The Fog

The fog has interesting effects


Do not proceed if you normally have to ask your parents permission to
stay up late.  You know who you are - go watch the educational channel
on TV instead.

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The Fog (First in a Series of Short Stories) 


It was early fall, 1957.

Holly was returning home from a late night studying at the campus library.
It was quite dark that evening, and the moon was blocked by a hazy 
overcast.  Even the shadows cast by the random street and building lights
seems to be particularly threatening.

Holly clutched her textbooks even tighter to her chest.  She could feel
the erect nipples on her almost nonexistent breasts strain against the
books thru her sweater.  She was not wearing a bra, "No need to when one
has nothing to support", Holly muttered to herself.

At 18, and away from home for the first time, Holly was looking forward to
some changes by going off to college.  She was hoping that her social life 
might improve, but so far it was the same as in high school.  None of the
boys were attracted to her perky good looks.  She was basically ignored.

Holly wondered why mother nature seemed to have overlooked her in the
figure department.  Sure, her face was pretty enough, but her 32AA-26-32
figure made her feel entirely inadequate.

Holly's parents had told her that she may just be a late bloomer, like
her mother was.  But this had done little to comfort her.  She was 18 and
tired of waiting.

Holly slowed down now, as the haze was settling to the ground and it was
beginning to become difficult to see very far ahead of herself.  The fog
was thickening and obscuring what few lights were around.  The fog had an
unusual pungent and damp odor to it, almost a sickening sweet smell.

It was actually an appealing smell, like cotton candy, and Holly took a 
deep breath....and another....as she walked along slowly.  It was most
intoxicating, and Holly felt herself breathing the sweet fog vapors in.

The tightening in her chest came on slowly.  It was a pleasant feeling,
not painful at all.  It felt as if her lungs were pumping to savor the
damp sweet air.

Holly sensed her nipples burrowing deeper into the books she was still
holding tightly to her chest.  She pulled them away and saw her two
proud nipples poking out proudly through her sweater fabric, larger and
more erect than she had ever seen.

Holly was feeling hot, not in temperature, but hot and horny.  Her
panties were soaked, and thick juices were running down her legs and
into the tops of her bobbi socks.

The feeling in her chest was increasing and Holly looked down in 
amazement and delight to observe her small mounds of breast tissue
beginning to swell and grow.  It already looked like two small tangerines
under her sweater.

Holly took one hand and massaged the expanding globes and fingered the
thimble sized nipples.  This made her feel even more lustful.  Holly
began breathing in and out faster and deeper.

Her breasts were now expanding at an astounding rate.  The size of 
cantaloupes now, the buttons on the front of her stretched sweater were
in serious danger of ripping out of the fabric.

Now surpassing the size of small melons, firm and standing out from
her chest, Holly started quickly unbuttoning her sweater.  Too late, and
the remaining buttons let loose as her watermelon sized breasts fell
out into glorious view.

Holly threw down her books and began stroking her breasts with both hands.
It felt fantastic.  Gripping her sausage sized nipples with both hands,
she brought herself to orgasm after orgasm.  A flood released between
her legs.

Holly greedily inhaled and exhaled, more and more her breasts grew, now
the size of overinflated beachballs.  Holly had to let go of her nipples
as her breasts grew so large she could no longer reach them.

Standing 3 feet out in front of her and hanging down to her knees, Holly
was spasming in orgasmic delight - squeezing the sides of her gargantuan
breasts and rubbing her nipples furiously against the damp grass.

Just then the fog lifted, leaving Holly standing in the field in all her
mammary splendor.  Still breathing heavily, Holly could see the vapor
trail of her breath as her breasts began quickly shrinking back to their
normal size.  As they reduced to melon size, Holly glanced frantically 
around her - looking to see in what direction the fog bank had gone.

Seeing it drifting away across the field, Holly turned in that direction
and ran back into the fog.  Never to be seen again.

To this day, on that small college campus, sounds of a woman's orgasmic
moans can be heard whenever the fog rolls in.  

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