College was, in a way, a mere extension of high school. There were the popular students, the ones who either aced every subject or got all the attention, and there were the ones who hung out in their dorms all day, not really bothering with anyone. Hazel Viola McPherson was most definitely of the former ilk. Had she wanted to, she could have easily gotten into probably any sorority, but she liked to be a free agent, not tied down by anyone. And why should she be? She was gorgeous, with dark, alluring eyes, waves of brunette curls, and a pair of breasts that would make anyone weep. Even when she wore something modest, it took everything she had to keep them from popping out through the buttons and or peeking out over the top.
The girls got her loads of attention, and Hazel loved every second of it.
One person who didn’t love Hazel’s exceptional assets was Dana. Also one of the social butterflies, Dana had always wanted one thing in life. To be the queen bee. She’d once gotten a girl kicked out of boarding school for attracting the guy Dana had wanted. She’d planted a pack of condoms in the chastity club president’s room because she’d teased Dana for getting a bad grade. She’d even ‘accidentally’ given the exchange student the peanuts she was allergic to because she was getting just a little too much attention too close to prom.
If Hazel was hot, Dana was drool-worthy. She could make Jessica Rabbit and Kim Kardashian wish for better curves. Dana wasn’t satisfied unless she had complete and total domination of the male population at the university. Even with the lesser amount of attention that Hazel commanded, it was still too much for Dana’s taste. That girl needed to get out of her way. So Dana did what she had to do to put Hazel in her place.
She did little things, mostly. She’d poke Hazel’s boobs when she thought the twit was enjoying a little too much attention. Snap the back of her bra when she looked a little too nice. And when neither of those could get the job done?
“Ugh, you’re so disproportionate,” Dana scoffed every time. “Hazel, I’m saying this because I love you, but your ass just doesn’t match your chest. Either you need to get those butt implants or go get a breast reduction. It’s just such a disappointment to look back there and see nothing, you know?”
Hazel tried to smile, pretended she was grateful to hear it. But there were always tears pricking the corners of her eyes and, suddenly, no amount of attention could comfort her.
Hazel charged into her private dorm, her face burning. Every time she was having a nice day, every time…well. If she was so disproportionate, she could do something about it, couldn’t she?
With an irritated huff, Hazel plopped down into her desk chair and booted up her computer. If real life let her down, the internet always had some sort of solution. Always.
So, after ordering way too much from amazon and watching some videos of a shirtless Channing Tatum, Hazel finally stumbled on a website she’d never seen before.
Guaranteed to give you the terrific tits and amazing ass you’ve always wanted!
Well, that sounded like exactly the thing she needed. Positively gleefully, Hazel ordered a bottle and sat back in her chair. Disproportioned? Ha! When she was done, Dana would have to eat her stupid words.
The pills arrived a few days later, packed in an innocent-looking orange envelope. Hazel’s hands shook as she pulled out what turned out to be a far smaller bottle than she’d expected, bright pink, with Tammy’s label slapped onto the plastic. She grinned wickedly and glanced down at her enormous bust, then back at her unfortunately flat ass. Time to right a few wrongs.
Hazel popped a pill out of the bottle and, without even bothering to grab any water, popped it into her mouth, downing it in one gulp.
Hazel was prepared to wait. After all, it took an advil a good ten or so minutes to kick in, and pretty much everything else would take days at earliest.
With this pill, the effects were immediate.
Hazel yelped as her yoga pants tightened, suddenly around her, like they’d suddenly been shrunk.
“Ungh!” she grunted, scrambling to untie her yoga pants, but they squeezed terribly, cutting into her stomach. oh no, it was too much! Too big to fast!
Hazel gasped with relief as the ties to her yoga pants split, giving her that much more room to grow. At last, it slowed to a stop. Hazel gasped and twisted to stare at her backside. Her beautiful, curvaceous bottom, straining her now too-tight yoga pants. Hazel’s eyes widened. She reached back, running her hand over her ample ass. Maybe it wasn’t as big as Dana’s, but boy, was it fabulous.
Hazel grinned. “Eat your heart out, Dana!”
The next day, Hazel picked the tightest skirt she had and positively rocked it at school. She gave her hips a bit of an extra shake, her now larger ass bouncing under the tight fabric. And boy, did she ever get the attention she was looking for.
“Damn, girl, you could bounce a quarter off that ass.”
“Can I get some of the junk in that trunk?”
“Girl, you got more curves than an hourglass!”
Hazel beamed and flipped her hair, glancing over her shoulder at them and giving her ass a little extra wiggle. Just for their amusement. She was on top of the world. Until…
“Ugh, Hazel, did you get implants or something?”
Hazel froze, turning to see her “friend.” Dana wrinkled her nose and gestured.
“Seriously. That ass looks fake. You’ve turned trying too hard into an art form, girl.”
Hazel’s cheeks burned. Without meaning to, she reached back to cover her ass with her hands. Seeing this, Dana sighed dramatically.
“Don’t take it so hard. It’s not even that big. I mean, not as big as mine. But maybe you could stand to get a breast reduction so it all looks good.” Dana checked her phone. “Whoops, got class. Gotta go. Bye, Hazel!”
And just like that, she sauntered off, her own ample ass swinging back and forth, taunting.
Hazel felt like shit. Here she as with the greatest ass she could have possibly imagined and, against all reason, it wasn’t enough. Her curves still weren’t as fabulous as Dana’s. She still wasn’t as hot as she ought to be. What good were these stupid pills if they couldn’t give her the body she wanted? The body she deserved! How could she show her face at the mixer that night looking like this? Disproportionate, flat-assed…no, she was going to have to do better.
Angrily, Hazel grabbed the pink bottle and popped another pill. She waited for the inevitability of it. The swell. The tightening. The rip of her skirt…but nothing happened. She scowled and turned to glance back. Her ass was still ample, still round and pert, but no bigger than it had been a moment before.
“What the hell?” she muttered irritably. Those pills had been expensive and now they didn’t work. She popped a second pill. Then a third. Nothing. She didn’t even feel bloated. Maybe they only worked once and the rest were just, what. Extra cushion? An excuse to charge more?
“What a rip-off,” Hazel muttered, slamming the bottle back on her desk before she headed over to change for the mixer. She missed the label on the back that read:
TAMMY’S TIGHT-ASS PILLS
Not intended for users under the age of 18
Effective only once per month
Do not take more than one pill in 24 hours
Once pill is taken, alcohol must not be consumed for 48 hours
The party raged around her. Boozy co-eds laughed and sloshed beer out of red solo cups while playing beer pong or jamming to the top 40 playlist blasting in the living room. Dana had dressed in a tight, black, spandex skirt and a glittery crop-top, both perfect to accent her huge, bouncing breasts and her newly bodacious ass. As she sauntered through the party, the wolf whistles followed her. Hazel positively preened under the attention…but it could only last so long. It only took one glimpse of Dana across the room, dressed in a tight dress that made her the biggest bombshell in the house.
Hazel huffed and turned around, grabbing an appletini from the tray of cocktails the resident mixer had prepared. She knocked it back and marched herself into the thick of things on the dance floor, determined to shake her new ass.
“Whoo! Get it girl!”
“Damn. Can we play a little “Baby Got Back” in here?”
“Shake that groove thing, girl! Hot damn!”
In no time at all, Hazel was laughing and genuinely enjoying herself. She went back to grab a cosmo, then a manhattan, drinking them all in short time. It was only when she finished up her manhattan that she began to sense that something wasn’t quite right.
Hazel’s dancing slowed to a stop. She blinked, shifting from foot to foot. This didn’t feel right. There was an odd tingling all over her body, like a thousand tiny pins pricking her skin from scalp to toe. And fullness. Impossible fullness…which wasn’t right. She hadn’t had a thing to eat since she’d arrived.
Hazel grimaced as she felt something…unexpected. The prickling shifted, settling in her chest…until she felt her sparkly, tight halter top tighten. Hazel gasped and stared down in horror. How was this possible? The pills hadn’t worked. And they were only supposed to be for her ass. Alarmed, she pressed her hands to her faintly swollen chest.
“Ooh, looks like someone’s had too much to drink.”
“Come on, girl, you don’t need to feel yourself up in here.”
“Ooh, give ‘em a good squeeze, honey!”
Hazel stared downwards, her heart in her throat. Maybe it was just the one time. The one growth, like before…
Her skin tightened, pressure building. Hazel gasped, eyes widening as her breasts swelled out, spreading her fingers apart. The sparkly fabric of the top stretched as her already massive breasts bulged to the size of bowling balls.
“Holy shit, who ordered the stripper?”
“Damn, girl, can I find you at Hooters?”
Dana rushed onto the dance floor, her mouth hanging open as she stared at Hazel’s gargantuan chest.
“Dana, help,” Hazel wheezed. “Something’s wrong. I think it was these pills I took…”
Dana’s eyes sparkled with an inhuman glee as she reached out to slap Hazel’s breast.
Slosh slosh slosh
Hazel screeched as she reached up to grab her jiggling breasts that were full of…something.
“Oh my God, did you hear that?” Dana cried. “It sounds like she went and got impants. What, you weren’t disproportionate enough?”
To her horror, her breasts bulged again, stretching the spandex of her top until…pop pop pop! One by one, the seams began to give way, revealing her super-stretchy bra bra under the sparkly fabric. Hazel shrieked as her breasts sank down, sloshing loudly with every movement.
Dana laughed and reached forward to poke her again, sending her boobs jiggling and shaking. Hazel shrieked and tried to back away, but she felt more hands on her, poking and prodding. One ass even went for her nipple, tweaking it and, in the process, giving her already taut crop top just the pressure it needed to fly off of her in a thousand sparkly shreds. Her basketball-sized boobs fell out of the remains, still encased by some miracle in her bra.
Slosh slosh slosh
“Stop filling up,” she begged weakly, hugging her enormous chest with her arms. She needed to get out of here. Her breasts jiggled like enormous bowls of jello in her arms as she stumbled for the back door. She just had to get away from the drunks. If she could just make it to the backyard and get some fresh air, she could think. For once in her life, all she wanted to do was get away from the attention.
As soon as the cool air washed over her, Hazel let herself breathe a deep breath. Away from the heavy thrum of the music and the poking and the prodding, she could think. She had to do something. Had to find a way to fix this. Her breasts were as big as basketballs. She couldn’t function!
The prickling feeling returned. Hazel moaned, squeezing her eyes shut as she squeezed her breasts.
“No no no,” she whimpered. “Please, no bigger. They were already too big to start with…”
But her breasts didn’t go. Instead, the prickling sensation drifted downwards and, oh no. There it was. The familiar swell in her backside, pulling at her tight, black skirt. Awkwardly, Hazel turned to look at it, her breasts jiggling and sloshing in her arms. Almost watched them as she watched her ass swell out like a couple of tight balloons. She looked like Jessica Rabbit. No…at this rate, Jessica Rabbit would look like a veritable bean pole next to her.
Hazel’s heart thudded. How big was she going to get? Awkwardly, she began to waddle around the side of the pool, heading for the back gate, barely able to shuffle along with her ass shoved into her skirt. Then, she heard the back door slide open.
“Oh, look at the fat girl waddle!” came Dana’s snide voice. “She can barely move her legs. I’ve never seen someone jump up so many dress sizes in one night!”
“Come on, she’s not fat. She’s just got curves that don’t quit.”
“You could suffocate trying to motorboat those tits.”
“I’m willing to take that bet. I’d love to go out that way.”
Tears stung Hazel’s eyes. Here and there, were a couple of people trying to help her, even defend her, but the rude comments won out. Hazel whimpered as her skirt tightened, each cheek now as large as her breasts, jiggling and slishing just like her breasts. She tried to continue walking toward the gate, but with each second it grew harder and harder to move.
Hazel huffed, her heart hammering in her chest. She was close. Just a few more yards to go and…
Hazel yelped, scrambling to right herself as her ass swelled even bigger. Now each cheek was even bigger than her breasts! Unfortunately for her, she didn’t see the puddle of water next to the pool.
Hazel shrieked as she fell to the ground, breasts first. Her whole body jiggled dangerously upon impact, the sloshing of moving liquid temporarily drowning out the sound of the wicked taunts. Hazel whimpered, trying to hold her breasts still with her arms when-
Her bra fell to the ground in shreds. Not that anyone could see anything with her pressed against the ground like this. Weakly, Hazel tried to push herself up, but she couldn’t push off the ground enough to get her knees under her. It was like she was laying on a pair of squishy beach balls.
“Ungh!” she grunted, kicking her legs as she fought for traction, but it was no good. “Help!” she cried. “Somebody, help! I can’t get up on my-AUGH!”
A sudden horrible, squeezing sensation burst through her backside, followed by a splash of water. For one terrifying moment, she thought she’d popped. Then she saw one of the drunk partygoers, still fully clothed, treading water and laughing like a complete lunatic.
“Hey guys, check it out. Why inflate a pool toy when you can inflate a bimbo?” Dana cackled.
There was another pain. Hazel screamed as her ass shook violently afterwards, sloshing and jiggling against her taut skirt until…
There was a loud tear and the cold night air on her skin. Hazel gasped and tried to look behind her, but she didn’t need to turn far to see that her ass had grown again. Now it was like she had a couple of beach balls under her skin. She was impossibly huge!
She tried to move again, but it wasn’t just big. It was heavy, forcing her lower half down. She could feel her skin growing tither, thinning out with each growth.
Another drunk hopped off her gargantuan ass, and it felt like knives stabbing through her.
“Stop!” she screeched. “Stop! Please, I’m getting too big I’ll…I’ll pop!”
“Oh relax, you big chicken,” Dana snapped, sauntering up to Dana’s side. “You did this to yourself, after all. I mean, I thought you’d gone and gotten some kind of butt implant, but it looks like you did something even more dumb. Everyone’s heard those inflation pulls always come back to bite you. Or, I guess, blow you up.” She snickered and gave Hazel’s backside a sharp slap.
Hazel yelped and tried to kick out, but she couldn’t move her legs enough with her ass weighing her down. Dana laughed and slapped her again, making the skin jiggle. With each second, though, it shook less. She was growing tighter. Fuller. There was nowhere else for it to go.
Dana stepped back, letting a few other people take her place in slapping Hazel’s ass, trying to make it shake. Each one hurt more and more, reminding Hazel fiercely that she was running out of room.
Tears filled Hazel’s eyes.
“Dana, please,” she begged. “I thought we were friends. You’ve got to help me. Find the number online. You can call. You can get help. Please, I’m so big. I-I don’t want to explode.”
Dana glanced down, her eyes sparkling wickedly. In that instance, Hazel realized exactly how blind she’d been. Dana wasn’t her friend. Dana had driven her to this in the first place. And Dana was absolutely not going to try to help her.
“Move aside guys!” Dana shouted. “I’m doing a cannonball!”
Hazel squeezed her eyes shut. She heard Dana’s shoes against the stone. Felt the sharp stab of pain before-