Years for Sale - Chapter 3

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Lying on her bed the next morning, Caroline heard her phone buzz, but she ignored it. No doubt it was a text message, and she knew from whom, which was reason enough to leave it alone. In the clear light of the morning, she had made up her mind to do the sensible thing. There would be no more babysitting, not for Audrey at least. Sure, Caroline would love the money Audrey would give her, but no matter how much money was offered, it would not be worth the risk. She was done with Audrey. Nothing the girl said or did would get Caroline to change her mind, of this much she was sure, so why bother even looking at what Audrey wrote? Best to just ignore it, right?

Another buzz.

“No,” Caroline said. “Not happening.”

Another buzz.

She sighed. “I’ll look at what she wrote and tell her not to text me again.”

She picked up the phone and read what Audrey had written. “I’m sorry,” was the first text. “Things got out of control, and that’s my fault,” was the second. “Can I make it up to you somehow?” was the last message.

Caroline typed out her reply and sent it, “No.”

“I see,” Audrey replied. “I understand. It was unfair to put you in that situation.”

Caroline sat and waited, not allowing herself to be drawn into a conversation.

“Can I offer you a little money to make up for it?”

“No,” Caroline wrote, proud of herself for holding strong to her decision.

“Is there anything I can do for you?”

“No.”

“I see,” Audrey wrote. “Maybe later, then.”

Caroline did not reply. After no more messages came, Caroline felt some relief. It seemed that she might be free at last.

***

A day later, a small package arrived on the porch, addressed to Caroline. She carried it up to her room to examine it. She was not at all surprised to find that the return address was for Audrey’s house.

“A bribe?” Caroline said as she slit the box open with a pair of scissors. “Did she think that she could just send me something that would change my mind?”

She opened the box and dug into the padding of tissues to find something metal inside. She pulled it out and gasped.

“The bracelet,” she said, staring at the golden bracelet in her hand, the very same one that Audrey had worn every time they had traded attributes between them. It was the one that controlled the changes, the master of the two. Never could she have imagined that it would just appear on her doorstep.

Caroline’s phone rang. Seeing that it was Audrey calling, Caroline answered.

“Hello,” she said.

“Good morning,” Audrey replied. “Did you get a package this morning?”

“You sent me the golden bracelet?”

“I did.”

“Why?”

There was a pause. “Well,” Audrey said. “I wanted to apologize properly. It was unfair of me to keep taking so much from you and only giving you money in return. I wasn’t listening to you well enough, either. I’m sorry.”

“I... I see,” Caroline said, not feeling ready to forgive just yet.

“So,” Audrey said. “Now, it’s your turn to control the changes for a while. I’ll wear the silver bracelet when I go to bed around nine o’clock. You’ll have between then and around six in the morning to use the bracelet anyway you want.”

“Won’t your dad notice that the golden bracelet is missing from his collection?”

“No,” Audrey said. “I bought a pair of look-alike bracelets and put them inside the display case. From a distance, he won’t notice the difference.”

“What if he looks at the fake bracelets too closely?”

“He won’t,” Audrey said. “He rarely, if ever, goes in there, and he never touches the older artifacts in there. They’re his trophies, not his toys.”

Caroline turned the golden bracelet around in her hand, feeling its surprising weight and wondering what she might do with it.

“So,” Caroline said. “You’re lending this to me to use it at night while you’re sleeping. Will the magic even work with them this far apart?”

“It will work,” Audrey said.

“Are you sure?”

“I’ve tested it before.”

“When?”

There was a pause. “Listen,” Audrey said. “Do you want to try it or not?”

“I do,” Caroline admitted. “But, what am I going to owe you in return for letting me do this?”

“You’ll come babysit again, and let me use them on us again.”

Now, it was Caroline’s turn to pause and think. She had refused to make a deal with Audrey yesterday for good reasons. However, now Caroline had control of the situation in her hands. Could it be different this time? Would it be worth the money? Could she really pass it up?

“For how much?” Caroline asked.

“Double what I gave you last time.”

Caroline was quiet for a while, feeling unsure of how to answer.

“Well?” Audrey said.

“Can I call you back later?” Caroline said. “I need some time to think.”

“Sure,” Audrey said. “I’ll be waiting to hear from you. Bye.”

“Bye,” Caroline said and ended the call.

***

Caroline had trouble focusing at work that day. She tried, she really tried, but as much as she wanted to keep her attention on the customers and her cash register, her mind kept drifting off to fantasizing about ways she could use the bracelets. That kind of power was too tempting to ignore, it seemed. Again and again, she pictured her ideal body and revised how it would appear. How tall would she end up? What size chest would she prefer? How curvy is curvy enough?

After a while, doing her job felt like an interruption. It did not help that she was making frequent mistakes and having to smooth things over with customers, repeatedly. Somehow, she made it to the end of her shift without getting written up or fired. She hurried home, and once she made it to her bedroom, she immediately called Audrey.

“Hello,” Audrey replied, sounding chipper. “Did you have a chance to think it over?”

“I want to do it,” Caroline blurted out. “I want to use the bracelets.”

“Great!” Audrey said. “I’ll convince my parents to have a reason to need you soon.”

“Okay,” Caroline said. “So, nine o’clock?”

“Yes.”

There was a moment of hesitation before Caroline worked up the courage to ask her next question. “Is there anything… off-limits?”

“I’ll probably be asleep by then, so it won’t matter to me what you do. Have fun.”

“Okay,” Caroline said. “Thank you.”

“No problem. I’m looking forward to our next night together. I’ll collect the bracelet from you, then.”

They said their goodbyes and hung up.

Caroline found the box on her desk with the bracelet inside and pulled it out to give it a look. The temptation to put it on right then was strong, but she forced herself to put it back in its box and set it aside for now. Then, she checked the clock. “One hour and seventeen minutes,” she said, figuring out the time until she could begin. She set an alarm, and then she tried to busy herself with getting ready for bed in order to pass the time faster. It would be a long wait, though, no matter what she did.

***

Caroline spent the last minute before 9 pacing back and forth in her pajamas in front of her desk. The second her alarm went off, she silenced it, tossed her phone onto her bed, and lunged for the box. The gold bracelet was on her wrist almost before it was out of the box.

Then, she closed her eyes and wished, “Give me my ideal body.” She imagined how tall she would be, how curvy she would be, every detail she had thought of at work that day. She willed it to be true with all of her heart.

Nothing happened.

She waited a few more seconds and focused even harder, but still, nothing changed.

“What the hell?” she asked looking down at the bracelet on her wrist. She tried swapping it to her other wrist and wishing again. That had the same result, though.

Nothing.

She walked over to the tall mirror on her closet door and examined her reflection closely, looking for any sign that something had changed. Everything looked the same as it had been a minute ago.

She sighed. “What went wrong?”

Her first thought was that Audrey had tricked her somehow. Maybe this had all been an elaborate joke. Right now, Audrey might be laughing her head off in her bedroom, thinking about Caroline making a fool of herself. Although that seemed possible, Caroline doubted Audrey would have a reason to do it. The girl had already humiliated and embarrassed her in person. Why would she send a fake bracelet to do it again when she had no way of witnessing the reaction? Caroline checked the bracelet again. It looked authentic, just like the one Audrey had worn before. Could it be a fake? No, Caroline had to trust that this was the real thing. Audrey had stretched their deals before, but she had never broken a deal. It was possible that Audrey had forgotten to put on the silver bracelet before bed, but that seemed unlikely as well. Audrey had much to gain from making Caroline happy and a lot to lose if she messed up this deal.

Caroline realized that she was the one who must be doing something wrong.

“I should have asked her how she did it,” Caroline chided herself, thinking back on all the times Audrey had transformed them. It had seemed so simple. The girl had just closed her eyes and silently focused on a transformation. Then, they changed.

Caroline found her phone on her bed and started to thumb out a text for Audrey. Then, she stopped before sending it. “Wait,” she told herself, setting the phone down. “Let’s try to figure it out on my own, first. I don’t want to wake her up if she’s already asleep.” Caroline worried about embarrassing herself even more by admitting that she could not make the magic work on her own, but she left that unspoken, even to herself.

“How did she do it?” Caroline asked, taking a seat on her bed. She thought back over all the times Audrey had changed them and was surprised at how often the girl had used the bracelets. She had done so many little changes so quickly that it had seemed that they had happened all at once, but really it had been tiny incremental changes, one or two attributes at a time. “Is that it?” she said. “Just do a little at a time?”

Caroline closed her eyes and thought back to their first change. She pictured her feet and Audrey’s feet, imagined them as completely and vividly as she could. Then, she saw her own feet shrink as Audrey’s feet grew. She opened up her eyes and straightened her legs, lifting her actual feet up to where she could see them.

She gasped. “It worked!” At the ends of her teenaged legs were a pair of little girl feet. She wiggled the tiny toes and smiled. “I did it.”

Caroline pulled her feet up close and held them in her hands, feeling the strange mismatch in sizes. She knew them well after having suffered through standing on these little feet for a week after that first night of babysitting. Before, they had been a source of shame that she had hated every time she noticed them. Now, they were a hard-won prize, proof of her success. She felt like kissing them, but she resisted the impulse, not knowing just whose feet she would actually be kissing at that moment. Instead, she set them back on the floor and, still sitting, she shut her eyes and pictured their feet again.

This time Caroline imagined reversing the change. Size began to transfer back to her own feet, but when her feet were back to their regular size, they did not stop growing. They kept taking more and more foot size from Audrey’s feet. Soon the girl had tiny baby-sized feet, while Caroline’s own feet were becoming basketball-player sized.

“Stop!” she cried, but they kept growing. “No more!”

Caroline opened her eyes, breaking her focus on the magic and feeling the growing stop at last.

She looked down at her feet again, and, again, she gasped. “They’re huge!”

Caroline straightened her legs, feeling the increased weight of her feet as they rose up, looking clownishly big at the end of her legs. Once more, she pulled them up close to her on the bed and let her hands explore their sizable length. They had to be well over a foot long each. “What did I do?” she yelled. “I didn’t mean…” Her cry was cut short, though, by what she heard next.

“Caroline?” It was her mother, calling from the hallway. “What’s the matter? I thought you were going to bed?” Footsteps approached Caroline’s door.

“Shoot,” Caroline said, realizing she had to hide her feet somehow before her mother saw them. She scrambled to get her legs under her covers and sheets and lay down on her bed, hoping that she would look as though she were just going to sleep. As her mother knocked on the door, Caroline grabbed her phone and said, “Come in.”

“What’s with all the noise?” her mother asked, stepping into the room.

“I was just… watching something on my phone,” Caroline said. “It was kind of… wild.”

“Can I see it?” her mother asked.

“Uh,” Caroline said. “I dropped my phone when you called my name in the hall. I don’t think I can find the link again.”

Her mother gave her a gentle smile and took a seat on Caroline’s bed next to her. Caroline could not help but notice the huge lump her enormous feet made under the covers beside her mother’s butt. Thankfully, her mother had not noticed yet.

“Sorry to have disturbed you,” her mother said. “I suppose I was just curious. I don’t get to see my little girl all that much anymore now that you’re working all of the time.”

“It’s fine,” Caroline said. “We can talk tomorrow.” She did a fake yawn and stretched her arms above her head. “I think I want to get some sleep now, though. I had a busy day.” She settled into her bed.

Her mother patted her hand and kissed Caroline’s forehead, “Sleep well.”

Then, she walked to the door, looked back briefly to smile, and shut off the lights before shutting the door behind herself.

Caroline let out a sigh of relief and decided that she would need to be more quiet from now on, no matter what happened. In the dim light cast from her cell phone screen, she saw the mound her feet made and frowned. “You need some more practice,” she told herself. “At the very least, you need to fix those before the morning.”

***

Caroline waited an hour to rest up before trying again. She had listened for the sound of her parents settling in for bed. Once she was confident that they were going to sleep, she flipped on a single dim lamp next to her bed. Then, she slid her enormous feet out from under her sheets and rested them down on the floor beside the bed.

“Now,” she whispered to herself. “Let’s focus on shrinking them back to normal. I’ll just have to make sure I stop at the right moment.”

With her eyes closed, she imagined her expanded feet. “Shrink,” she whispered, trying to command the magic, but after a long minute of intense focus, they did not change at all. She opened her eyes and looked down with building frustration at her feet, seeing them still stuck in hobbit proportions.

“Again,” she ordered herself. Eyes closed, her mind focused on her big feet, she tried to will them smaller again. As she did, her thoughts drifted to Audrey. Caroline could not believe that the girl had so easily managed to transform not only a part of them, but their whole bodies all at once. The memory of Audrey growing taller and older right before Caroline’s eyes as she shrank away brought up feelings of intense and bitter jealousy. “What am I doing wrong?” she asked.

Hearing how squeaky her voice had become, her eyes shot open and she looked down at her feet. Somehow, they appeared even larger than before. Strangely, though, her heels seemed to have lifted off the ground, even as she remained seated on the edge of her mattress. She let her heels drop to the floor as she stood up from the bed.

Caroline gasped and chirped, “I’ve shrunk!” after looking around and realizing that her room seemed much larger all of a sudden and her perspective of it had fallen considerably. Comparing her height to her bed and dresser, she estimated that she could not be more than four feet tall now.

As if to further emphasize her diminished size, her now too large pajama pants slipped down her legs to rest on top of her comparatively gigantic feet, ironically, the only part of her body that had not shrunk.

Caroline lifted up her pajama pants and tried to tighten the waist string to keep them from slipping down, but the knot was too tight to undo. So, she settled with holding them up as she walked over to the mirror to see what she looked like now. She went to take a step, but her foot did not budge when she tried to lift it. She felt as though she was wearing lead shoes all of sudden. “Come on,” she groaned as she flexed her leg muscles to their limit, trying to lunge forward, but all she managed to do was slide her heavy right foot a few inches in front of the left. “I can’t believe this,” she said, before using all of her strength to slide her left foot slightly further ahead of her right. At that point, she realized there was no point in holding up her pajama pants. They could not trip her up with how little her feet moved. She let the bottoms fall back to her feet. For a moment, she considered stepping out of them, but she doubted that her feet would even fit through the legs anymore. So, she kept on walking with them resting uselessly on her feet. In this way, she slowly and exhaustingly shuffled across her room towards her mirror.

Minutes later, she had traveled the few feet necessary to get a view of her body in the mirror. Even in the dim light of her bedroom, she could clearly see what had happened. It was as she had feared. Instead of her usual teenage self, she saw the reflection of herself as she had looked in grade school, probably not even old enough for middle school yet. The kid wore an oversized pair of pajamas, the top of which hung down past her crotch while the bottoms rested on top of her absurdly gigantic feet.

“I made myself younger?” she said, now recognizing her high voice as a perfect fit for her childish body.

A mix of emotions filled her mind, shame at having made such a mess of herself, anger at how unjust it was that Audrey was so much better at this than she was, and worry at not having any clear idea of how to get herself out of this predicament. She could try to fix herself, but without a clear idea how to do it properly, she might make things even worse somehow.

“What do I do?” she asked the scared looking girl in the mirror. She got no reply.

Sighing, she sat her bare bottom down on the floor behind her feet, which remained anchored firmly to the ground. There she sat, hugging her knees, anxiously pouting for a long while, not feeling ready yet to make sense of the magic she was misusing.

Again, her jealous thoughts turned to Audrey. She imagined what Audrey would look like right now, a grown woman with tiny baby feet. If only they could swap some size between their feet, then at least they would be proportional.

“Let’s try it,” Caroline said. “Focus on the feet.” She imagined their feet changing size to better fit with their bodies. She thought of the exact size each of their feet should become. The change happened with deliberate slowness as if she were attempting to ride a bike for the first time, just trying to keep from falling over as she made slow progress on her wobbly wheels. When she was confident that her feet were small enough, she opened her eyes.

What she saw made her smile. At the end of her legs, were a pair of little girl feet. She wiggled her tiny toes and smiled. “I did it,” she said. She celebrated by doing a little sitting tap dance. Then, she stood up again to better examine her young body.

Caroline pulled off her oversized pajama top and stepped out of the pants and approached the mirror. It was a strange sight, seeing the reflection of herself as a young girl again. Her chest was flat, her hips narrow, her body hairless from the neck down. Puberty showed no sign of arriving anytime soon. She was purely a child now, small and innocent-looking.

Wanting to get a better feel for how comparatively small she had become, she opened her closet and found a pair of dress shoes with heels. She set them on the floor before the mirror and stepped into them. Her feet slid in easily, being much smaller than normal. Once standing in the shoes, she noted the inches of extra space left behind the heels of her feet.

She stepped out of the shoes again and fetched a formal dress out of her closet. She slipped that on, letting it hang loosely on her, and stepped back into her shoes again. It made her giggle, seeing that little girl playing dress up in her grown-up clothes. It was even more funny when she thought of how these clothes had fit her only a short while ago.

“Well, kid,” she told her reflection. “Let’s see if we can fit into these clothes again.”

With her eyes closed, she focused on growing up again, picturing Audrey’s body getting younger at the same time. After a minute of concentrated focus had passed, she opened her eyes to check how she had changed and found her reflection looking exactly the same.

“It didn’t work?” She was stunned and felt panic setting in.

She went to check the bracelet only to find it was no longer on her wrist. It had fallen off at some point, it seemed. For a frantic moment, she searched for it but immediately located it on the floor beside her shoes and let out a sigh of relief, trying not to think of what she would do if she could no longer return to her normal age.

With the bracelet back on her wrist, she shut her eyes again and concentrated on her body and even more carefully imagined Audrey’s body as it must appear right now, looking comparatively grown up. She had planned on just trading the years back, but, in a moment of jealousy, she thought of shrinking Audrey’s much more developed chest. She focused on deflating the roundness of her cousin’s breasts, picturing them flatten out somewhat.

Then, she opened her eyes, and for a worried moment, her hands cupped her own immature chest, expecting to find a pair of precocious breasts there. However, there seemed to have been no noticeable change, although she thought there might be a little more puffiness there than was to be expected on such a young girl. She let out a sigh of relief. It seemed that it was impossible to transfer a post-puberty attribute to a pre-puberty body.

Again, she shut her eyes and focused on their bodies. She imagined the years flowing into her and out of Audrey. She thought of her legs lengthening as Audrey’s shortened. She thought of her curves spreading out as Audrey’s narrowed. Maturity, and everything that came with it, passed back to her.

As she concentrated, she became aware of the dress sliding against her skin, seemingly shrinking to fit her body as she grew. The same was true of her shoes, which also felt as  though they were growing relatively smaller around her expanding feet.

The trade continued, until she felt the dress suddenly went from too large, to a perfect fit, to uncomfortably tight around her chest, in a matter of seconds. Her shoes felt similarly vice-like a moment later. Feeling squeezed, she opened her eyes, breaking her focus.

In the mirror, her regular face was reflected back again, but just beneath it, she was shocked to find a distinct line of cleavage pushed up into view by the tight fabric of her dress.

She looked down to discover that her chest had expanded enormously large compared to its regular size, at least two cup sizes bigger than it should normally be. That bonus flesh might have been appreciated if not for the fact that she felt a suffocating pressure on her rib cage from being stuffed inside the now undersized dress. As she reached behind herself to unzip the dress, she thought she heard stitches beneath her arms starting to come loose. The zipper was pressed tight to her skin, but she managed to slide it down to free her chest from the constricting fabric. Then, she slipped her arms out of the top of the dress and let it flop down in front of her. She let out a sigh of relief and breathed easy again with her chest able to move unrestrained once more.

Her reflection was quite a sight now. She was back as a teenager again, only now with a pair of enormous breasts hanging heavily from her bare chest. She thought about giving them a manual examination, but the pain in her tight shoes demanded her attention, first. She bent down to try to pull her feet free of them with her hands, but she nearly fell over in the process. The extra weight up top had considerably thrown off her balance, it seemed. Eventually, she steadied herself enough to grab the heels of her shoes and pry her feet free from them, one after the other.

With that last bit of discomfort relieved, she stood up again and breathed easy for a few moments, before turning her attention back to her absurdly inflated boobs. They hung heavily from her chest, pulling at her shoulders with their surprising weight. Though large, they only drooped a slight bit. She cupped them in her hands, feeling the surplus flesh spill out over her fingers.

“I guess I did borrow some breast size from her,” she surmised. “Only it didn’t show up until I was old enough to have breasts.” It made some sense, or at least as much sense as anything to do with the bracelets. She considered the shoes, then. “I suppose I’m older than normal as well, which would explain why my feet were bigger. Probably affected my breasts as well.”

Caroline let her massive tits hang free again and stepped closer to the mirror to get a better look at her face. Sure enough, she appeared to be at least a year or two older than normal. Her features were a slight bit more angular than they had been, tipping the teenaged balance between child and adult further towards the adult side. It was a subtle change, though, and easy to overlook when a pair of massive distractions were drawing all the attention.

“I should fix this,” she said, but instead of closing her eyes she stared at her chest. Her fingers slid over the contours of those melons, brushing gently past her enlarged nipples. They felt good. “Maybe, I could have a little fun first,” she said. Afterall, she reasoned, she would probably never have another chance to play with a pair of breasts this size.

She wiggled her way out of the dress she was wearing, feeling the pendulous weight on her chest swing side to side as she moved. Then, once she was naked and free, she stepped back to her bed and lay down on it, letting her tit flesh flatten and spread out on her chest. The enjoyment she was feeling from just letting her breasts shift around on their own surprised her. They seemed to move by their own volition now, swinging and rolling where they chose, chasing the pull of gravity without a care for where she wanted them to go.

Despite their disobedience, Caroline felt like showing her breasts a little love. Realizing that their increased size provided her with a fun way to interact with them, she smiled. Then, she gathered them up in her hands and angled her nipples towards her chin. She leaned her head forward and kissed her own nipples one after another. It was not the first time she had placed her lips on her nipples, but it had previously involved contorting her neck in an uncomfortable way. This was much easier.

Soon, she felt a cool wetness below that was begging for her attention. One hand slid down there, combing through the tangle of her regrown pubic hair on its way to her mound. The other hand hugged her breasts close to her mouth to let her lick and suck her own hardening nipples. As her fingers got to work below, she kept up her breast stimulation above, growing increasingly passionate in her self love, building to a climax. Then, it came, and she shuddered through the intense pleasure, feeling the pure enjoyment of her body flood through her mind.

Her arms went limp as residual orgasmic glow radiated through her spent body. Once she had regained some composure, she closed her eyes and focused on making herself the correct age again, passing years from herself back to Audrey’s body. However, between that last bit of magical concentration and the exhaustion from all she had done that night, her tired eyes refused to reopen, and she fell into a dreamless sleep.

***

Caroline’s alarm went off, waking her up. She shut it off and felt ready to doze off for another hour, until she saw the morning light shining from behind the window shades and realized what she had forgotten to fix last night.

Her hands shot to her chest and found that her breasts were still much larger than normal.

“Shit,” she said. She fumbled for her phone to check the time. It was already 8 a.m. “Shit.”

Checking that the bracelet was still on her wrist, she shut her eyes and concentrated on passing her surplus breast size back to Audrey, returning that borrowed potential to the girl.

When she opened her eyes, she saw what she had been dreading. Her breasts had not deflated at all. They were still absurdly big. “6 a.m.” she reminded herself and groaned in frustration. “She’s not wearing the bracelet anymore.”

She typed out a text to Audrey, “Can you please put the bracelet on now?”

After sending it, she got out of bed to search for her pajamas. The pants fit fine, but it was a bit of a squease to put on the top. Her phone buzzed, and she checked Audrey’s message.

“I’m at school,” Audrey wrote. “The bracelet is at home.”

“When will you be back home?” Caroline typed back.

“Not until around 4,” Audrey replied. “Sorry. I didn’t think there was anything wrong. My body felt normal today. What’s the matter?”

“My chest,” Caroline admitted, blushing. “I took some size from you.”

“I see,” Audrey texted back. “You’ll just have to deal with it until 4. Sorry.”

Caroline sighed. “OK,” she replied and set her phone down.

She walked over the mirror to check how noticeable her new chest size was. Again, she sighed. Generally, she looked to be her normal age again, and her breasts had reduced in size with the rest of her as she became younger. However, her chest was still far larger than normal, as if she had replaced oranges with grapefruits.

Caroline checked her calendar and let out yet another sigh. “I have to work today.”

She considered calling in sick, but doing that would mean talking to her parents. She would much rather sneak out of the house without drawing too much attention to herself. No, she had to go to work. She had to go outside like this.

“Shit.”

***

Caroline was getting stares the whole day as she worked her register at the grocery store. Most of the men only glanced at her chest, momentarily, being careful not to be caught ogling a teenager’s breasts. The boys were less subtle. She even spotted one boy elbow his brother and point at her boobs to make sure he did not miss them.

It did not help that she could not comfortably button up the top of her undersized polo shirt, meaning that everyone got a good look at her cleavage. Fortunately, no one besides the customers and other employees had seen her like this.

That morning, she had gotten dressed for work early and had pulled on her baggiest hoodie sweater to hide her body shape while at home. Nevermind that it had been forecast to be a warm day. She had not even tried to put on one of her bras, opting instead to stop at a clothing store on the way to work. After a few tries, moving further along the alphabet of cup sizes each time, she had found a bra that would fit. She had bought it, wincing at the knowledge that it would be used only once, and had worn it on the way to the grocery store.

None of the other employees had said anything. One of the women had mentioned that Caroline looked different somehow.

“I think I put on a little weight,” Caroline had said.

“I wish I was that lucky when I gained weight,” the woman had replied with a wry grin.

Caroline had gotten over blushing after the first hour. Then, she had just been coping with all that extra mass that seemed determined to get in her way. Reaching upwards or to the side meant brushing up against her breasts. Seeing down in front of her required leaning forward, which threw her off balance more than once. It did not take long for her shoulders to start to ache. She kept watching the clock, waiting for her next break, so that she could head to the bathroom and wipe dry her sweaty underboob area. It was also a good chance to give the pair a little relief by freeing them from the bra for a few minutes.

Maybe the worst part of the whole situation was knowing that she had no one to blame but herself for it. Sure, Audrey had provided her with the magic to make this happen, but she had been the one to do it. She had been the one who grew her breasts and then forgot to change them back to normal. The weight of that shame hung from her in the form of two mounds of flesh on her chest.

***

Eight hours later, Caroline was back home again, in her room, waiting for Audrey to signal she was ready. After taking a few minutes to massage her shoulders, Caroline heard her phone buzz.

Audrey had texted, “I have the bracelet on now.”

Caroline shut her eyes and focused on reducing her breasts back to their normal size, giving that potential development back to Audrey. Caroline felt the weight lifting from her. It must have been only a few pounds, but she felt deeply relieved to be rid of it. Once she had a clear picture in mind of her breasts back to their normal proportions, she opened her eyes.

At first Caroline thought she had given away too much. To test it, she removed her shirt and oversized bra and slipped on one of her regular bras to check the fit. She let out a sigh of relief when she felt the bra fit her properly again.

Caroline texted Audrey back, “I’ve fixed it now. Thank you.”

Audrey replied, “Good. Be careful tonight.”

“I will.”

“btw,” Audrey added. “You’ll be babysitting me for the whole weekend, overnight.”

“OK,” Caroline replied. It was a bit depressing to admit to herself that she had no plans to cancel.

In the meantime, there were quite a few hours left before 9 p.m. Caroline wanted to wait until her parents were asleep before playing with the bracelet some more. She set an alarm for 10 p.m. and made plans for going to bed early after dinner to get in a nap.

***

As she lay in bed that night, Caroline turned the bracelet over and over in her fingers, the dim glow of streetlights outside reflecting off the gold. She thought about the implications of the existence of magic. If this was real, what else might be real? Might she encounter a demon or djinn somewhere? Were there real witches and wizards in the world?

Was she a witch now that she had used magic?

“I think I know what my next Halloween costume is going to be.”

Then, Caroline fantasized about the money she was going to make from babysitting Audrey again. She would be able to afford the car she wanted. She might even be able to get an upgrade. She slipped the bracelet on her wrist, to appreciate how her arm looked adorned with gold, and considered buying one like it to wear as a memento of this experience.

Her eyes drooped shut, and she started her nap.

***

Caroline was dreaming. To her surprise, it was a lucid dream, not a common occurrence for her.

She was in the front hall of the mansion where Audrey lived. Only, it was not Audrey’s parents’ mansion. Everything within it was the same, the furniture, the decorations, the carpets, the artwork, all the same. However, Caroline knew that this was her mansion. She owned it; every inch of it was hers.

Caroline proceeded deeper in and ascended the grand staircase up to where she knew her bedroom would be. When she was standing before the closed door to what had been Audrey’s room, she turned the knob and opened the door without bothering to knock. Inside, she found her own bedroom as it was in her old home. Here, though, everything was a little bit nicer. The bed was adorned with elaborate wood carvings. The sheets were a designer brand. All of the furniture was of the same high quality. A quick peek in the closet showed an expensive high fashion wardrobe within. Everything around her was the best that money could buy, luxurious and fashionable, a room fit for a modern queen.

Caroline lay on her bed and spread her arms wide to caress the high thread count bedding. The room was worth a fortune, and it belonged to her, and it could all be thrown out tomorrow and replaced with something even more expensive without even feeling a dent in her limitless wealth. The feeling of that wealth, that power, excited her.

“Excuse me?” a voice said.

Caroline sat up and looked to the door of her luxury bedroom to see Audrey standing there, hesitantly looking inside.

“May I enter?” Audrey asked.

Caroline gave the girl an indulgent smile and nodded.

“Thank you,” Audrey said, her astonished eyes scanning the room.

“Like what you see?” Caroline asked, feeling proud of her possessions.

“It’s amazing,” Audrey replied. “You have some impressive things in here.”

“Thank you.”

“But,” Audrey said. “This should be my room.” She smirked at Caroline. “You know it. I know it.”

“No,” Caroline said, shaking her head, smiling back at the girl. “This is mine. My room, my life, my dream. You don’t get to have anything here. Not a scrap of it.” She stood up, and Audrey took a worried step backwards. “In fact,” Caroline said. “I think I’ll be taking everything else you have right now.”

“Wait,” Audrey said, “Don’t do it.” But, her voice was already sounding squeakier as she shrank smaller. Inches of height and development drained away from Audrey and flowed into Caroline, who felt her body’s curves swell as she stretched taller. A whole foot of height drained away from Audrey, leaving her a skinny, miniature, even more childish version of the girl she had been. She looked increasingly pathetic, being dressed in her ill-fitting clothes, which hung loosely from her now. “No more,” Audrey pleaded in her chipmunk voice. “Think about what you’re doing.”

“Now,” Caroline said, feeling her deeper voice rumble powerfully in her throat, as her clothes struggled to contain her improved body. “Let me have those years.”

“Hold on,” Audrey said, shrinking even more. “This is a mistake,” she squealed as she dropped down into early childhood.

Nothing Audrey said was going to stop this, though. She had no way of stopping it, not here, not in Caroline’s dream, where Caroline controlled everything and Audrey nothing. The years filled Caroline, stretching her limbs longer, piling pounds of muscle and sexy curves onto her expanding frame. Her clothes ripped and tore apart as she outgrew them, setting free the nude splendor of her body as it rose into adulthood.

“Noooo!” wailed Audrey as she descended into infancy, falling into the pile of her own oversized clothes. She kicked and screamed and cried, fighting against her fate, but she was tiny and powerless now, helpless to do anything but screech in her feeble little voice.

Caroline felt the hair on her head brush the ceiling above. She looked down at her enormous nude body, past the swollen mounds of her breasts, the broad width of her hips and ass, down to the torn scraps of her clothes scattered on the floor by her huge feet far below. She felt massive. She felt powerful. She felt…

***

The alarm went off on Caroline’s phone, waking her up.

Half-asleep, she reached over to turn it off, and ended up knocking everything off her bedside table with her elbow. As awareness returned to her, she noticed that her bed seemed strangely smaller now. So small, that her legs were hanging off the foot of the bed, her heels resting on the floor below. In addition to that, she noticed her wrist felt sore.

Caroline reached her hand down to feel around for her phone, which still blared its alarm from the floor. Her fingers found it, but she doubted what she had found at first as it felt wrong to her. The phone seemed strangely small beneath her hand. She gripped it and lifted it up above her. Her eyes focused on it, and she gasped, realizing that it really did look much smaller in her hand. She swiped the alarm off with her other hand.

Caroline sat up, hearing the mattress springs creak painfully beneath her, and saw in the dim light of her room that something was definitely wrong. First off, she was naked. She had lay down for her nap dressed in her pajamas, and they seemed to have disappeared. A quick examination of her nude body revealed that it had changed in shape as well. Once more, she was particularly curvy up top and around the hips, and although she had no way of measuring it in the near darkness, she felt older, more mature. She felt around for her bedside lamp, and after knocking it over once, she clicked it on.

She gasped, her bedroom appeared to have shrunk around her. All the furniture seemed kid-sized now, as if it had been designed for kindergartners. A quick glance at the bed behind her revealed the truth. Her pajamas lay there in a torn and tattered pile, looking as though someone had burst free from them, maybe due to a sudden extreme growth spurt.

“Oh, shit,” she said, her voice sounding deeper. She pulled the sheets and blankets aside to get a clear look at her lower body. As she had intuited, her body looked older, no longer showing any signs of childhood. Looking at the sore spot on her wrist, she found the culprit for her changes, the gold bracelet was wrapped tightly around her arm. She stood up, but ducked before she had reached her full height. Even while ducking, she felt her hair brushing against the relatively lower ceiling of her bedroom. “Oh, shit,” she repeated.

Caroline cleared some space on the floor with her gigantic feet and knelt down in front of the mirror to confirm what had happened. Sure enough there was a giant nude adult version of herself reflected back at her in the mirror. She had to be at least nine feet tall now, having grown older and scaled up in size at the same time.

Again, she turned her attention to the bracelet on her wrist. She tried to move it, but it was stuck in place around the increased width of her arm. She would need to shrink back to normal before she had a chance of removing it without damaging it.

Caroline put her palm on her forehead and asked, “Why did I slip it on before I went to sleep?” As she had been dreaming, she had been concentrating on transforming her body and Audrey’s body. That must have activated the magic by accident. She had dreamed herself into an actual giant. She felt as though she might start to panic, but she calmed herself down, immediately. “Okay,” Caroline said. “This is fine. I’ll just transform back to normal now. No problem.”

Caroline shut her eyes and concentrated on her body and Audrey’s body. She felt almost like she knew what she was doing now, having used the gold bracelet several times already. She imagined a tiny baby Audrey growing back to normal as she herself shrank down to her regular size and age. Once she was confident that she had focused long enough, she opened her eyes.

“Oh, shit!” Caroline said, looking down at herself and then at her reflection. Her body was still gigantic and adult. Nothing had changed. She started to panic.

Again, with her eyes closed, Caroline focused on transforming the two of them back to normal. She waited twice as long as last time. However, when she checked the mirror again, she saw that she had not shrunk at all.

“Why’s it not working now?” she asked her reflection.

Caroline tried again, but the result was the same. A fourth try was no help either.

Seeing herself reflected in the mirror, trapped in the body of a giant woman kneeling on her bedroom floor, Caroline groaned in frustration. “What am I doing wrong?” she asked.

Then, it hit her.

“Audrey!” Caroline said. She remembered the last time Audrey had transformed them, how Audrey had grown as Caroline had shrunk. Caroline had become so small that the silver bracelet had slipped off of her wrist.

“I shrank Audrey when I grew,” Caroline said. “That means she’s tiny now. The silver bracelet must have fallen off her wrist.” She frowned. This was a serious problem. If Audrey was not wearing the other bracelet, then Caroline would not be able to return to normal until Audrey woke up and put it back on… if she could even put it back on.

Caroline checked the clock on her phone. It was not even close to 11, yet.

“She doesn’t wake up until around 6,” Caroline said, realizing that she either had to wake up her cousin now or wait out the night in this giant body.

Caroline tried to unlock her phone, but her huge fingers struggled to operate the comparatively tiny touch screen. After fiddling with it unsuccessfully for a while, she gave up and set the phone down on her bedside table.

“She probably would be too small to answer her phone, anyways. I guess I’ll have to wait until morning,” Caroline said, frowning. Looking back at her bed, she wondered if it would be best to just try lying on the floor instead of trying to sleep half on the bed and half off of it. Either way would be uncomfortable, she realized. “This is going to be a long night.” She groaned and tried to settle in to sleep.

***

Sleeping on the floor proved to be more difficult that Caroline expected. With only a carpet to soften the area beneath her, she struggled to relax. Even the pillow seemed useless, being too small now to give her head much support. Her blankets were too short to cover her whole body, meaning that she either left her feet hanging out to get cold or her upper body started to feel a chill.

Unable to get to sleep Caroline tried to distract herself by comparing her new body to familiar objects in her room. She could easily palm a basketball now. At the very least, if she was stuck like this, she would have a successful career in sports. However, buying shoes might be a problem as her current feet were about twice as long as her shoes. Nothing in her closet or drawers could even come close to fitting her. Maybe a pair of sweatpants might have enough volume to cover her down to the knees, but she would have a hard time sliding her huge feet through them. If this ended up being permanent, she would need an entirely new wardrobe. She had outgrown everything in her old life, completely.

Having gone from worried to curious, boredom took over and, at last, Caroline fell asleep.

***

Caroline’s morning alarm woke her, and she felt a panicked moment of confusion as she did not recognize where she was at first. Her room seemed so much smaller, and she was not used to looking at it from the floor. She located her phone and shut off the alarm with a simple swipe.

“Let’s give it another try,” Caroline said, setting the phone back down. She shut her eyes again and focused on returning her body and Audrey’s body back to normal. To Caroline’s relief, she felt herself begin to shrink. The carpet seemed to spread out beneath her bare skin as she became smaller. She knew she should have been happy, but she felt a bit concerned, instead. Although she was getting the results she wanted, it was unnerving to feel herself diminishing away. Some part of her mind worried that the shrinking might never stop. She put a stop to that thinking and concentrated her mind completely on returning to normal.

Then, when Caroline felt fully like herself again. She opened her eyes and sat up on the floor. She got to her feet and stood up. Happily, this time, she could fit inside her own room. She stepped over to the mirror to examine herself and frowned to see her nude body looking younger again, having lost so much development in turning back to normal. Her body looked right, but it was hardly satisfying to be back in it after what she had just experienced. “Well,” she said. “At least I won’t need to buy a bunch of new clothes.”

Caroline’s phone rang, and she answered it. “Hello?”

“Caroline?” Audrey said. “What happened?”

Caroline sighed. As much as she wanted to hide her mistake, she knew it was best to be honest with Audrey. “I fell asleep with the bracelet on,” Caroline explained. “I must have changed us while I was dreaming.”

She heard Audrey sigh, “That was… bad. I was lucky that the bracelet was still near my arm. I was so small that I don’t know if I could even crawl.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I…” Audrey said, hesitating. “I wet the bed.”

Caroline gasped. “Oh, no!” she said, feeling her stomach fall from her sudden guilt. “I’m so sorry.”

“I must have lost my bladder control when I was a baby,” Audrey said. “What a mess.”

“I’m so sorry,” Caroline said. “It’s all my fault.”

“No,” Audrey said. “It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have trusted you with the bracelet, not when you had never controlled it before.” She sounded mad, but Caroline suspected Audrey was more mad at herself than Caroline.

“What are you going to do?” Caroline asked, concerned about where this conversation was heading.

“I’m going to tell my parents that I had an accident,” Audrey said. “I’m worried that they won’t want to leave me alone now, in case I’ve got some kind of medical condition.”

Realizing that this meant she would not be babysitting this weekend, Caroline said, “Are you sure?”

Audrey sighed again. “I probably can convince them that I’m okay. I could say that I was drinking too much water before bed, maybe. I don’t know. I’m sure I could think of something to make it work. Still…”

“Yes?”

“Maybe this was a bad idea, after all,” Audrey said. “I might have made a mistake involving you in this in the first place.”

“Wait,” Caroline said. All that money that Audrey had promised her seemed to be blowing away right in front of her. “Please, let me make it up to you. I’ll do anything.”

“I don’t know.”

“Anything you want,” Audrey said, regretting the words as soon as she said them.

“Anything?” Audrey asked, sounding intrigued.

Caroline hesitated before giving in. The money, though... “Yes,” she said.

Audrey was silent for a long while. “Okay,” she said. “I’ll make sure that you can babysit me this weekend. But, when you come over, I’m in charge. I get to decide everything we do. Deal?”

“You’ll still pay me the same?”

“Yeah,” Audrey said. “I'll even add on a bonus if you don’t try to back out of it.”

“Alright,” Caroline said. “I’ll do it. It’s a deal. Whatever you want this weekend.”

“Okay,” Audrey said. “I’ll see you Saturday. Bring your old clothes again. You’ll need them.”

“Okay,” Caroline said.

Then, Audrey hung up without saying goodbye.

Caroline stood there holding the phone for a long time, feeling increasingly worried about what she had just agreed to do. Again, she looked in the mirror at her normal body, trying to picture what Audrey might do to it this weekend. She could imagine some bad possibilities, but she knew that Audrey could imagine worse.

“This had better be worth it in the end,” Audrey said, but she suspected that it might not be.