"Go on, open it!" urged Katie, clasping her hands giddily.
Claire turned over the bundle of wrapping paper in her hands. Her roommate prided herself on picking just the right gift for each occasion, and this holiday season was no exception.
Gingerly unfolding the paper, she revealed a small journal with a black leather cover.
"I know you're always filling up notebooks, Claire," Katie smiled. "I thought this was just the thing for you."
Claire looked more closely at the book. Its leather cover was ragged and well-used, although the sheets of lined paper inside were crisp and clean.
"Check the first page," Katie encouraged.
Claire flipped to the start of the journal, where a message had been written in a flowery script:
Happy holidays, Claire! Did you know that anything written in this journal becomes true? -- Katie
"Very funny, Katie," Claire said, rolling her eyes at her roommate's attempt at humor. It was a thoughtful gift, but she was all too aware now that she had forgotten to get anything to reciprocate. She flushed crimson in her cheeks.
It wasn't easy for Claire, living with such a statuesque beauty. She was ashamed to admit she harbored lewd thoughts about her roommate's tall, lithe body. Katie had the biggest, sexiest breasts that Claire had ever seen, let alone on such a slender girl! Claire imagined she'd need to use both hands to wrangle even one of her roommate's oversized breasts.
Some friends had mentioned that Katie's massive chest looked out of place on her thin frame, but Claire disagreed, even though Katie would sometimes complain about the weight of her bosom. Katie had kept up a rigorous fitness routine to strengthen her back and assist in carrying her big chest, becoming delightfully firm and tight all over.
Then there was Katie's incredible body. She was slender and toned everywhere, with powerful thighs and arms that remained alluringly feminine. Claire had never met any other woman with such perfect breasts and so slim a figure, and she found it plenty titillating just to watch her roommate's huge chest bouncing and tight curves slipping around their apartment.
She had developed darker fantasies too, like the idea of seeing not just one of her beautiful roommate, but a pair of Katies! Oh, to see Katie together with her clone or identical twin, especially if they were both competing for her affection. But this was an impossible dream. And besides, as far as she knew, Katie was an only child.
"I'm so sorry, Katie," she finally admitted, "But I didn't get you anything this year."
Katie's grin faded. She turned away, then cast a glance over her shoulder. "That's okay, Claire. I know how busy you've been."
Claire's heart sank as she watched Katie sit on the couch and sigh, staring down at her phone.
As busy as Claire may have been, it now seemed to her that no amount of distraction was worth the disappointment she saw on Katie's face. Unless...
She looked back to the book in her hands. Flipping it open, she pondered the curious message on the first page. She sensed an opportunity to change the subject.
"So what does this message mean, Katie? Anything I write becomes true?"
Katie looked up, her lips pressed together.
"The store clerk told me that book was magical, but then again, she'd probably say anything to close a sale. So, I thought I'd take her word for it, and I played it up in my message to you," she said half-smiling, then rose to her feet. "Anyway, I have to head out soon with my friends. I'll see you later."
Claire grabbed her pen and looked up, leering at her roommate. She loved to admire Katie's toned body, and she could easily spend an eternity just staring at Katie's giant chest.
After all, Katie was beautiful, and she knew it. But to Claire's ongoing dismay, Katie never seemed interested in being more than friends.
Just underneath Katie's message in the journal, Claire added:
Katie doesn't mind that I didn't get her anything for the holidays. She wants to spend the whole day at home with me!
She rolled her eyes. Writing down her idle fantasies felt ridiculous.
"I'm sorry I didn't get you anything this year, Katie," she frowned, looking up.
Katie brightened, smiling back at her.
"That's okay, Claire! Don't worry about it at all. Hey, why don't we stay in today? We can watch a movie, bake some cookies, and we'll even order delivery if you like."
Claire sat back, stunned. Katie had seemed upset only a minute ago, but now she wasn't bothered at all. And she never wanted to spend this much time together. What was going on?
Claire's eyes swung rapidly between the book and Katie. Could it be...? Her eyes drifted back again to her stunning brunette roommate.
Katie was wearing a loose shirt with an oversized neck opening, which granted Claire's peering eyes a generous view of exposed cleavage. This wasn't the first time Claire had gone into a trance admiring her roommate's breasts, nor was it the first time she'd been caught.
Katie, reclining on the couch, sensed this attention. She cleared her throat.
"I wish you wouldn't stare so much, Claire," she frowned.
Claire flushed red and looked away. She glanced down at the book, and with pen firmly in hand, she wrote:
Katie likes when I look at her breasts and wants to encourage it. She loves showing off her chest to me.
She put her pen down and looked up, just in time to catch Katie making an elaborate show of raising her elbows and stretching. Katie placed her hands on her knees, straightening her arms and squeezing her large chest between them. She looked back down at her phone, fluttering her eyelashes while presenting her exposed flesh in Claire's direction.
Claire sat in stunned silence, her mind swinging wildly between two impossible truths: that the book worked, for one, and the dreamy sight of so much exposed breast flesh being so willingly presented.
Katie sat back on the couch, still holding her arms forward. She looked awfully silly with her arms straight out, but kept up the pressure on her soft melons, forming a luscious set of hills through the large neckline of her shirt. She looked down at her chest for a moment, grinning as if satisfied, then shocked Claire again by suddenly looking straight at her.
"Ooh, my back," Katie said, biting her lip. "It hurts from carrying these boobs around. They're just so, so big, and I've been thinking about a reduction... but I know you like looking, Claire, and I like when you look at them," she smiled.
Claire's mind was whirling as she stared openly at her roommate's exposed cleavage. Katie hadn't seemed to notice anything she'd written down, even as everything happened just as she'd written. Katie just internalized this new truth, as if what Claire had written was the way it had always been.
Claire's lips slowly parted into a wide grin. This was much how she'd dreamed Katie would act around her, but there was always room for improvement. She wrote in the book:
Katie's back never hurts because of her chest. She thinks big breasts are super sexy, and lately, she's been trying to grow larger! No matter how big she gets, her breasts are always firm, shapely, and beautiful!
She threw down her pen and spun around in her chair, taking in the view of Katie's chest. The large neck opening in her roommate's shirt revealed two gloriously perky mountains, still squeezed together between Katie's outstretched arms. Katie arched her back as she squeezed and presented her chest to Claire.
"So while we're at home today," Katie said, shaking her chest, "I thought you might like to try one of my new breast creams?" she asked earnestly. "It's one of several dozen I apply each day. You know how I've been trying to grow these girls bigger, and I think this one might finally do the trick!"
She emphasized her point by tugging hard on her neck opening, revealing even more creamy flesh, now even more firm due to Claire's writing. Katie bounced in her seat, setting her chest swaying enticingly. From the corner of her eye, she could see that Claire was watching her, which seemed to make her even happier.
"Heehee! I just love these big boobies," she cried. "I'm so glad to be living with you, Claire. Most of the girls I know get weirded out by my breast care regimen, but you've always been so understanding. That means so much to me," Katie said, placing her right hand gently atop her chest.
Katie sighed happily. Her attention soon wandered and she grabbed her phone, although she made sure to keep tugging on her neckline to give Claire generous views of her big chest. Occasionally, she grabbed one of her breasts with her open palm, squeezing it gently and releasing it, all while stealing glances at her roommate to make sure she was still watching.
Claire bit her lip, again finding herself staring openly at Katie's cleavage, but the fabric of her roommate's top obscured most of her chest from view.
She turned back to the book on her desk, writing:
Katie has a collection of sexy outfits that emphasize her chest. She likes to model them for me.
Claire squirmed in her seat. She was burning hot between her legs, and the power she felt was intoxicating. It was time to turn up the heat. She appended another line in a quick scrawl:
Each time Katie changes her outfit, she'll be more turned on and more attracted to me.
Katie had taken to openly palming her breasts with both hands. She looked up, smiling.
"Hey Claire, I just got the cutest tops for my big boobs! You'll love them. Can I show you?" she asked. She hefted her chest upwards and forwards, doing her best to emphasize it as if to help convince her roommate.
Claire nodded eagerly. Katie rose to her feet and skipped into her bedroom, returning scarcely a minute later.
