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Mae’s Power
I can tell something’s wrong even before I open my eyes. There’s a warm body in the bed beside me, and despite everything after about 10 PM being a complete fog, I’m almost certain that body is not a guy. I shift carefully so as not to wake her, sliding my legs out from under the blankets to stand up. The heavy, jostling tugging on my skin answers my question before I grip my tits to confirm it. They’re bigger. Much bigger than they were yesterday.
It happened again.
I wasn’t even out of high school when I figured out I was attracted to people regardless of gender. But when the first time I tried sleeping with another girl left me with D-cups and my ex-bestie flat as a plate, I was so traumatized I swore off sex until my last year of college. Even when I finally got the balls to put myself out there again, I stuck exclusively to dudes. I couldn’t have a repeat of The Incident.
I take in the girl in the bed behind me. She’s beautiful, and the sight of her peacefully sleeping face brings back glimpses of last night to my pounding head.
***
“Hey there, gorgeous. Can I buy you a drink?”
It took a moment for me to realize the woman was talking to me. She had dishwater-blonde hair in a pixie cut and was dressed to the nines in a low pink top, white skirt, and denim jacket. What interest could this perfect creature have in a gawky brunette like me?
“Oh! Um… I really shouldn’t.”
During college, I sought out other people like me—people with strange powers and abilities. They said I could learn to control it, and I even managed it once. A woman named Myra was unhappy with her size and volunteered to let me practice on her. But it only worked if I got turned on, and once it did, the inch I meant to take turned into three full cup sizes. I’d never get enough practice to actually control it, so I just had to be super careful. No hooking up with girls, and especially no getting drunk around total baddies.
“Oh, okay…”
The blonde turned away, but she looked so sad and dejected that I decided to make an exception. I wasn’t even drunk; I didn’t have that little control.
“Wait! Don’t go. Just one, though.”
Her smile was dazzling. “I’m Gabby.”
I tried to ignore the heat building in my middle. “Mae.”
***
I smile at the memory. Attention from other girls just hits different. But Gabby rolls over in her sleep, and seeing her now flat chest makes my heart ache. It hadn’t been just one drink, of course. Gabby and I vibed so well and so quickly that we must have spent hours in that noisy bar, buying drinks and swapping stories.
Unable to bear the sight of what I did, I turn away, burying my face in my hands. How could I let this happen? My first time with a girl in almost a decade… someone I really liked! And now I’ve ruined her life, and she’s probably going to ruin mine…
And who could blame her? I stole her big, beautiful breasts! She’ll tell everyone what happened. Word will get back to my few friends. Maybe even my coworkers! I’ll have to quit my job, move to a new city where no one knows me. I pace slowly, running down a list of possible places I might go, making frantic and jumbled pros and cons lists of their costs of living, music scenes, restaurant options…
“Mmm, good morning, gorgeous…”
Ice runs through my veins as I turn to look at her. She’s lying on my bed with the blankets pushed down. Through one of my big sleep shirts, I see the soft dents of her nipples. There’s nothing propping them up but the flat plane of her ribs. My eyes sting as tears start welling up, and I stare at the floor.
Gabby’s out of my bed in a flash, grabbing my arms and crouching to look into my face. “Hey… what’s the matter?”
I can’t look at her. My voice cracks as I say, “I… I’m so sorry…”
The tears fall now, tracing hot streaks down my face before dropping toward the floor. Instead of falling to the carpet, my tears make dark spots on my shirt, their path downward blocked by my enormous tits. I start crying harder—half those tits had been hers last night.
Gabby wraps me up in a hug, stroking my back. “Shh, what are you sorry for?”
My body shakes against her as I’m full-on sobbing now. “I took them all… You were so sexy, and I took them all…”
Gabby pulls back, touching my cheek until I meet her eyes. “That’s what you’re crying about? You don’t remember?”
“–sniff– Huh?”
***
“Wait!” I gasped, pulling back from Gabby’s kiss. “We can’t do this.”
Gabby ran her hands up my sides, brushing her breasts with her wrists. “Why not…?”
I sighed. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
Gabby brushed my hair over one ear. “Try me.”
“Fine… I have this… ability. I can steal boobs.”
“Really?” Gabby grinned, reaching out to squeeze my boobs. “Is that how you got these?”
“Mostly, yeah. But I can’t control it. If we spend the night together, I might end up taking all of yours.”
Gabby ground herself against my leg, groping my tits and trailing wet kisses up my neck. “I think I’ll risk it.”
I pushed her away again. “Gabby, I’m serious! I’m barely keeping it together right now. If you stay, you’ll wake up flat as a board!”
Gabby sat back, her expression serious. “Mae, I really don’t mind. I’ve actually been saving up for a reduction.”
“Wait, what?”
“I’m just sick of it. Sick of the back pain… Of guys hitting on me all the time… You’d be doing me a favor.”
“Really?”
Gabby nodded. “Besides, how long’s it been since you were with another woman?”
“…A long time.”
“If you really want me to go, I’ll go. I had a lot of fun tonight, and I think you’re really great. But we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. But if this power thing is the only thing stopping us…”
I pressed her lips to hers, and we started undoing each other’s clothes.
***
I step back from Gabby, the room seeming to tilt as the memory comes back to me.
“You… wanted me to take them…”
Gabby hugs me again. “I did. If anything, I’m the one who should be apologizing for the back pain you’re gonna have.” She glances down at my ridiculous boobs, wincing.
I smile through my drying tears. “I’ll live. I’m just… I thought you’d hate me.”
“Not a chance, babes.”
Gabby steps back to give me a once-over. “They look better on you, anyway.”
Heat fills my face. I love the way she looks at me. “Heh, thanks.”
“And hey, the best part is, now we can do this again… if you want.”
“Huh?”
Gabby runs her hands down her flat chest. “I mean, it’s not like you can take anymore…”
“I guess that’s true…”
Gabby pats me on the arm. “So, what do you say, brunch? I’m gonna be hungover as fuck in like an hour if I don’t get some food.”
I smile. “I’d like that.”