When Crystal Harper thinks about her life she wanted to cry. She was rapidly approaching her fortieth birthday, she thought, having recently celebrated number thirty sixth. She was a divorced mother of two teenage boys, Matt and Kevin, and she has been struggling to make ends meet, ever since her moron of an ex-husband left her after a one night stand with a drunken slut he'd fallen in love with. Tom Harper rarely paid child support and when he did, it was always late.
As a result, it made it very hard for Crystal to balance her expenses, which cause her considerable embarrassment with her creditors in her home town of Modesto, CA. Her only solution was to work long hours at her dead-end job and hoping the extra money would be enough. She rarely if ever complained, and was thankful that she was employed; many of her girlfriends weren't so lucky and had to rely upon government aid. But worst of all, Crystal was very lonely. Working as a clerk in a branch office of a large construction equipment distributor, she did an assortment of repetitive mundane clerical chores. Her days were long and boring. Although she worked with several other women; they were much older than her and were just marking time until they could retire. Although business was slowly picking up, as the economy continued recovering, the company continued to maintain as small a clerical staff as possible. The work was dull and offered no room for creativity, but fortunately there was plenty of work to do which gave her a little job security.
Like her job, Crystal's life was boring. She had no romantic prospects and the only bright spot in her day was her lunch breaks which she looked forward to. It was there she could escape into her romance novels, as she day dreamed of finding her "soul mate" who would swoop in and changing her life.
She didn't date much, not because she didn't put herself out there, but because she was just so plain looking, there was nothing that made her standout among all the other single women. Worst of all despite having had two children, she had barely any womanly curves. Her breasts were tiny, not much more than a pair of ripe nipples poking out from her chest. She had no hips and had been mistaken for a boy from behind on more occasions than she cared to remember. Her short, low maintenance hair style didn't help matters, for she was too often approached by women suspecting she might be gay. Although women had never interested her, she on occasion toyed with the idea just to end her boredom. Little did she know, all that was about to change.
On her lunch break, in her usual spot, in the park across the street from her office, she sat reading her latest romance novel. It was a beautiful autumn day in Modesto, when something caught her eye. Glancing up from her book, she saw a funny looking little man watching her from a park bench not far away. She thought him funny looking mostly because he appeared to be dressed in clothing from another period in time which made him look odd and out of place, and his light brown pants and shirt that seemed to fit rather poorly. Dismissing him she went back to her book. When she looked up again, he was sitting beside her, staring at her waiting for her to acknowledge his presence. He didn't appear to be threatening, although his presence did startle her, and she noticed he was much smaller than she had original thought. He smiled at her and she felt compelled to return the smile. As she continued to look him over she noticed that his clothing appeared to be made from a shiny material she'd never seen before, yet it looked oddly familiar, like something from a fairy tale.
"Hello, Crystal," he said. "I hope you will forgive the intrusion, I know how much you enjoy your lunch and romance novels."
Crystal was taken back and asked, "How do you know what I like? Who are you?"
"Who am I? That may take a little more explanation," he said. "Let's just say I am a magical being. Think of me as your Fairy Godfather, although that doesn't quite cover it all, but it is the simplest way to explain it. I am here to help you and to bring you some happiness."
"You mean like in the fairytales," she asked hoping that she was right.
"Yes, very much like in the fairytales. I have been watching you for some time and think that I can make all your dreams come true."
The funny little man went on to explain that he planned to give Crystal a "complete makeover", head to toe, and he was prepared to do it all right now. Crystal had always been a little naïve, and didn't understand what the funny little man meant by "a complete makeover", the truth was that she had always been far too trusting of people. And unknown to her, although the funny little man had the best of intentions, he had a tendency to go a little bit overboard.
But she was eager for changes in her life, so throwing caution to the wind; Crystal eagerly agreed to his accepted his help. He warned her that he was on a very tight schedule and that if she was sure they would need to get started right away. When she reminded him that she was on her lunch break, he told her that he would take care of that and not to worry. She hesitated for a few seconds, fearful of losing her job, but when she finally agreed, the funny little man waved his arms wildly and the next thing she knew she was standing in the middle of her dingy cluttered bedroom with the funny little man seated cross legged floating in the air in front of her.
"Okay," he said. "Are you ready to begin?"
Tossing her purse and book on her bed she said, "Yes, where do we start?"
"Well, we begin by seeing what I have to work with," and he snapped his fingers.
Suddenly, Crystal found herself standing completely naked with her legs slightly spread and her arms held out parallel to the floor, like she was half way through a "jumping jack".
"What the hell," she began to protest.
"Hush!" The funny little man said hovering around her, looking high and low, and making notes on a notepad.
She tried to move but found that she couldn't. She was about to panic, when he told her to sleep. Her head dropped forward like a stone and she was sound asleep, still frozen in place.
"Where to begin," the funny little man asked aloud.
As he circled her several times, he stopped and hovered just a foot in front of her. He decided to begin with the obvious; she was as flat chested as a preteenager boy, so he would commence by increasing the size of breasts. He admired her hard puffy nipples, they would look good on a pair of large tits, he thought. Slowly the mounds on her chest began to grow. When they were a large as baseballs, he stopped and evaluated.
"Too small," he said aloud so he continued carefully growing them slowly until they reached the size of grapefruits, and he stopped.
"Close," he said. "Almost there," and they continued to swell.
He was suddenly startled by Crystal's house cat as it knocked over a plant, distracting him at a critical moment. When he recovered and stopped the growing process, he saw that Crystal's breasts had grown as large as two small watermelons. He cursed at the cat, causing it to flee the room. She was much larger than he intended, but he didn't have the time to fix it now, so made a mental note and continued with the makeover. Crystal had almost no hips, so he added a several inches, more than he had originally planned as he attempted to compensate for his breast enlargement error. He was attempting to keep her proportions balanced. Next he trimmed the bushy hair covering her sex into a neat little landing strip. Seeing her sex, he thought it much too small and enlarging it, doubling its size and sensitivity. He didn't like her hair style. It was too short. He grew it out half way down her back and changed the color from mousy brown to bright yellow. Considering her face for a moment, he straightened her nose and filled out her lips. Things were progressing nicely. He was pleased with the results and was a little ahead of schedule. He remembered from past experience the need to strengthen back and abdominal muscles, so that she would be able to support her new breasts. He was almost out of time so he added two inches to her height and made certain that all her clothing would fit her new dimensions, remembering the time he forgot to do that and the poor girl couldn't leave the house and had to pay a fortune for a new wardrobe. He floated around her admiring his work. He thought that with the time he had invested, she looked pretty good, much more like a woman and woke her.
Crystal's arms fell to her sides, as she struggled to maintain her equilibrium. Her head was spinning; she felt dizzy and off balanced. She thought the floor wasn't the where it was supposed to be. When she looked down at her feet, all she could see were two gigantic tits. She reached up and began fondling them not believing they were really hers. They were huge, much larger than she imagined possible. She squeezed them together, mashed them against her chest and was amaze that they felt so real and natural, like she'd had them for years. She pushing them together, she was in awe at size of cleavage she now had. Cleavage was something she'd always dreamed of having.
Suddenly, she realized that she lost track of the funny little man. She turned quickly left then right; her tits move hard left and then right following her twisting torso until almost a full second later then settled back into place.
She found the funny little man was hovering above her she complained, "They're pretty large and heavy; they weigh a lot more than I thought large breasts would weigh. Will I ever get used to carrying around the extra weight?" Crystal asked as she lifted them again trying to gauge their weight. "And now my nipples are too small," she complained, "are you sure you've done this before?"
