Misty was walking home from school ready for the weekend when a light went in her eye. She looked down and found that the light had reflected off of a medallion in the street. She picked the medallion up and decided to take it home with her.
When misty got home her mom told her she had the weekend to herself as she was going on a business trip for the weekend. But she had to do some errands for her, she had to do the neighbours' laundry and babysit for her friend's kids on Saturday.
With that her mom left. Misty decided to do the laundry straight away, just to get it out of the way.
Her neighbour miss Foxx lived by herself so there wasn't a lot of laundry to do. Misty had always envied her though as she was a very sexy lady. She had long legs, an attractive face, wide hips and her breasts were huge. While misty was flat; everywhere, she was often mistaken for a boy in fact, what with her short hair and underdeveloped face.
She grabbed the basket of clothes and took it downstairs into the utility room. She looked through all the clothes, they were all very revealing and sexy. Misty curious as she was decided to try something on. She took out a bra and put it on. She suddenly felt cold around her chest, she looked down. It was just the medallion not her boobs, she thought. Wait, boobs.
She looked down again and found that the previously empty bra cups were now full. She looked over the rest of her body. Her pants had split due to her now wide hips and bubble butt. And her feet killed due to her shoes now being three sizes too small.
Misty stood up and looked over at the mirror, staring back at her was miss Foxx. She looked down again at the medallion and read the inscription in the back.
Touch any garment and the medallion at once and you will become the person who donned it last. If no one has ever donned said garment you will become someone suitable to do so.
Then in fine print it read underneath
Works only once every twelve hours. Batteries not included
That was it she had become miss Foxx. She stroked her now sexy body, she loved it. She put on some of the clothes from the basket and decided to order a pizza. Knowing that she wouldn't go out. Fortunately her mom had left her some money for the weekend. Impatiently she waited for the pizza to get there, then almost whooped for not when she heard the doorbell ring.
She raced to the door, then stopped, suddenly embarrassed. She didn't want to get seen like this, and was just about to open the door and slip the money through the crack, telling them to leave the pizza by the door, when she suddenly changed her mind. Feeling a little mischievous, she opened the door wide on a whim, letting the startled delivery bot get a look at her gorgeous body.
Misty tried to hold back a giggle as the guy's jaw dropped. Calmly, misty handed the money to the boy. She smiled, realizing that the boys eyes were staring directly at his chest. She felt herself getting slightly embarrassed, her cheeks blushing. Quietly she took the pizza, thanking the pizza boy, then shut the door relieved.
She ran to the couch, giggling. That was so cool. It had been hilarious seeing the look on Tha guy's face. Sitting down, he put the box on the coffee table and opened it up.
"Ahhh" she said, inhaling deeply. She pushed her hair back since some of it was beginning to fall onto the pizza. That was beginning to get a little annoying. All that hair flying everywhere. The rumbling in her stomach took her mind back off of the hair as she started eating.
After several slices, misty belched, feeling full.she looked down at the pizza and decided there was more for later.
Misty sat back awhile watching TV, feeling rather full and content. Then she felt a pleasure in her bladder and hurried to the bathroom. She felt relieved as her pee sprayed out. She grabbed a wad of toilet paper and carefully dried herself off.
Misty stayed up late watching movies, especially the ones she wasn't supposed to. The ones hidden under her parent's bed. She giggled, thinking that she looked better than some of the girls in the movies, but knew for a fact tha she would never be able to do what they were doing.
Finally her tiredness got to her, as she nearly fell asleep on the couch. Pulling herself up, she slowly made sur the lights were all off and the doors locked, then she went to bed, finding it rather odd and uncomfortable to try to get to sleep with the large mounds on her chest. After a short while however, she drifted off.
She woke up the next day and remembered she had to babysit for her mom's friend's kids. She was about to change. Back to her normal self but then realised she looked more mature in this form. She changed into a button down sweater, a t-shirt that read IM STUFFED and a pair of sweatpants and began to walk to the address her mom had given her.
She walked up to the green and pristine lawn that spanned the expansive front yard. The house was a big white ranch, bigger than the house to its left and to its right. The couple who owned it had some serious bucks, not surprising from what she'd heard the man of the house was a note worthy chemist who had been in the local newspaper more times than she could count.
Misty had been called to babysit Mr. and Mrs. Larson's kids, about a week ago. Knowing there had to be good bank for a babysitter to make, she had wasted n time in accepting.
She pulled her sweater around as much of her bulging hugs as she could, turns and headed up the driveway to the house. The driveway was wide, wide enough to lead to a garage with three stalls and a small shed. The garage doors were open showcasing two BMW's and a sporty jaguar.
Getting to the side door of the house, she knocked and waited. She heard the pounding of little feet from inside, then the door opened and a little girl, probably around 7or 8, appeared. Her eyes immediately went to her boobs and her little blue eyes grew wide.
"Momma! There's a girl here with watermelons in he shirt!" She called, turning her head back indoors.
A woman appeared, blonde and dressed in a red dress. She shoo'd the little girl away though her gaze also come to rest on Misty's jutting breasts as she opened the front door for her.
"They say the darnedest things. You must be Misty, the babysitter?" Mrs. Larson asked as she led misty in.
"I'm her," said misty as she walked in. Mrs. Larson pointed her towards the other open door that led into the house, going into a good sized kitchen area. There was a staircase that went down into a basement area right inside the door.
Stepping into the kitchen there was a little baby carrier perched on the kitchen table with a cooing baby in it. Beside the baby on the table was a breastpump and a plastic container with white pills. The container label read: Lacta-aid for nursing mothers. Mrs. Larson noticed where Misty was looking and stepped around her and scooped up the container.
"I'm having a little trouble producing milk for the baby. These really help. Fortunately my husband created this formula so, you could say I get all the free samples I need. Of course, you don't have anything to worry about like this right now," she looked at Misty's jutting breasts, "do you?"
"Er...you mean, am I lactating or...um...breastfeeding? No no," she blushed as she brought her arms over her huge bust though it was impossible to cradle or cover all of her immense titflesh. "I'd like to meet the right guy first before any of that."
"And it looks like you could nurse about ten kids off those things," Mr. Larson said stepping into the room. Misty turned, seeing Mr. Larson standing there in a dark knit sweater and dark dress pants. He had dark hair and dark eyes, the eyes behind a pair of fashionable glasses. He looked like the handsome scientific type.
"James!" Mrs. Larson humphfed in disgust at his comment.
"Betty, please. I was only joking. Hello, you must be Misty," Mr. Larson, or James said offering her a hand. Misty took it and they shook and they both looked down at Misty's tits dance in her top. Her nipples emerged making grape sized bumps at the end of her massive bust.
" I'm stuffed " he said reading her wobbling t-shirt." Honey that is an understatement."
"ahem!" Betty said breaking her husbands attention away from the babysitter's chest.
"Cindy, Benjamin!" She called out and two little kids came running, nearly tripping over each other, stumbling into the kitchen area. " these are our two youngest, besides the baby Robert. Kids this is your new babysitter, Misty."
"Hi," she said to the kids.
"Lady, why do you have balloons in your shirt?" Benjamin asked looking and pointing at her boobs. He looked to be around 9 or 10. He talked in a mock innocent baby voice then chuckled with his sister knowing exactly what he had just said.
"Be nice for Misty. Now go play," James said as he shoo'd the kids away and they went running back around the corner. Misty could hear a television in the background.
"Bedtime at 8 o'clock, no excuses. We'll. Try and be back home for 2am, we have a bit of a drive to our friends. The baby needs feeding at 1,4,7,10 and 1 but we may be home by then so you might only have to make two bottles. There is some breastmilk in the fridge. I left instructions on how to warm it up. Well that's everything, have a nice day." Betty said as she and James headed for the door. "Bye kids!"
"Bye daddy! Bye momma!" The kids called from the other room.
POV CHANGE WRITTEN IN MISTY'S POINT OF VIEW.
I went to take the baby into the other room and see what the other kids were doing. When I leaned over the little baby carrier, the baby looked at me, more appropriately my huge boobs. The infants eyes seemed to widen as he caught sight of the giant milkcans bulging in my top. He held out his little hands with his lips pursed and he made a sucking sound.
"Are you hungry?" I asked though I didn't expect an answer back.
I went to the fridge and opened it. There was one small bottle of Mrs. Larson's milk in the fridge which I hardly thought was enough for four or five feedings. However I didn't see anything more in the fridge. So I warmed the milk up just a hair in the microwave as Mrs. Larson had instructed me, checked it for not being too hot, then gave it to the little baby. He drank hungrily eyeing my big whoppers the whole time.
"I wonder..." I said as I looked at the lacta-aid pills on the shelf above the sink. I went and took the bottle and looked for directions on how many pills to take. There was just a label and no instructions which I assumed was that way since Mr. Larson had just grabbed a bottle of his stuff and let his wife use it. I thought it would be safe just taking one pill, and figured it wouldn't do much as I didn't have the hormones surging through me anyway that told my boobs to produce milk.
I popped the top and popped one big white tablet into my mouth. It was chalky and gross.
"Momma usually takes six of those candies because daddy made them less powerful," Cindy said suddenly appearing, peeking around the corner into the kitchen.
"Sox candies?" I said surprised. I figured the girl probably thought they were candies because they were the size of lozenges nearly.
I didn't feel anything happening with the one tablet I took. And still if i took five more I figured it couldn't hurt.
I shook out five more tablets and with a grimace of their awful chalky taste and texture, I swallowed them down.
"Their are instructions about the candies on the shelf," Cindy said as I noticed a small slip of paper I had missed.
The note read: I have made this dose extra powerful. Only half a pill is more than enough. A whole pill will most likely give you breasts the size of pumpkins and enough milk to feed all the. neighbourhood kids.
"Oh shit!" I gasped slapping the note on the table. I grabbed my huge boobs and felt them, running my hands over and over them.
Cindy giggled and ran out of the room. I had been tricked.
But what happens now.