Mary-Anne's Mammaries
Mary-Anne looked up as the doorbell sounded, putting a bookmark in the paperback she was reading and headed for the front door. The moment she saw the deliveryman there with the small and plain cardboard box her heart began to beat with excitement. She signed off for the delivery and immediately dug her claws into the tape sealing the box the moment the door was closed.
The Fennec woman had always been body-shy. She had a little extra flesh here and there - not enough to really be considered fat, but definitely not movie-star svelte. Her biggest problem was that all of her curves were in the completely wrong places - a little on her thighs and belly, but her chest was almost completely flat, only a couple mosquito bites, really. Her ass was flat and completely unappealing - wasn't the whole highlight of a few extra pounds being a lush chest and a bubble butt?
About a week ago she thought she found her answer. Along with the usual ads she saw in her favorite magazine she saw something new - a product that promised to build curves in 'all the right places.' She hemmed and hawed over placing an order for hours afterward, then called the toll-free number before she could talk herself out of it.
She knew that there was a possibility that all she was going to get would be some placebos that, if anything, convinced her body to grow her boobs maybe a quarter of an inch. Still, she couldn't help but feel slightly hopeful as she read the directions on the little bottle.
In fact, the bottle was freaking tiny. She gave it a bit of a shake, and heard one sad little rattle from the inside.
Fifty dollars, and she'd bought one pill.
A little miffed, she read the directions on the bottle;
Take one pill with liquid. For immediate results, use water.
'Immediate,' huh? With a shrug she went into her kitchen and got a glass out of the cabinet and filled it halfway with water from the tap. She popped the pill in her mouth and, wincing at the slightly bitter taste, washed it down with a couple gulps of water.
Mary-Anne looked down at her chest, one brow cocked. Nope, no change there. She reached behind and patted her ass. Nothing there, either.
Suddenly a little thirsty, she refilled her glass and drank, swigging back the water like a woman who'd been thirsting for days. She growled to herself as she wrenched the empty glass away from her muzzle - she was still thirsty!
Another glass went the same way as the first, the liquid seeming to evaporate before it reached her belly.
Frustrated, she leaned over the sick and fitted her mouth around the spout of the faucet, drinking as quickly as the water was filling her mouth.
A pressure around her chest alerted her to something was happening to her body. She tried to pull away from the faucet, but was immediately stopped - it was like her mouth was glued to the chrome, she couldn't pull away. Alarmed, Mary-Ann felt her chest with her hands and her eyes flew wide; inside her plain button-down shirt her breasts were swelling, inflating like water balloons as the water continued to pour down her throat.
Technically she had gotten what she wanted - a way to get bigger boobs and, she could tell by the tightening of her pants, a nice big booty, but what she was going through wasn't anything like she expected!
She resumed trying to pull away from the faucet, grunting and twisting, trying to unseal the invisible force gluing her in place, feeling her breasts grow larger and larger, her shirt straining to keep them contained. There was a PING! Sound and when she glanced down she saw that one of the buttons in the middle of her shirt had flown off and landed in the sink. There was another ping, and at the same time the button on her jeans gave, gaping her pants wide open. As her butt swelled, the cheeks pushed her pants and underwear slowly down the curve, and her breasts were pushing hard against the edge of the sink and spilling into the basin. The latter wouldn't be a big deal if she had a low faucet, but hers was curved high over the sink - for her breasts to be pressing against the edge, they had to be huge!
A flash of insight came to her, and Mary-Ann twisted the handles, turning the water off. As soon as the flow stopped the strange force keeping her in place suddenly let go and she jerked backwards.
She braced herself against the counter opposite the sink for a long moment, breathing hard. Taking one last deep breath she dared to glance down.
Having just planning on lazing about the house all day on her day off, she didn't put a bra on. Her shirt was still buttoned at the top at her neck, and near the bottom, but had gaped open to reveal two big, round, breasts covered in soft fur the size of bowling balls. Her pants sagged down to her knees, unable to fasten around the girth of her derriere. Even with her bit of belly, she had a pronounced hourglass figure.
She reached out with slightly shaking fingers and squeezed her breasts, smiling at the feel of soft, warm, flesh.
A part of her wanted to stop, told herself that her breasts were plenty big enough now. Another, stronger, part said no way. She had to be bigger, had a more generous bust, a cushier ass.
There was no telling how long it'd take for the pill to metabolize, so she got to work quickly. She didn't want to get stuck to the faucet again, so after she pushed her pants and underwear down and off she got out a couple decorative jugs she used for tea in the summer and filled them both, thrilling at how her breasts brushed against her arms.
Ready, she got herself settled on the couch with the jugs of water on the coffee table in front of her. Holding one in both hands, she rested her mouth against the rim and tipped it back, drinking slowly but steadily, breathing between every gulp.
She could feel her body changing again, her chest swelling out, her butt spreading out and down, raising her inch by inch where she sat.
She was a little surprised how much water she was drinking, and not feeling full at all. Then again, she mused as she drank, it's not like the water was going to her stomach.
One jug in her hands empty and two on her chest fuller, she set it aside and reached for the other. The second jug went the way of the first, and when it was empty she pulled it away with a breathless, "Ah!"
She looked down, and grinned when she realized she couldn't see her knees due to the outthrust of her massive chest. The gallons of water she'd just drank combined with what she'd had at the sink had expanded her breasts to a prodigious size - they were so large she could feel them resting on her thighs, a warm and heavy weight. They were probably the size of beach balls, round and firm. She tipped a bit to one side to look at her ass and caressed the swell. At that point she realized that her thighs had also grown, keeping proportionate to her ass cheeks and then narrowing to her knees.
She braced one hand on the arm of the couch and levered herself up, wavering for a moment until she caught her balance due to her vastly different center of gravity.
She hesitated there for a moment, wondering what her next move would be after getting the body of her dreams. With a grin she came to a decision - she had to show it off.
Heading into her bedroom, she took off what was left of her shirt, leaving the too-small scrap of cloth on the floor behind her. Everything she had in her closet would be small on her changed frame, she knew - she just had to find something that would be just large enough.
A skirt of stretchy material was just barely skinned into, turning something that was formerly knee-length into a micro skirt. A shirt that was at one time large on her stretched almost to it's ripping point across her bust, her prominent nipples jabbing into the fabric. The bottom hem of the shirt barely managed to cover the bottom curve of her breasts. She didn't wear any underwear- any bra she owned would be far too small, and she felt like risking going without panties.
Shoes were a little difficult - every time she bent to put them on she'd either start to lose her balance, or her breasts would get squished up against her legs. She finally managed by leaning up against a wall and lifting her foot, sliding each high-heeled shoe on one at a time.
Getting into the car was even harder - she was sitting higher before due to her big ass, the top of her head thumped onto the ceiling of the car, flattening her ears, and her chest was so big and bounteous that it pressed into the steering wheel. Moving her chair all the way back helped a little - she had enough clearance to at least steer.
The mall was as crowded as it always was on the weekends, with giggling gaggles of teenaged girls loaded down with bags, smaller groups of boys looking bored but refusing to leave, slightly older working folk looking for some shopping therapy after a long week, and the occasional parent dragging a screaming kid behind them.
And they were all looking at her.
Her first stop was the lingerie shop, but it didn't take her long to realize that they didn't have any bras nearly big enough - the biggest she could find was a D! The poor saleslady looked ready to break down and cry when they couldn't find anything in her size, but Mary-Anne wasn't too worried and left with a smile - while she'd be without a bra until she could find something in her size, she couldn't help but feel pride that she was bigger than anyone.
Tossing her hair back, she smirked at a group of staring teens, their eyes wide and jaws slack in obvious awe. They were a little too young for her, but there was nothing wrong with letting them look their fill.
The sound of running water caught her ears, and she suddenly had an idea to give all of her fans a little treat - it shouldn't hurt, after all, it'd been long enough that the pill had to have been metabolized by then...
She sauntered over to the big decorative fountain in the middle of the food court, letting her wide hips sway and her tits jiggle with every step, cognizant of every eye on her. It was a fairly simple affair - a square-shaped stone bench enclosed the fountain, with small hidden spouts under the water spitting out water in a steady flow about a foot from the edge.
She knelt on the edge and, leaning over, sipped delicately from the one of the streams of water trickling into the basin below, feeling what water that didn't enter her mouth trickle down, down her chin, down her throat, and soaking the fabric of her strained t-shirt.
She was so busy trying to covertly watch the people watching her, she didn't notice a growing weight slowly shifting her balance until she found herself slowly tipping forward. She threw her arms out, trying to catch herself, but it was too little, too late, and she fell into the fountain with a loud SPLASH!
She finally noticed the strained seams of her shirt were beginning to succumb to pressure and pop, and her eyes widened when she realized that the pill hadn't been metabolized, and, in fact, her breasts and ass were growing larger without her realizing.
She pushed herself up, knees and palms slipping on the coins people had thrown in, but before she could raise too high she found some force moving her head to the side, drinking from the same falling spout of water, making her mouth open and drinking the water as it poured in. Not only that, but she found herself swallowing frantically, consumed with a great thirst she couldn't control.
In the middle of the mall, with dozens of eyes upon her, she drank.
Her shirt was the first to give - tearing right down the seams and leaving her wearing rags around her shoulders and neck. Her skirt didn't fare much better - as her ass swelled with every gulp of water, the skirt crept up, until it bunched around her waist.
Still she drank, swallowing mouthful of mouthful of slightly stale-tasting water. Slowly the level around her hips lowered, her tits growing to the size of bean bag chairs, then desk chairs, bigger until each one was the size of a couch and still growing. Her ass wasn't far behind, no pun intended. It was growing, staying mostly round and pert, with some give as it met the inner wall of the fountain and had to spread more up than out.
Still she drank.
Finally, when she was no longer sitting in water, the fountain gave a couple last, weak spurts and then made a gurgling sound, empty.
Mary-Anne took a deep breath once her mouth was free, the first in the long while. Her face was burning hot with embarrassment, her ears pinned back. Her tail would have been tucked between her legs, only she had so much ass in the way it was more just laying flat along the crack. She looked down, and all she could see was golden fur, the beginnings of cleavage that went on for yards. She wanted to be hot, she wanted to be sexy and attention-getting. Well, she got her second wish - she'd definitely draw a lot of attention by being a freak that was more ass and tit than actual person!
There was a soft touch on one tit, and Mary-Anne's head snapped up to see a young woman touching the soft side of her breast, her eyes wide and fascinated.
You're beautiful, the woman said, her voice soft in awe.
I... sorry? Mary-Anne said, confused. Beautiful? She? Not hardly, not anymore!
Yeah, the woman continued, apparently not aware of Mary-Anne's confusion. Like a Goddess.
There were other soft touches along her body, caressing her fur and flesh. She looked around to see other men and woman looking at her with a sort of fervid devotion in their eyes as they felt her fur with their hands, their faces. She looked behind her and saw a good-looking man humping one of her butt cheeks, an expression of bliss on his face.
Mary-Anne blushed, but this time in pleasure. She settled back, getting comfortable, welcoming the other devotees who surrounded the fountain.
It wasn't exactly what she was hoping for, but, hell. She'd take it.