Jose and Maggie were friends as far back as grade school. Both worn glasses and had been cast as nerds all through school. Well, they were nerds. Both had straight A's in science and math. Both were headed off after the first of the year to college under full scholarships.
It was the Friday night before Halloween and they were sitting around the fire pit in Maggie's backyard. Maggie sighed and shook her head. "Have you got a date for the Halloween party?" Maggie asked her friend.
"What Halloween party is that?" Jose replied and sighed. "No date and no invite to any party."
Maggie tossed another small piece of wood on the fire. "Maybe we should have our own party and invite all the nerds and geeks who don't have anywhere to go."
Jose chuckled and looked at her friend. "I hope you're joking. Even I don't want to sit around and stare at the floor with that bunch."
"Then what are we going to do?" Maggie asked.
"That is a good question," Jose replied and they both sighed deeply.
There was a long silence until Maggie said, "I wonder what we could whip up in the chemistry lab if we put our minds to it."
"Whip up? Whip up what? A party or dates to go to a party?"
"I don't know, maybe trouble for the parties that we didn't get invited too," Maggie replied.
"That seems kind of childish," Jose shot back.
"Yeah, I know but I'm feeling that way," Maggie said with a sigh.
A big puff of smoke across the fire pit startled both young women. Before either could say a word, an old woman stepped out of the smoke waving her hands and coughing. "I hate that shit," she said in a wheezy voice.
"Who the fuck are you?" Maggie said in a shaky voice.
"Language, young lady," the old woman said sharply.
"You said shit, so...." Jose said and left the sentence unfinished.
The old women looked at her and then back at Maggie. She frowned and asked, "How old are you two?"
"I'm eighteen," Jose replied and then added, "My friend is nineteen."
The old woman frowned and shook her head. "You're kind of old to be wishing for revenge on people."
"I didn't know there was an age limit on that," Maggie said.
The old woman gave Maggie a hard look and then took a deep breath. She let it out slowly and then said, "That is true but most of the time it doesn't call me. I deal with the younger set, shall we say."
"Who the hell are you and where did you come from?" Maggie said in a rush.
The old woman's laugh was more of a cackle. "I ain't your fairy godmother, that's for sure. I'm more from the other end of the spectrum."
"We're a little old to believe in fairy godmothers," Maggie said quickly.
The old woman looked the two young women up and down. "Physically maybe, mentally, I don't really know. You don't match any criteria I have."
Jose looked at her friend and shrugged. "That's us. We don't fit in anywhere."
"We're smarter than the average people our age," Maggie replied.
"Smart at what?" The old woman asked.
"Math, science, the real stuff," Maggie shot back.
The old woman let out a long loud groan. "Nerds! What did I do to deserve this?"
"And what is wrong with being a nerd?" Jose asked quickly.
"They don't get invited to parties for one thing. They usually don't have boyfriends for another," the old woman shot back.
Jose sighed. "That's us."
"The boyfriend thing I can probably fix," the old woman said as she flexed her bony fingers.
The front of Jose's t-shirt started to swell. It grew shorter at the waist and wider and higher across the top. Jose's eyes were very wide as she looked at the huge bulges in the front of the t-shirt. Her hands jumped to her chest and she yelled, "What the fuck?"
"They're call breasts," the old woman said with a cackle.
"I know what they are called and I don't have any," Jose said as her hands felt of the large globes under the thin t-shirt. After a moment, she groaned softly as two large tents center up on the breasts.
Maggie stared in disbelief at her friend's chest. Her hands came up to the flat front of her t-shirt. "Uh, how about me?" She asked as she forced her eyes away from her friend and onto the old woman.
The old woman shook her head. "Only one of you needs breasts. The other can feed off the leftovers."
"Leftovers?" Maggie said and groaned as understanding came to her mind. She looked at her friend. "Yeah, you draw them in, get your pick, and I get whatever is left."
Jose was toying with the rock hard nipples through the t-shirt and totally distracted. Bolts of pure pleasure were shooting from each nipple to her lower belly. With each bolt, her panties were getting wetter and wetter.
From far away, Jose heard her friend calling her name. She looked up and shook her head to clear it. "What? Did I miss something?"
"Yeah, you get boobs and I don't," Maggie said hotly.
"That, that's not fair," Jose said looking at the old woman.
The old woman sighed. "I've only got so much raw materials to work with, so to speak."
"Then split them equally between us," Maggie said with anger still edging her voice.
One of the breasts under Jose's hands disappeared. "Hey!" She said loudly as the other breast moved over to the center of her chest. She looked up in time to see a huge breast rise up from the center of Maggie's chest.
Maggie was looking at the single breast on her chest. "This is not what I meant," she said with a groan in her voice as her hands moved over her one huge breast.
"It may not be what you meant but it is what you said," the old woman replied with a cackle.
A moment later, the fronts of both t-shirts started to deflate and the old woman was gone.
Maggie was cussing a blue streak and Jose sighed as she placed her hands on her once glorious chest. Something wasn't right. Her hands were not flat. She squeezed and groaned as pleasure shot straight to her sex.
"I have boobs," she said loudly but Maggie was still cussing. To cut through the stream of blue words, Jose reached over to the front of her friends t-shirt. Firm mounds greeted her hands. She squeezed not so gently.
Maggie's last word cut off in the middle to be replaced by a loud moan. Her hands jumped up to cover her friend's hands. "I, uh, I," she stammered and then groaned again as Jose let go of her breasts.
Now both young women were exploring the fronts of their stretched out t-shirts. When Jose jerked her t-shirt up and off, Maggie's eyes grew wide. "You have boobs," she said loudly.
Jose looked up from caressing her very sensitive breasts and grinned. "I said that a while ago but you were busy cussing."
Maggie whipped her t-shirt off and groaned as her hands found her own bare breasts. "I have boobs," she whispered as she caressed her own breasts.
"You got what you wished for," Jose said and then moaned long and loud as she lightly pinched her own nipples.
"An, an even split," Maggie said as she watched her friend pinching her nipples. She tried the same thing and gasp from the jolt of pure pleasure that flooded her lower region.
"So sensitive," Jose said with a deep whimpering moan as she continued to pinch and roll her nipples. Suddenly Jose's eyes popped open. She didn't remember closing them. She grinned at her friend. "Who do we show them to first. I mean besides each other."
Maggie's eyes popped open. "The better question is how do we explain where they came from?"
"We've always had boobs," Jose said and then the light dawned. "Just not big visible boobs."
"They're not big compared to what you had earlier but they are huge for us," Maggie pointed out. "They don't just magically appear over night."
