Jaycee's Blog - Fri, Dec 10

Yesterday's faerie gift was one that I never get tired of: breast expansion. It's expecially fun if it's done in a public setting. (As a side note, all four faeries had agreed to give me a hint before telling me: they all showed up carrying two apples each against their chest; took me no time to figure it out.)

The added bonus to causing breast expansion was that I could do it as fast or as slow as I wished. Obviously, the first places that came to mind were Broue and the strip joint where I've gone several times before, but I find it's best to avoid hitting the same places too frequently so no one figures I'm responsible for this chaos.

My first target was the local supermarket. There is this particular cashier (a skinny goth girl with a sour attitude) that drew my attention. Her line of waiting customers was particularly long and she seemed more interested in the gum she was chewing than showing them any courtesy. I decided to start a very slow growth process in her chest that would only stop when I was done paying. (Considering I was fifth in line, I expected this would take a lot of time and she'd be gigantic by then.) It was fun seeing her apron beginning to bulge, and twice as fun watching her expression shift from sullen to puzzled. Most people didn't seem to notice (they were fiddling on their smartphones), but by the time she was done with her second customer, her C-cups were quite obvious. She noticed I was staring at her boobs and blushed furiously. She probably wasn't wearing a bra or it would have become too painful to bear by now. I didn't say anything when my turn came, I only stared at her expanding boobs. She obviously wanted to say something, but the embarrassment of her inexplicable growth put her on the defensive. Her face turned beet red, but she said nothing. Finally, by the time I stopped her growth, she had F cups and was the focus of everybody's attention.

Another target was a meter maid I spotted while she was filling out a ticket for some car that was illegally parked. I'm not a car owner myself, but thought I should do something on behalf of all those of you who are. Rather than going slow (like I did for the cashier), I make her bust literally explode into boobs so huge that she could hug them with both arms. Her bra instantly snapped, her buttons popped, and her shirt was shredded. Since we're in Canada here, the cold instantly made her nipples stiffen and she promptly retreated into her tiny car to hide from view. Her new puppies would barely fit behind the steering wheel. She wouldn't need airbags if she got into an accident.

There were a few more victims during the day, but I think the one I liked best was this fit lawyer I saw at the courthouse. (I had no reason to be there except to ogle hot female lawyers in suits, and I wasn't disappointed.) She and her opposite counsel (a handsome man) were in a corridor discussing terms while I sat on a nearby chair, pretending to look at my phone and minding my business. The growth started slowly and she didn't notice it at first. She had to take a call during the conversation, which distracted her further. I noticed her bustling increasing, pushing her jacket outward. The opposite counsel spotted the growth and seemed conflicted about staring or looking away. He made the right choice (glancing at her boobs), but women have a sixth sense about these things. She caught him doing it and cast him an angry glare. Then, suddenly puzzled (and probably feeling some pressure from her now-undersized bra), she looked at herself and gasped with surprise.

"I'll call you back" she said hurriedly, then quickly put the phone back in her jacket pocket.

"I...I'm sorry," the opposite counsel said.

That's when I sped up the growth process. From a healthy B-cup, I expanded her to a C. She crossed her arms over her chest and cast panicked glances, looking for cover. She spotted a bathroom about twenty yards from her position and hurried in that direction. The growth was faster now. Her white shirt strained against the pressure of too much breast flesh and she winced from the pain of the bra dining into her shoulders (or so I imagined). Buttons popped from the strain right before she ducked in the bathroom. Seems like even though she was out of sight, I could still affect her. I got her to a generous D-cup before I stopped. It would be too big for her current bra, so she'd probably have to go braless for the rest of the day (unless she carried a spare, which I doubted). This was certainly going to distract the judge and opposing counsel, but if she played her cards right, it might work for her instead of against.

So that was yesterday.

Today, the faeries just told me I was going to have remote control of anyone's lower body. Oooh, the possibilities!