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She walked down the shelves filing books, thinking idly about classes and such. It was her junior year at Assumption and she hadn't even heard of the Rare Books area until they assigned her to it. She was a little unhappy with being so far away from people and excitement... well, what excitement there was to be had at a college library. Shannon smiled as she thought about the more than one occasion on which she had "dropped" a book where a cute senior hunk could pick it up. On the whole she was considered "very cute" by most of the guys she dated, although sometimes she found the word "cute" demeaning. A few times she had been called "beautiful", but some of them had rung hollow. And then there was that one Theater Major who had called her "His Venus". She grinned at the memory of that one-week relationship. Shannon had watched one act of his "H.M.S. Pinafore" and promptly dumped him. Just one among the many short-term relationships she'd had in her life.
Her real power lay in her twinkling smile, and she knew it. It was a "pinball" smile, one that lit up a room like a pinball machine when you hit one million points. Shannon dressed conservatively (at least for a co-ed), and wore very little makeup, usually just enough to highlight her blue eyes and brown hair. Someday she'd find Mister Right, even though she understood what an outdated and highly unlikely notion it was. But she had to admit her patience was running thin.
Shannon was torn from her reverie when she noticed something unusual about the book she was putting on the shelf. It was one of the tomes that had spilt from her cart earlier. She held it close to her face and looked at the binding carefully. It had been a little frayed when she had picked it up downstairs, and the spill to the floor must have opened up the spine. Ancient dried glue was exposed to reveal yellowed paper. She sighed and walked over to the elevator down to the basement for a visit to the library's bindery. Her shift was just about over so she decided to drop if off on her way out. The title of the book was "Science and Magic: Making them Work in Concert". Intrigued, she started thumbing through the pages while riding the elevator. It was copyrighted 1888, "just as the industrial revolution was taking off" she mused. As she read on, Shannon slowly became fascinated by the many ideas it listed for bonding science to magic, using herbs and incantations to heal and improve health. She noticed a few references to modern-day herbs like Gingko and Ginseng, accurately describing their beneficial properties. There was even a whole chapter devoted to the scientific means needed to defeat evil spirits and defend against demons.
One chapter that leapt out at her was "Physical Improvement by Releasing your Subconscious". Her hands quickly moved of their own curiosity and turned to the chapter. It discussed getting in touch with the spiritual side of a person's mind, the part that controls your "will" to heal when you are sick. Everyone could, it said, heal themselves when they wanted to, even to the point of improving aspects of their body. The only reason why nobody did it was because no one realized they could, that logically any person who knew of the capacity unlocked that ability within themselves.
Shannon looked up as the elevator doors opened and walked out. She had heard of something like this before. An article she had read said that for some reason, patients in drug trials who had been given placebos would mysteriously have some of the same benefits of the patients on the actual drug. The clinicians had come to the conclusion that the control group had somehow healed themselves because they thought they were being given real medication and had expected to get better. Shannon read more of the book as she walked to the bindery. The instructions on how to tap into the energy were very specific, talking about how an improvement that the conscious mind expected and subconscious wanted could be achieved.
She briefly thought about how she would like to improve herself. While blessed with a slim figure, almost model-like in her lithe proportions, Shannon had always wanted to have... a little more. She was good-hearted, and fun to be with, and largely satisfied with who she was, but she had always wondered what it would be like to have a man look at her and... and do a double-take. "Maybe with my boobs a bit bigger, or a nicely rounded butt" she mused with a smile. "Yeah" she suddenly thought at herself sarcastically, "and maybe that $10 million letter will arrive any day now".
Shannon read the book for a little longer and dropped it off at the bindery. Looking at her watch she realized with her shift over, and her classes for the day over, she could head straight home. After a quick stop at the employee lounge to pick up her book bag she left for the weekend, not having another shift until Monday. Walking back to her dorm she enjoyed the spring warm snap that had started earlier that week. Most of the springs she had spent walking around her New England college had required her to wear a knit cap. Today, although there was a chill breeze, the sunshine made it just warm enough to go out in only a wind breaker.
As Shannon walked down the library stairs to her dorm, her eye was drawn to another girl climbing up the stairs towards her. She was dressed lightly for the windy late-spring day, compared to Shannon's jacket and jeans, but Shannon could see why: The young lady had an impressive pair, actually, a very impressive pair, of breasts. Shannon judged them to be D cups at least. She was wearing a halter top, jeans, and a light jacket tied around her wide hips. Her nipples were erect from the breeze, nicely capping her boobs as they stuck out from her chest invitingly. Her bra was a demi-cup, leaving a little bit of breast flesh to flow over and press upwards against her top. Her hair was blonde and sholder-length, framing a perfectly painted face wearing John Lennon sunglasses. She had a small, slightly self-satisfied grin on her face. Shannon glanced behind the blonde bombshell and saw why: a group of guys leaning against a railing had been talking until she walked by, suddenly stopping in mid sentence. Most of them were simply staring, but one had a broad, seductive grin on his face.
Shannon looked away in revulsion (or so she thought) at the display and walked faster to her dorm. What she didn't want to admit was that she had been envious of that girl's endowments. When she got home, Shannon ate a light dinner of Ramen noodles and settled in to watch an evening of t.v. before going to bed. It was still early in the semester and there wasn't too much studying to be done (that usually came towards the end of a semester when professors realized that they only had a few weeks to teach their classes an entire semester of material). Her roommate Sophie was out somewhere with her latest beau; she was a stereotypical Mattress Maiden and reveled in it. Sophie wore as little as possible and appeared to be a free-thinking Hippie, all the while being a nymphomaniac of epic proportions. But Shannon still liked her outgoing nature. All she needed was someone to to figure out she was a good person and a good date would be a lucky man.
Channel-surfing, Shannon came across a "Girls of summer preview" on E! Most of the contestants were Hispanic with generous proportions. One of them was astoundingly built, with a ridiculous hourglass figure. As the camera zoomed out and downwards at the end of the program, the woman bent down to wave good-bye like the rest of the girls. She looked down at her top with a mischievous grin and pulled it down so the camera could see al-l-l of her cleavage, with the material just barely covering her nipples.
"Can't I ever get away from it?" Shannon thought angrily as she changed the channel. After Leno, she was about ready for bed. She pulled off her t-shirt as she walked into her room, catching sight of herself in the mirror. She stared at her not-quite-filled 34B bra, thinking about how much she didn't look like the girl in the quad, or the Hispanic bombshell. Shannon mentally tore herself from her thoughts and went back to getting ready for bed.
As she slept, Shannon had a long strange dream. She saw herself in a chair reading a book on a desk. She was looking for something very important in it, but she didn't know what it was. She cried out "Aha!" when she found whatever it was, snapping her fingers. Shannon awoke with a start. She found herself curled up with her quilt wrapped around her tightly. She had gone to bed in socks and panties, not bothering with anything else. "Whoa, that was weird." she thought. The dream hadn't been a nightmare, or even very emotional, but she still felt... drained from it. Unwrapping the quilt that entwined her, Shannon lay on her bed for a moment and thought about the day ahead. She would do that sometimes, organizing the route she would take around campus, what she needed to buy for groceries, and what homework she needed to do. It was a little neurotic, but it helped start the day.
Fortunately, it was a Friday and she didn't have any classes, which left things reasonably free. Unfortunately, she didn't have anything in particular she wanted to do, making the whole day seem kind of anticlimactic. "Oh well," she thought, "I'll think of something to do". Discarding her quilt she stretched her arms above her head. The cold air in her bedroom suddenly hit her, causing her to shiver. As usual, her nipples sprang erect in the cold temperatures, but her eyes popped open when they took a lot longer to harden than usual. Shannon looked down at her chest just in time to see her aureola start to pimple, and her mouth to drop open. Her breasts were... smaller! Her former A-cups had shrunk down to practically nothing! She was as flat-chested as a 10 year old! She inhaled sharply and was about to scream...
... when she woke up. Shannon looked at her dorm ceiling for a moment, realizing from her arms being raised above her head she'd fallen asleep mid-stretch. Very weird. She felt her nipples hardening again, and this time she enjoyed it, closing her eyes and letting loose with a satisfied murmur. "Man, I've gotta stop envying big boobs." she thought, "It's starting to affect my dreams." She reached down to give herself a little tweak on her right nipple, but found herself hitting tit long before she should have. Her eyes popped open and, as she tilted her head downwards, she watched her own breasts rise into view like some sort of double-pink sunrise. She froze there, her chin to her chest, staring at the gargantoboobs that had replaced her tiny teacups. Her hand had hit her right breast just above the nipple, missing its intended target because her tit now rested much lower on her chest, especially because she was lying down. They didn't stick up too much, like a silicone-implanted breast would, but expanded proudly across her chest, sliding slightly into her armpits.
The best way to describe them would be... heavy. Shannon sat up in her bed and felt them loll downwards, pushing out prominently. The aureolas of her nipples had grown exponentially larger, growing across her boobs to the point they were the size of her old B-cups. The nipples themselves looked like stretched out thimbles, sticking out a full inch. They were hard and wrinkled in the cold air.
It took Shannon a minute of staring to realize she was dreaming again. She pinched her left arm to wake up, but the sharp pain told her she was awake. She reached down and hefted her right tit in both hands, barely able to fit it all into her palms. They were easily larger than bowling balls. "Whaaaat the Heck??" she whispered. Shannon twirled out of bed and watched her chest wobble to a stop as her feet hit the floor. She stood up quickly and walked over to her full-length mirror and stared at herself.
From the navel down she looked perfectly normal, but from there to her shoulders her body was dominated by her prominent, rounded, inviting breasts. They were perfect, sticking out as far as a breast of their size naturally could, and then their weight made them cover the upper part of her stomach. They looked like something that belonged on an Earth Mother statue. Tentatively, she extended her hand and rubbed her right nipple. The touch was almost electric, she literally felt her knees start to buckle. It was as if someone had hooked up a button to all her erogenous zones and was jamming down on it. Shannon slowly sank to the floor and started grabbing and pinching at both her nipples. She felt an orgasm welling inside of her, focusing in her crotch and pulsating in her nether lips. The more she rubbed her nipples, the wetter she got. She could feel her panties soaking through, making her thighs slippery. As orgasm approached she started rhythmically pulling on her nipples, jiggling her breasts in all directions. Her butt started rubbing up and down on the carpet, setting her panties askew down her rear. Shannon's eyelids started to flutter as she rode the sensations toward orgasm. She pinched her aureola up around her nipples and started kneading them. She managed to do it twice before orgasming, violently. It throbbed through her over and over for almost 2 minutes, a multiple orgasm of such epic proportions she fell into an exhausted slumber when it was spent.
Shannon saw herself in a glen, an open field perfumed by flowers that were scattered as far as the eye could see. She was naked and the gentle warm air blowing by her felt wonderful. It must be a dream, she thought, but she had never had such a vivid one before. The feelings of the breeze started to feel invigorating, far too real for a dream.
She looked off in the distance and saw a circle of women dancing in front of a Greek temple. As she walked towards them she noticed they were actually dancing around a statue, each of the ladies dressed in colorful flowing tresses like Greek maidens. One of them, a breathtakingly beautiful redhead with pale-pink skin and freckles, spotted Shannon and ran up to her. She too had mammoth breasts, unrestrained and on display under the see-through gauzy gown.
"We're so glad you came!" she exclaimed, embracing her and rubbing their tits together. Shannon felt a slight thrill as their nipples touched. "You're just in time." She led Shannon towards the statue. All the other young ladies saw them coming and immediately embraced her, resulting in a massive crush of breast flesh around Shannon's body. A wave rushed through her as she felt the pointed warm mounds rubbing against her, their erect nipples stroking her like little fingers. Shannon couldn't help but feel turned on; even though she was nominally straight, the attentions of these girls was starting to awake something within her.
With all of them sporting warm, knowing grins, they guided her towards the statue. Shannon was shocked as she saw her features on the masonry before her. There she was, standing on a square pedestal, her leg cocked and her arms out in a classic dancers pose. She looked closer and noticed in the statue she had a funny grin on her face. Shannon tilted her head and considered the expression; it was somewhere between a Cheshire grin and seductive smile. The maidens led her around to the back of the statue.
"It's starting" one of them said, her voice trembling with excitement. Shannon looked around but didn't see anything happening -- when suddenly the blue sky started turning pink. The girls let out a chorus of "oh, look!"s and pointing at the statue before her. She looked down and saw that the statue had started glowing. Actually, only one part of the statue was glowing. The ass of the statue was becoming brighter and brighter, and growing. It swelled outwards, the hips also widening in proportion.
"You're so lucky." one of the girls said, and gave her a kiss. Shannon awoke again, the noonday sun streaming in through her bedroom window onto her face. The feeling of her rough, cheap-o dorm room carpeting on her back told her that her little excursion from her bed to the floor hadn't been a dream. She opened her eyes, looking down and seeing her hands still resting on her mountainous breasts.
"This is very, very weird." she told herself, aloud. She moved to get up and felt a pinching sensation in her buttocks. "My panties must be bunched up." she thought, maneuvering herself to a kneeling position and, unused to how much her chest now extended into the world, rubbed the tips of her breasts against the rough carpeting. The pleasure/pain was exquisite, reflexively causing a deep groan to emanate from her throat and a slight wiggle in her hips. She got to her feet carefully and arched her back, stretching like some sort of great cat. The pinching around her buttocks reminded her of her misaligned undergarment. She reached behind her butt and felt around for the cockeyed panty.
Shannon once again had that sinking feeling in her stomach when she felt how deep the panty material was digging into her rear end. Her ass felt huge. She turned her head and looked at her backside in the full-length mirror. The panties were now strained to tearing halfway down a hugely rounded pair of very large buttocks. They held a perfect tear-drop shape, complementing her also expanded hips. Carefully, and painfully, she rolled the taut panties down her fleshy bottom. She turned and looked at her now-flared hips in the mirror. Now she looked like a Fertility Goddess.
"Now this is getting very, very, very weird." she thought. Shannon sat down on her bed, feeling the odd sensation of having an extra 4 inches of butt between her and what she was sitting on. Her mind was reeling from everything that had happened this morning. She leaned over and looked at her bedside clock, which said 11:12 am. Since waking up a few hours ago, she'd gone from average college co-ed to super model to Juliana Young's cuter and better endowed sister. Her mind started to calm down, Shannon gradually regaining her wits and feeling the analytical part of her mind started to kick in.
"There must be a reason for this" she thought. Whenever she was stressed over a problem, Shannon's mind defaulted to logic. 3 years as an Oceanography major had taught her about the scientific method, and she had learned to apply it to life when she needed to. First, she thought, the cause (her left hand started to subconsciously glide around the edge of her left nipple). She hadn't been exposed to any weird hormones in any of the labs, nothing that could have caused her growth. She leaned back on her bed and looked at the ceiling contemplatively (her hand started rubbing across her wide, smooth aureola). And it definitely couldn't have been a growth spurt, at least not one that took a few hours (her rubbing brought about a distinct wetness between her legs). She clenched her hand in her crotch, hearing it squish from the moistness there. She couldn't bury her fingers deep enough into her nether mouth. 3 fingers were in and she couldn't fit anymore, even in her excited state. "Wish the thing was bigger," she mused in her reverie.
Her excitement kept building, clouding her thoughts. She started rubbing her large bottom on the carpeting and felt the sensation turning her on even more. Shannon's other hand continued pinching and twisting her nipple, moving on to grab and caress the areola and a handful of breast beneath it. Through her excitement-filled mind a sudden moment of clarity came to her. She knew how this had happened! "The Book" a voice shrieked as the orgasm of the century rocked her body.
Shannon woke up slowly. She felt the rough carpeting under her cheek and wondered why the hell she'd drunk so munch. Most of the time when she could taste the 20-year-old polyester weave it was because she had had a few too many and, while intending to go to bed, had missed and ended up spending the night on the floor. She sputtered a few flecks of lint from her tongue as she lifted herself up off the floor.
"Aw man," she muttered through her mind-clouding hangover. She quickly came to her senses when she felt her two gigantic breasts bounce against her arms. The events of the last few hours quickly snapped into crystal clarity. She wasn't hungover, she hadn't imagined her breast and butt expansion in an alcohol-induced stupor, and...
Her hand quickly darted down to her crotch and felt a warm wet spot on the carpet beneath it. And she was correct in thinking that her body had gone through orgasmus extremus just a little while ago. Shannon looked at her wall clock and saw the time. It was well past Noon on what was shaping up to be the most bizarre Friday of her life. She pushed herself into a sitting position at the foot of her bed. She felt the extra few inches of padding on her rear end and accepted that everything she'd dreamed had been true. Propping her arms up on her knees she looked at her sitting form in the full-length mirror. Her hair was thoroughly tousled around her face, and it was going to take a while to get used to the new bodily reflection that greeted her in the mirror.
She got up from her uncomfortable position on the floor and took one last look at herself in the mirror. Shannon was finally accepting what had happened to her, and she had a certain calmness coming over her. She sat down on her bed and took stock of the situation: Her subconscious ability to improve her body had been unlocked, and her subconscious desire was to be a round-figured bombshell with an uncanny ability to orgasm. Although a totally unscientific conclusion, she accepted it as a fact. Then the consequences of her new reality hit her like a ton of bricks.
No one was ever going to look at her the same way again, her parents were going to be shocked when she went home for vacation next week, a few of her friends would probably accuse her of getting implants upon first sight (not her better friends, but someone was inevitably going to say it), and... would she start attracting different kinds of men than before? Would she meet men who liked her for her breasts, or her AND her breasts, or would all men simply be too intimidated to even approach her?
As if on cue, a breeze from the open window above her bed blew across her nipples, which instantly sprang erect. Shannon forced all the thoughts out of her mind and focused on her immediate need for something to wear. She walked over to her closet and started going through all of her baggier garments, mostly leftovers from her "freshman 15" era. She found a baggy flannel shirt that managed to cover her new endowments (although they stuck out quit a bit), but finding pants was nigh-impossible, so she walked to the adjoining bedroom and dipped into Sophie's closet. She found a ridiculously large pair of carpenters jeans that fit pretty well, but then she realized that the baggy-look pants were snug on her. She looked over her shoulder into the mirror above Sophie's dressing table and saw the pants as they went up into the crack of her ass. Seeing her denim-clad rear she silently wished that some of her underwear had fit so she could at least have the modesty of displaying a panty-line. Putting on her concealing windbreaker, Shannon set forth into the world.
Once out of her dorm room she noticed a few double-glances, but no all-out stares. Her first stop was the nearest clothing store to buy some halfway decent fitting clothing, and then a quick trip to the bindery to take another look at the book and see if there was some way of undoing what had happened to her. She walked to the perimeter of the campus and got on the first bus that came along, a local to the shopping center across the river. She had almost refrained from getting on this particular bus because she knew that area of town was a little... well, gang-riddled. But because of all the nightclubs and malls the police tried to keep it reasonably safe for college students to move through unaccosted. As she took her seat on the bus, again she received a few curious glances, but after catching a glance of herself in the mirror she realized that the heavy shirt was being pushed out from her body by her new endowments, creating a tent of flannel below them, hiding her contours making her appear simply overweight. The ride was quick and uneventful, save for the fact she perpetually felt her tits jiggle whenever the driver went over a pothole, as well as sending them swinging whenever he made a sharp turn. The rubbing against the flannel was also driving her crazy from the friction against her nipples, and even through the industrial-strength fabric she could see them starting to poke outwards. Finally, the bus arrived at a mall. Shannon practically bolted out of her seat the second the door opened, dashing off the bus as quickly as she could. The pent-up energy from having her nipples stimulated had been driving her crazy and she needed to get in motion, just get moving somehow and leave the stationary withheld feeling behind. She walked towards the mall entrance as fast as she could without attracting attention, but even then she couldn't avoid the odd stare from a few of the shopping center patrons. Dashing through the glass door at the entrance of the mall (her breasts couldn't help but mash against it slightly as she pushed it open), she headed for the first clothing store she saw.
"Celeste!" Susan yelled to the back room. She was at the register alone and a few customers had been wandering around the store looking puzzled, a sure sign of either a price or size question. Susan had a line of 3 people in front of her waiting to check out, and her part-time clerk had decided to disappear to the back room to read a fashion magazine or whatever she did there on her breaks. Susan's Boutique, coincidentally also the name of the store, was an up-and-coming nouveau clothing shop in the mall. The real strength of the store came from its variety of clothing; any female in any walk of life from 16 to 60 could find what she was looking for her. From the velvet halter tops to the Chinese silk blouses, the store was gradually building up a solid reputation. But at noon on a Friday it was relatively quiet, and there was only one salesgirl on the floor. And the owner was starting to fume at her sudden evaporation. Finally, Susan picked up the phone next to the register, punched the intercom button and put the handset up against her mouth.
"CELESTE, PLEASE REPORT TO THE COUNTER IMMEDIATELY!" echoed through the store. The sounds of a slamming door and boxes crashing to the floor coming from the back room indicated her errant salesgirl had finally gotten the message. She burst out of the door to the dressing rooms towards the front of the store. Susan gestured wildly towards the wandering customers with the phone like she was directing a landing aircraft. Celeste got the message and altered her course straight towards the patrons, stopping right behind them and letting out a slightly breathless "Is there anything I can do for you?"
Susan stared at her for a moment more, and went back to ringing up the last couple of customers, her frown turning into a slight grin. She tended to be hard on Celeste at times, but the girl was gradually becoming more responsible. And she was one of the best advertisements any clothing store could have; everything Celeste wore came from the store. Today she was wearing a full selection of the store's inventory: skin-tight black lycra pants, a midriff exposing sleeveless silk blouse (a size too small), 4 inch platform high heels, and a black demi-cup bra that was barely visible through the silk of her top. The entire outfit complimented her tan skin nicely, and her hair was up in a Mediterranean bun that gave away her Italian heritage. It also showed off her graceful neck and beautiful face. Susan found it odd that Celeste wore such tight clothing. It wasn't as if she needed to show off her body to get attention like so many plain girls did.
Celeste didn't mind Susan yelling at her to help a customer. In fact, she would probably be yelling at her a lot louder if she had known what she really had been doing in the restroom. Belonging to the Italian genome had always given Celeste a hot-bloodedness, much to the delight of certain gentlemen that attended the local universities. Celeste spent most of her breaks masturbating in the ladies room in the back. It was practically like a coffee break for her, only she slept a little more soundly at night without the caffeine. She walked over to the girl looking at various shirts on one of the men's racks and tapped her on her shoulder.
"Is there anything I can help..." she started, but stopped when she saw the girl turn to face her. A massive bulge, loosely defined as two, swung into view. She was obviously wearing bulky clothing in an attempt to conceal them, but Celeste had seen it all: twenty-somethings trying to flaunt what they had, and others who did their best to hide them in shame. Preteens with d-cups and harried mothers with no idea what to do, and forty-year-olds who for random reasons had started delayed puberty. They came here to find what they couldn't find anywhere else, which was something that fit AND looked good. But the sheer dimensions of the girl before her surprised even her jaded eyes for a moment. She even found herself staring for a full second before meeting the girls eyes. That was long enough for Shannon to notice. And Celeste immediately felt a little awkward.
"...you?" she finished, only missing a few beats. She put on her best smile, slightly embarrassed.
"Uh, I'm looking for some larger clothes." Shannon said. "I noticed your men's rack, but nothing here seems like it would be a decent fit." Celeste glanced at the rack and gestured for Shannon towards the back of the store.
"If you'll come with me, I'll show you to our larger sizes. " she said in her most professional voice. Celeste didn't know what was coming over her, but this girl was making her... respond. And it didn't seem to matter that she had brought herself off only a few minutes before. Shannon was also feeling a little stimulated. For some reason, when she had turned to see the sales girl standing behind her, and the way she was dressed, it had made her feel a little... horny. And then when she had stared at her breasts in borderline disbelief it had made her feel like some sort of sex object. And for the first time in her life, she LIKED it. The two of them walked to a back corner of the shop, with the large sizes arrayed on the shelves it was apparently a separate area visited less frequently than the rest of the store. But to their merit the boutique managed to maintain many designer labels in large and tall sizes.
Celeste's first stop was in the underwear section, where diembodied underwear sets hung on racks like some sort of evolutionary scale, with the smallest and most sexy at one end and the largest and most industrial-strength at the other. Celeste turned to Shannon.
"What size are you?" she asked. Shannon had been dreading that.
"I'm not quite sure. I've recently... put on some weight."
And how, Celeste thought. "Well, how about we get a few sizes and you can try them on in the dressing room." They walked from rack to rack, looking at decent combinations of pants, skirts, and blouses. Celeste chose a few suit jackets that Shannon found a little uptight, and they started to discuss exactly what Shannon was looking for.
"I suppose what I really want is something... fun, and exciting." Shannon said. Celeste's friendliness and courtesy during their shopping had made Shannon feel a little more relaxed. She knew that Celeste was still a little astounded at the size of her breasts, but she at least was being polite about not staring too much.
"Hmmm... How about we try and fit you with a few items from the normal racks and see how they fit, but we also mix in a few larger sizes." she said with a grin.
"That sounds like a good idea" Shannon said, a trifle distantly. She had been distracted by the grin on Celeste's face. It was still friendly, but now a tad... lecherous?
"Here" Celeste said, unloading an armful of clothes into Shannon's arms. "You take these into the dressing from and I'll be in there to join you in a minute."
Celeste practically dashed into the main store, leaving Shannon to walk over to one of the dressing rooms in the back of the store with a mound of garments in her arms. When she got there she disrobed and felt some serious relief to get out of the far-too-small undies. She looked at herself in the mirror and still couldn't believe the grandeur that now inhabited her bodily dimensions. Her breasts were stupendous, with rosy nipples and a perfect curve to them. She turned and rubbed her ass with her hand, marveling at the fleshy but firm mass of it. She was beginning to like it.
Just then, Celeste burst in carrying a load of clothing, catching Shannon while she was hefting both her breasts in front of the mirror. She dropped the clothes and inhaled sharply, her eyes going wide. While Shannon wasn't an extraordinarily shy person, especially around women, the expression on Celeste's face made her reflexively (try) to cover up. One hand flew to her crotch, while the other darted to cover her nipples, which was a nearly impossible task considering that her nipples were now wider than her arm. She ended up covering one with her hand and sinking into the flesh of the other with her forearm.
Celeste immediately turned bright red and spun around. "I'm so sorry" she said, covering her face in embarrassment. Shannon saw how Celeste was on the verge of crying, so she released her breasts and drew her hand away from her crotch.
"It's all right." she said, trying to soothe Celeste. "You can turn around now if you want". Slowly, Celeste turned her head, and then the rest of her body to face Shannon. She couldn't help but glance down her form as it came into view.
"I suppose I'm quite a sight, aren't I?" Shannon said with a grin. The grin, which Celeste misinterpreted as a come-on, was all the go ahead she needed.
"You are a very healthy girl, aren't you?" Celeste responded, smiling slightly with her mind working in overdrive.
"Uh huh," Shannon replied, still smiling. She turned to the stack of clothes on the dressing bench and picked up a bra and panty set. "So do you think these will fit?" she asked.
Celeste had been ready for that question, and unclipped a tape measure from her belt. "I borrowed this from the front desk. We can measure you and make sure that it's a decent fit." She walked behind Shannon and wrapped the tape measure around the apex of her tits, taking her time aligning it with the apex of her tits.
"Okay, now, would you lift them up?" Shannon put her hands under her tits and lifted them up, but she couldn't even remotely keep them in the palms of her hands. They kept spilling over around them. "That's... that's good enough," Celeste said with a slight crack to her voice. She took the measurement, her hands almost shaking. Fortunately, Shannon was oblivious to this, assuming Celeste's lack of dexterity was due to the difficulties in measuring a girl for her dimensions.
"Okay. Let's see if we can find something in your size." Celeste said, walking over to the various bra and panty sets on the bench. She sorted through them, discarding the more conservative sets and concentrating on the more risqué, push-up variety. "This should do it. " She held up a white lace combo that was patterned with swirling lace. The panties were high cut, almost a thong, and the bra was only a demi-cup.
"Are you sure?" Shannon asked, a little apprehensive about the whorishness of the set.
"Definitely" Celeste replied. Although she had a petite frame, Celeste dressed in the most revealing and tight clothing she could to display what she had. All the women who came into her store with gorgeous bodies dressed in self-conscious baggy clothing saddened her. A body like Shannon's should be presented for the world to enjoy.
Shannon stepped into the panties and ran them up her legs. There was a little tightness as she pulled them past her hips, but they settled in snugly around her waist. The strip of cloth between her buttocks informed her she was practically wearing a thong, but she realized that any normal panty that would fit her hips would probably be far too loose in the waist. She had worn a thong before, one borrowed on an evening when she had worn a lycra mini-skirt. The feeling of it pressed up against her crotch and anus was quite pleasant.