unaware that her own ass’s extra padding was what was causing her to feel more comfortable.
“Alright class, it’s a long way back so we are stopping for a quick bite,” Professor Winthrop said when the bus pulled up to a small pub.
“That’s one great thing about this country, we can get drunk,” Lacy said proudly. “Or, as you folk like to say, pissed,” she added, with an immature giggle.
The small town square had only the pub next to a small, but ornate and ancient looking cathedral. As the students poured out of the bus, an owl flew overhead.
“What kind of a bird is that?” one of the girls asked, prompting Lacy and Cassandra to grown at the prospect of a professorial lecture on avians.
“That is Barred Owl, informally known as an Eight Hooter, for its distinctive sound,” Professor Winthrop explained. As he did, Lacy’s tube top stretched just slightly, revealing an infinitesimal amount of extra cleavage.
The students slowly filed past the small Cathedral and headed to the pub. “Why do the door knockers look like lions?” one student asked, pointing at the ancient doors of the church. Lacy’s breasts once again surged in size, exposing slightly more flesh.
“That’s a great question. Originally, the lion…” the professor began, but most of the students were already filing into the pub.
“Two orders of fish and chips and a pitcher of beer,” Cassandra said.
“Uh, a pitcher?” the woman at the bar asked. “I don’t think we do that.”
“Come on, you’ve got to have a serving size bigger than these tiny little glasses,” Cassandra said, eyeing the other patron’s drinking vessels. “You don’t have any pitchers, any big jugs you can put beer in?” she asked with exasperation. When the woman shook her head, Cassandra just ordered four beers.
Lacy, meanwhile, was trying to readjust her tube top. During the exchange at the bar, her breasts had grown once again, and now they were dangerously close to spilling out of her bra and her top.
“Why do you keep trying to fix your boobs?” Cassandra said, unwittingly causing her friend’s problem to grow worse. Now her bra only managed to cover the tips of her increasingly large breasts, rather than support them.
“I don’t know,” Lacy said, unwilling to accept the reality that somehow her breasts had significantly increased in size. “You know, maybe it’s drying my clothes on a drying rack instead of a good old fashioned dryer. My bra and top must have shrunk! I miss America,” she said with a sigh.
“Me too,” Cassandra said. Within a few moments, the beer had arrived. “Bottoms up!” Lacy said as they grabbed their glasses. The remark caused her best friend’s rear to grow a bit wider, straining against her skirt and causing her underwear to ride up. Cassandra tried tugging at it, but to no avail.
“Ugh, I think my clothes must have shrunk too,” she said, trying her best to wriggle her body back into fitting her clothes. It did little good.
By this time, a few of the other students and bar patrons had started to notice the two girls. They were wearing ill-fitting clothes, and frantically pulling and tugging at them, exposing creaming skin and a lot of curves in the process.
“You two are quite a sight!” one man said as he leered on at the scene.
“Yeah, got something to share with the rest of the class?” one of her female classmates taunted.
“Leave us alone,” Lacy protested.
“Like you left me alone when you said my jeans were too small for my fat ass?” the girl replied, causing Cassandra’s butt to expand even wider.
“Oh my God,” Lacy said. Her eyes had been right on Cassandra, and saw her friend’s rump grow before her eyes just as the word ‘ass’ had been spoken.
“What?” Cassandra asked.
“I don’t think it’s the clothes shrinking. I think we might actually be getting bigger,” Lacy whispered. “Right here, right now.”
“That’s ridiculous,” Cassandra said. “You’re telling me that your tits and my butt just expanded like magic?”
“No, don’t say it!” Lacy protested, but it was too late. Lacy’s tube top started to fray as her breasts grew another full cup size, while Cassandra’s skirt seemed like like a cover and more like a line of frills before her nearly naked, big booty.
“You think I did that when I said,” Cassandra started, but this time Lacy jumped forward and clamped a hand over her friend’s mouth. The jumping motion was too much for her poor, strained top to bear, and it was rent in two, falling down at her side. Only her bra remained, and the garment wasn’t offering any real support - it was now just an elastic band wrapped around her giant boobs.
“Ok, ok,” Cassandra said. “We’ve just got to find a way out of here without embarrassing ourselves. Everyone is looking at us,” she said.
“They are, aren’t they?” Lacy remarked, though she didn’t seem concerned. “Good, let them look. We’re gorgeous, right? I want all eyes on us at all times,” she added. She rose to her feet and started to cup her breasts, which felt surprisingly heavy and soft.
“Sit down,” Cassandra told her angrily, but her friend didn’t want to.
“I’m sorry, but I just can’t help it,” Lacy said, unwittingly causing her friend’s ass to get wider again thanks to her utterance of the word ‘but.’
Cassandra tried to come up with a protestation, but she too found herself mysteriously enticed by the attention. She knew she ought to feel some sense of embarrassment, but all she could feel was a voyeuristic thrill. Instead of hiding her butt with the chair, she rose to her feet and turned her back to the widest segment of the pub, giving the crowd a clear view of the big, creamy bubble of an ass she was now sporting.
At this point, most of the eyes in the pub were on the two of them. For a few seconds, nobody knew what to say, staring on in a shocked stupor. Then, one drunken man mumbled, “Nice tits.”
“Why thank you,” Lacy replied with a smile. This time everyone could see the effect, as the growth in her massive mammaries had managed to push down the useless band of a bra and reveal the tops of her coral pink nipples.
“Woah,” another man began, “Her boobs got bigger when that guy said ‘tits!” His pointing out of the obvious caused Lacy’s breasts to swell forward twice. They were now huge and highly disproportionate to her body. The melon-sized breast growth caused the poor bra to finally snap, and be rendered airborne.
“Do you think if we say ‘arse’ the other girl’s hiney will plump up too?” his buddy asked. The answer was immediately apparent, as Cassandra’s behind grew another two sizes. Her skirt was now riding high on her backside, acting as more of a roof than a cover to her giant, jutting ass. It sat atop her slender legs and below her wasp-like waist. It was perfectly spherical, hanging in the air. Her underwear now resembled a small thong.
“This is so humiliating,” Lacy said, as she and her friend were oogled and laughed at by everyone in sight. “I hate the fact that I’m actually turned on by all this,” she admitted in a whisper as her body started to get tingly.
“Ugh, me too,” Cassandra agreed. “I think I’d do anything anyone asks of me at this point, just to get attention,” she admitted.
“Dance for us,” one of the men shouted. Cassandra and Lacy both felt their feet start walking towards the bar. Their new centers of gravity caused their walk to be highly irregular, which in turn caused a huge amount of jiggling and swaying in their new body parts.
Both of them pulled themselves up onto the bar and started to undulate their bodies. Someone changed the music to something distinctly club-like, with a heavy beat. The men in the bar looked on lustily, while Cassandra and Lacy’s female classmates laughed at seeing their rude and troublemaking exchange classmates acting like they were shameless stripppers. A few started filming the events with their cell phone cameras. Cassandra and Lacy started to get wet with desire as they realized that when the video footage was uploaded online, the entire world would be able to watch what had happened to them and see their humiliation and debasement.
“Shake that booty,” one man called out, causing Cassandra’s butt to grow so big that it nearly swallowed up her underwear completely. Before it did, Cassandra managed to hook her thumbs around it and pull it down, exposing herself completely to everyone. Her giant butt shook like jell-o with every gyration of her hips. One man, who was dressed like a pimp, shouted out “Come work for me, baby, you could be my bottom bitch!” This caused her rump to grow so big that it was wider than her waist and fuller than her hips.
“Go boobies,” another said. “Tits, tits, tits,” some started to chant. Soon, Lacy’s breasts grew so big that they nearly dwarfed the size of her torso itself. Her areolas were as wide as the gaping mouths staring at her and her nipples were as long as thumbs. Lacy started fondling them, causing them to grow longer and become erect.
Professor Winthrop had been outside having a smoke when the commotion began. As soon as he re-entered the pub, he decided to put a stop to the insanity. “Let’s go, girls,” Professor Winthrop said, as he pulled them down from the bar.
“No!” Lacy cried out. She felt addicted to the attention of others, and needed to stay in the spotlight, even though she recognized it was humiliating.
“Let me go back to the pub,” Cassandra pouted, as she and her friend were pulled onto the seats of the bus. A few of the patrons had followed them. When Lacy saw this, she pressed her enormous breasts up against the window of the bus and licked her lips seductively.
“What’s going on here?” the teacher asked angrily. “Is this some kind of trick? Are you having an allergic reaction or something?” he asked, as he tried to pull down the shades on the bus’s windows.
“No more people looking...” Cassandra meekly mumbled. Her eyes turned to the professor. “Want to take a look at my bum?” she asked, causing it to swell up further. Professor Winthrop saw this and a look of grave concern crossed his face.
“Something happened to you girls, and I need to find out what. Is this related to your disappearance during our tour of Scourgor’s temple?”
Lacy was busy fondling and squeezing her own breasts and wasn’t paying very much attention to the professor’s question. But when she heard Scourgor’s name mentioned, something clicked in the very small part of her brain that was still rational.
“Scourgor has returned,” she said, repeating the demon’s last words to her.
“What was that?” he asked, the color draining from his face.
“Scourgor has returned,” Cassandra echoed, a dopey grin on her face.
“But...that’s impossible!” he cried out. As if to give him proof that his worst fears were indeed founded, the professor’s use of the word ‘but’ caused Cassandra’s butt to expand further. The added weight caused the seat to creak and then finally snap. Both Lacy and Cassandra fell forward, right into their teacher’s lap.
“Feel our hot bodies,” Lacy demanded, her horny, animalistic nature consuming her completely. Earlier today, Professor Winthrop was just an old, boring professor. Now, she was eager to have anyone’s hands on her body, even if it was his. The teacher backed away in horror, his thoughts ruled by concern for the fate of the world if Scourgor had indeed come back.
“Squeeze us, touch us,” Cassandra begged. Both of the girls started to touch themselves and moan. Cassandra desperately fondled the massive cheeks of her ass while Lacy smacked her giant boobs together rhythmically.
The Professor got up and tried to get out of the bus. As he passed by the rear-view mirror, he thought he saw a dark eyed man standing behind the vehicle, sporting a sinister grin. When he stood out on the road, however, he found nobody there.
Off in the distance, barely audible, he heard the sound of a nefarious cackle.
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To be continued...
Scourgor's adventures are only beginning. His next target is four college girls who are the best of friends - but their bonds of friendship are about to be tested. Scourgor sets each of the four friends on different paths, altering their reality and changing their identities. This story includes weight gain, "downgrade" changes, age progression, and female muscle growth, all employed via a very unique transformation method. Read all about it in Four Friends, Four Transformations.