Goddesses’ Bet

Goddesses’ Bet

Goddesses’ Bet

I

Fulla found Titania lounging on a silk-upholstered divan in one of her favorite sitting rooms. The walls and pillars were gleaming white marble with veins of gold and hung with tapestries and curtains to match. The young goddess wore a long gown in a white even brighter than the room, cinched at her narrow waist with a braided gold belt. Her arms were bare to the shoulders, and the dress’s neckline plunged all the way to her navel, showing off an expanse of flawless bronzed cleavage barely contained by the flowing gown. Titania didn’t see her enter the room—her focus was elsewhere.

“Good morning, Titania.”

Titania’s eyes snapped to her, then drifted down and back upward as she gave the older goddess a once-over. Fulla’s outfit was as hard as Titania’s was soft. Instead of a flowing gown, she was clad in gleaming armor, from golden breastplates to layered scale skirts. Not that Fulla felt inferior to her counterpart in the slightest. Her creamy white legs were on display, from plush, perfectly-turned calves to strong thighs. The bare midriff spanning the gap between her skirt and bikini-like breastplate was flat and well-defined. And between the bronze orbs near to spilling out of Titania’s gown and the pale ones testing the buckles on Fulla’s breastplate, they were a near-match for mammary abundance.

“I’m so bored, Fulls,” Titania said.

“I have asked you not to call me that.”

Titania sighed. “Whatever.”

“Whom are you observing?” Fulla asked. “Some of your acolytes?”

The two goddesses reigned in the realm of fertility, sexuality, and feminine beauty. Fulla represented the power and strength of a womanly form, while her younger counterpart celebrated the joy and delight of healthy breasts. Both had many followers in the modern world, though few knew them by name.

“Not really,” Titania said, “just a couple of mortals making shotgun prayers.”

Fulla quirked a red-gold eyebrow. “Shotgun… prayers…?”

“You know,” Titania said, “all that ‘To anyone up there’ kinda stuff.”

“I see. What is their petition?”

“See for yourself.”

Fulla stepped up to Titania’s chair and laid a hand on her bare shoulder. Her emerald eyes unfocussed like Titania’s sapphires, and they saw two mortal girls. Each knelt beside her bed, elbows on the mattress and fingers clasped tightly.

***

Haley whispered into her empty bedroom, squeezing her eyes shut. “…and I get an A on my math test and that Miss Evans, the librarian, gets better. She has a cold. And especially, please make Mark like me. I’ll do anything; I love him so much…”

Haley was nine years old with wavy white hair just past her shoulders. She wore a wool nightdress that covered her past her feet. Her room had two floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, and three more books were stacked on her bedside table. When she was done praying, she took her glasses off before climbing into bed.

Fulla was intrigued by this mortal. She seemed responsible and studious, the kind of girl with her priorities in the right place. Aside from her childish crush, of course.

In another room, in a house nearby, Taylor’s prayer was not whispered, though she also kept her eyes closed. “…that we’ll beat Elm Grove Academy on Friday, that Savannah will make her free throws for once, and that I don’t fail that stupid math test. Most of all, Mark will like me. He’s just a stupid boy, but I love him so much…”

Taylor was the same age as Haley, with red curls in a messy tangle. She wore shorts and a T-shirt, and her bedroom walls were covered in posters of athletes. She even had a lamp shaped like a basketball on her bedside table.

Titania liked Taylor; she knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to go after it. She was the kind of girl who would make the most of her younger years, making memories with her teammates she’d carry her whole life.

***

Titania drifted back to herself, waiting for Fulla’s reaction.

Fulla said, “They are rather young for declarations of love. Why do you concern yourself with such supplication?”

“I told you,” Titania whined. “I’m bored.”

“It seems they are pining for the same boy. The neighbor with whom they walk to the bus every morning. By the time they come of age, one or the other will have moved on from their puppy love. Likely both.”

Titania rolled onto her back and sat up. “Want to make it interesting?”

Fulla raised that eyebrow again.

“If Taylor ends up with Mark, I win, and if Haley gets him, you win.”

“Gambling? Truly?”

Titania rolled her eyes. “Don’t be such a prude.”

“With what will we wager?”

“Bragging rights?”

Fulla gave her a flat stare.

“Fine, fine,” Titania said, waving her off. “Whoever wins gets all the boob worship for… ten years, twenty?”

Fulla’s lips spread into a firm line. “Put plainly, the winner of the wager shall have sole prominence over the domain of feminine beauty for a generation, from such time as either mortal forms a reciprocal romantic relationship with Mark.”

Titania sighed. “Yes, exactly.”

“I agree to these terms. But no interference.” Fulla wagged a finger at her like a scolding aunt. “Observation only.”

“Of course.” Titania stood and held out a hand, which Fulla shook. “It’s a bet.”

***

The goddesses watched Taylor, Haley, and Mark grow from children into awkward teens. The girls each continued to pine after Mark while he remained painfully oblivious. Over the years, Haley and Taylor had little crushes on other guys, often nothing more than infatuation with one celebrity or another, but they always came back to Mark. The trio spent time together almost every day, so neither young woman could imagine a future without Mark in it. Taylor dreamed of becoming a professional athlete, waving at Mark where he sat in the exclusive box for player’s husbands. Every time Haley read a book with a romance plot, she pictured Mark as the love interest. She had pages in several journals filled with his last name attached to hers.

Every so often, something would almost happen. In their first year of high school, while Taylor was away at training camp, Haley tried to give Mark a surprise kiss, but they were interrupted by his mom. When they were sophomores, Mark asked Taylor for help shooting baskets. Standing behind him to correct his form, Taylor pressed her body against his and was sure he’d respond, but half the boy’s basketball team decided to use the court at that precise moment.

Titania and Fulla thought the time had finally come near the end of senior year. The girls were sick of waiting for Mark to ask them to prom. Haley knocked on his door first and was greeted by his mom.

“Haley? You girls never use the front door…”

“Hello, Carrie,” Haley said, “I wanted to talk to you, actually.”

“Oh my, sounds serious. Why don’t you come in?”

Too nervous to sit, Haley paced in the kitchen while Mark’s mom filled two glasses of iced tea.

“I promise I won’t bite, Haley. Just tell me what’s on your mind.”

“Alright, well… it’s, um, about prom…”

“No. Fucking. Way!”

“Taylor!” Carrie cried, “Language.”

“Sorry,” Taylor mumbled. Then, to Haley, she added, “Are you really ‘bout to ask Mark to prom?”

Haley nodded.

“I was gonna ask him!”

“What‽ I didn’t even know you liked him!”

“Only since, like, sixth grade… I thought you knew!”

“Well, I’ve liked him at least that long; I told you I did!”

“You totally did not!”

“Well… I thought I had…” Haley said, trailing off.

“Oh, girls,” Carrie said, “I hate to be the one to tell you this, but Mark already has a date for prom.”

“What! Who?”

“Her name is Anna; her parents live over in McDoel Meadows.”

Haley and Taylor hung their heads in a way that broke Carrie’s heart.

“Did I not predict this outcome?” Fulla said.

“Shut up.”

Carrie said, “I’m sure two pretty girls like you can find someone to take you…”

Getting no response to that, she added, “Or you could always go together as friends—that’s what I did when I was your age.”

“Yeah, maybe…” Taylor mumbled.

“Thanks for telling us, Carrie.”

Mark’s mom opened her arms, pulling both girls into a hug.

Haley and Taylor went to prom together, which had the unintended consequence of giving Mark the wrong idea. He wanted to ask them about it but couldn’t find the right words. And so high school ended, and the trio made plans for college; they all got into the same school a few hours from home.

II

“Mine!” Taylor shouted to her new teammates as the ball soared toward her. She clapped her hands together and bumped the ball. It flew in a perfect arc to her left, where Shantel, a junior, leaped up to spike it over the net.

The ball hit the gym floor with a loud smack, and the buzzer sounded, signaling the end of the game. Taylor felt a brief pang of jealousy but reminded herself that Shantel couldn’t have spiked the ball without her assist. And besides, they won! She’d won her first game as a college athlete. Going from a high school superstar to a college freshman hadn’t been easy.

Taylor was five-four, technically above average height for a woman but definitely below average for a volleyball player. She’d tamed her red curls into a pixie cut, which often made people underestimate her. She knew she was hot in her own way; she never struggled with her weight, and her body was all lean muscle. Her face had hints of a heart shape, with good lines in her cheeks and jaw. Yet, as she watched Shantel high-five her other teammates, Taylor couldn’t help but wish that she’d been a little more blessed in the curves department. Shantel was a gorgeous black woman, five-ten with a round bubble butt and a healthy pair of E-cups that not even a jersey and doubled-up sports bras could hide.

Taylor had a natural talent for sports despite her height, and she maintained borderline obsessive workout routines to push herself to be even better. She’d spent all four years of high school showing up other girls and even some of the boys in every sport she played. But at college, she wasn’t special. Every girl on her team was both talented and hard-working. She was starting over at the bottom. As her mom said, no doubt believing she was being helpful, Taylor wasn’t a big fish in a small pond anymore.

The team high-fived, and a few tapped asses in congratulations. Then, they lined up to shake hands with their opponents. Shantel caught Taylor’s eye and said, “Nice one, girl. I played Libero in high school, but you’re way better at it than me.”

“Thanks,” Taylor said, forcing a smile. She knew Libero was the ‘workhorse’ position, essential for a forward like Shantel to make plays. Yet she couldn’t help wishing it was her making flashy plays instead of just playing support.

As she shook hands with the girls on the other team, Taylor thought, “I bet if I made some game-winning spikes (and had great big boobs), Mark would pull his head out of his ass…”

***

Haley refreshed the test results website for the dozenth time. She pulled the strands of hair from her mouth and slid a few fresh ones in, chewing nervously. She’d spent high school eagerly anticipating getting to college—finding more people like herself who actually tried in class. Four years of getting scowled at when she answered a teacher’s question, stuffed in lockers when she got perfect test scores, and eating lunch in the school library. Well, the lunch thing didn’t happen every day. If it hadn’t been for Mark and Taylor, Haley might have gone through all four years of high school without any real friends.

College students turned out to be only slightly less cliquey than high school, but Haley still managed to find a few of her people. People who did their homework early and whose textbooks were stuffed with sticky notes. Unfortunately, this also meant Haley had legitimate academic competition for the first time. They were barely a month into the semester, and Haley already met a guy who did the NYT crossword every day and a girl who’d started her own software company before graduating high school.

The test results page finally changed as Haley compulsively refreshed. She’d scored 97.5%, 11th place in a class of almost 150. It was a perfectly respectable grade, but Haley seethed. The reason for her frustration was the name in the number one slot.

Kennedy was the perfect student. With billionaire parents—or at least millionaires—she’d had the best tutors since she was four years old. The only reason she was at a State school was because her parents wanted her to “come out of her shell” and have a “normal” college experience. As if that wasn’t bad enough, she was also gorgeous. Jet-black hair hung like silk curtains past her shoulder blades. Her skin was smooth and clear in a way that only happens with perfect genetics or years of expensive laser treatments. Or, in Kennedy’s case, both. She stood half a head taller than Haley at five-ten and could probably hold her own against Taylor with that extra height if she ever played sports. She’d had personal trainers to go along with the tutors and had not an ounce of spare fat on her body apart from a pert round bottom and a pair of D-cups that looked massive on her skinny frame. She’d been accepted into the cheerleading squad without an audition, and Haley heard that the only reason Kennedy wasn’t made captain on her first day was because the current captain and her cadre convinced the coach it was against the rules to have a freshman captain.

Kennedy was not one of Haley’s people. Yes, the people she’d connected with and compared herself to all had naturally high intelligence and a drive for academic success. But Kennedy had so much nepotistic advantage that Haley felt it was profoundly unjust that she existed at all, let alone that the “Privilege Princess” was at her school humiliating them all instead of attending somewhere like MIT or CalTech.

Some of her friends said she was just as pretty as Kennedy, but Haley didn’t believe them. She’d been taller than Taylor since middle school and wore her white hair in a single thick braid that reached almost to her waist. But where Kennedy possessed flawless curves, Haley was simply skinny. She’d needed glasses since middle school, but nobody teased her for them anymore—most said the oversized half-wire frames were super cute.

None of this stopped Haley from fuming in the study hall, despising Kennedy. “I bet if I had private tutors and the top grade spot (and perfect breasts), Mark would see me as more than a friend…”

***

Mark was reviewing his lecture notes when his roommate got back to their dorm room.

“Man, are you studying?” Chet asked. “It’s only our first week of classes.”

“I’m just getting a head start so I don’t fall behind.”

Chet scoffed. “These are hundred-level classes; they’re easy as fuck.”

Anxiety flared in Mark’s chest; he was already feeling overwhelmed by the material. “Well, I’ve got chem with Doctor Pierce; everyone says he’s really tough.”

“Oof, yeah. I’ve heard that.” Chet grimaced. “Sucks to be you. Who do you have for lab?”

Flipping through his notes, Mark found his chemistry syllabus. “Professor Sinclair.”

Chet rocked back on his heels and let out a low whistle. “Dude, nice! I heard she’s smokin’ hot.”

“Uh, cool,” he said with a shrug.

“Anyway,” Chet said, collapsing into his desk chair, “you missed the girls’ volleyball game. This school’s got some major babes.”

“My friend is on the team,” Mark said, “I was gonna go, but I had to meet with my advisor.”

Chet kept talking as if he hadn’t spoken. “…way better than the girls at my high school. I’m gonna pull so much tail in college. These are real women, you know?” He held both hands in front of his torso as if cupping a pair of breasts.

Mark mumbled noncommittally, but Chet must have noticed the look of discomfort on his face. “Sorry, are you…” He paused as if searching for more polite words. “Do you like girls?”

“What? I mean, yeah, of course I do. It’s just… I don’t know. It’s not my top priority right now. I’m not really into casual stuff, you know?” Mark almost shuddered, imagining what his mother would say if he treated women the way Chet apparently did.

Chet shrugged. “Fair enough. Are you at least coming to the party tomorrow night? I hear the Gamma-Delts throw some real bangers.”

“Maybe,” Mark said, “I’ll see if my friends want to go.” He knew Taylor would definitely be up for a party, and maybe they could talk Haley into coming. He wasn’t much of a partier, but Haley would live in a library if she could.

Goddesses’ Bet

III

Mark walked with Haley and Taylor along the quadrangle separating the dorm buildings from Greek Row. Haley was hugging herself with both arms, swiveling her head this way and that as she watched for imagined predators. “Are you guys sure this is a good idea?”

“Come on, Haley,” Taylor said. “This is gonna be fun! It’s our first real college party.”

“That may be true, but we won’t know anyone there.”

“We know each other, duh! Plus, Mark’s roommate. He’s the one who invited us, right?”

Mark suspected Chet’s mention of the party was more of a jab than an actual invitation. “Yeah… kinda. We’re still getting to know each other.”

He glanced at Haley, who was staring at him with wide eyes. He smiled in a way he hoped was reassuring. “It’s important to try new things, right?”

“But what if those new things are dangerous?”

Taylor scoffed. “What’s gonna happen at a frat party?”

“I don’t know!” Haley squeaked. “We could get hazed… or they’ll make us go naked streaking! You don’t know.” She stomped the next few steps along the sidewalk.

Taylor sighed, rolling her eyes. “We just gotta stick together, and we’ll be fine. That kinda stuff only happens in movies, and it’s for guys pledging the frats anyway. Do you think some guy’s gonna make you do anything you don’t wanna do with me standing right there?” She paused for almost two entire seconds. “…And Mark?”

Ignoring the slight to his physical capabilities, Mark bumped Haley with his shoulder. “See? It’ll be fun, I promise.”

Haley loosened her grip around herself, standing up a little straighter. “If you say so…”

***

The fraternity house was an old limestone mansion. A pair of guys stood by the door wearing hoodies with Greek letters matching the ones on the building.

“Welcome! Snacks are to your left. Bathroom’s at the end of the hall. Pool and darts are down in the basement.”

Mark and Taylor entered the frat house with Haley trailing behind.

“See, this isn’t so scary,” Mark said over his shoulder, “They don’t even have beer tonight.”

“Really?” Haley asked.

Mark shook his head. “It’s their ‘dry’ night. Chet says it’s to keep up appearances with the administration.”

“Beer is gross anyway,” Taylor said, leading the way to the dining room. “Let’s get some food, I’m starving!”

They found a room set up with a bunch of folding tables and chairs; a few dozen students sat with paper plates, filling the room with a clatter of conversation. Taylor led them to a set of snack tables at the end of the room, where they each filled a plate.

They found a table that was empty save for a girl Taylor recognized and another guy in a Gamma-Delta shirt. After a quick round of introductions, everyone dug in. The girl was another volleyball player and her boyfriend.

“You guys all freshmen?” He asked.

They nodded. The conversation went the typical rounds: where was everyone from, what were their majors, and had anyone seen the hot new streaming series? Taylor and her teammate talked about the game they’d won a few days earlier, leaving Mark and Haley to talk to her boyfriend.

“You play any sports?” He asked Mark.

Mark shook his head. “I like watching sometimes, but it’s kinda boring on TV.”

“He’d rather spend his time playing games,” Haley said.

His face lit up at that. “What kinda stuff do you play?”

“Different things,” Mark said, “RPGs, town sims… some of the Final Fantasies.”

“You ever COD?”

Mark shook his head. “I’m pretty bad at shooters.”

“You should come play here sometime; we’ve got a sweet setup with the projector downstairs.”

Mark made a noncommittal noise. Chet had warned him that most of the brothers would try to recruit him to the fraternity, and that sounded like even more of a distraction than dating. Haley’s worries about hazing didn’t help.

The basement was much more crowded than upstairs, and the girls were quickly overwhelmed by the taller guys packed into the space. Looking up at him, Taylor asked, “Can you see an open table anywhere?”

Mark spotted a high table, and Taylor pushed through the crowd until they reached it. Leaving the girls to guard the table, Mark navigated the crowded room to fetch another round of drinks. As he shook the ice water from some soda cans, a hand clapped Mark’s shoulder from behind. “Bro! You made it!”

It was Chet, of course. “Finally managed to tear yourself away from the books?”

Mark scowled at him, “Just because I value my education doesn’t mean I don’t know how to have fun.”

Chet held his palms out. “Come on, man, I’m just messing with you.” He tapped Mark playfully on the arm, “Lighten up, would ya?”

Chet’s attitude was really starting to get on Mark’s nerves. But he knew they’d have to share a space for the whole rest of the year, so he should try to get along. “This is a pretty cool party.”

“I know, right? I hear the real parties are better, but I’d rather not have to dodge campus cops on my way home.”

Mark didn’t plan on drinking until he turned twenty-one, campus police or not, but he said nothing.

“Anyway,” Chet continued, “I’m in line for a pool table; you want in?”

“Let’s see if my friends want to play.”

Chet followed Mark back to the table where the girls waited. Mark introduced everybody, and Chet’s grin widened as he shook hands with the girls. “I recognize you,” he said to Taylor. “You’re on the volleyball team, right?”

Taylor returned his grin with a smug smirk. “Yep!”

“Sweet, you can be on my team; we’ll smoke these two.”

Haley stared wide-eyed at Mark. Taylor said, “What are we playing?”

Chet gestured at the pool tables. Haley leaned close to Mark’s ear and said, “I’ve never played pool before…”

Unsurprisingly, Chet and Taylor won two games without breaking a sweat. Mark was almost as inexperienced as Haley, and her longer reach couldn’t compensate for Taylor’s athletic prowess, even though Chet scored the most. The party was getting even more rowdy by the time they finished the game. Mark saw Haley clinging to Taylor’s arm, so he told Chet, “We’re gonna head out. See you back at the dorm.”

Chet gave him a wink that Mark didn’t understand, and the trio left.

***

Mark was playing a game when Chet got back just after midnight.

“You missed out, man.”

“Hmm?”

“That girl Kennedy showed up after you left and brought some of her friends. I think she’s dating Justin.”

“Who’s Justin?”

“You didn’t meet Justin? He’s president of the Gamma-Delts and a senior. I’m surprised he’d go for a freshman, but I can’t say I blame him. She’s a total smoke show.”

Mark had no response to that.

“So, what’s up with your friends? You hittin’ one of those?”

“Huh?”

“The girls you brought to the party, which one’s yours?”

“Mine?”

Chet threw up his hands. “All that studying’s not gonna help if you’re really this dense. Are you going out with Taylor or Haley?”

Mark paused his game and rolled back in his chair. “What? No… they’re my best friends.”

Chet’s face fell. “Aww, man… friendzoned, huh? Condolences, my dude.”

“No, no, it’s not like that. We’ve been hanging out since we were little kids. It’d be like dating my sister.”

“Hot.”

“Gross! Knock it off, dude!”

Chet held up his hands. “Sorry, sorry. You sure you’re not gay, though? It’s totally cool if you are…”

“I already told you I’m not!” The question shook a thought loose in Mark’s head. Obviously, Taylor and Haley weren’t interested in him, but were they interested in guys at all? He’d never asked after they went to prom together, and it seemed way too awkward to ask about it now.

“Whatever, dude. You’re totally missing out, then. I doubt you could handle Taylor, but the nerdy one seems like just your type.”

Mark ignored Chet and resumed his game.

IV

Titania put a palm to her forehead. “How oblivious can this dude be?”

Fulla looked up from a gilt-edged book. “Hmm?”

“It’s been ten years, and Mark still has no idea our girls are into him.”

“Patience is a virtue, Titania.”

Titania scoffed. “There’s patience, and there’s watching two poor girls thirst after a moron for over a decade.”

“Perhaps the time has come to abandon this wager.”

“Ha! Nice try. I say it’s time to give Mark a little nudge.”

Fulla’s eyes widened. “Interference is forbidden.”

“Don’t be so dramatic. I know we can’t make him choose. But there’s gotta be some way we can… help him along…”

Returning to her book, Fulla said, “If you are caught cheating, you will forfeit the wager.”

Titania rolled her eyes dramatically and went back to watching Mark’s life. She didn’t see a slight, knowing smirk play across Fulla’s lips.

***

“The first rule of the chemistry lab,” Professor Sinclair said, “Is safety. We have gloves, safety glasses, and there are fume hoods along the wall there for when we work with noxious or otherwise dangerous fumes.”

Mark struggled to focus on what the professor was saying. Julianna Sinclair was incredibly beautiful. She had to be at least six feet tall, and almost half of that was just her legs. Her white lab coat reached just past her very short skirt, showing off nylon-clad pillars of smooth, toned skin that seemed to go on for miles. The coat was unbuttoned—Mark wondered if the buttons would even close. She had a pale pink shirt tucked into her skirt, with a long line of tiny buttons running from a waist so small Mark thought he could encircle it with just his hands and up over the crest of the biggest breasts he’d ever seen.

Mark bounced between arousal and disgust. What would his mother say? Mark had never hit on a girl, never objectified women in movies, and definitely never looked for inappropriate content on the internet. Yet, here in his chem lab, at almost twenty years old, something was awakening inside him.

Mark’s hand shook as he measured powder into a glass beaker. A shadow fell over the lab bench, and an angel’s voice said, “The flame on your Bunsen burner is a little high,” Julianna glanced at her clipboard. “Mark.”

His lab partner reached over to twist the dial down, but Mark couldn’t tear his eyes off the Professor. Dark golden hair with near-white highlights cascaded down her shoulders in loose waves. Her lips were full and pink, and the contours of her cheeks, her jaw, her nose… If Mark had ever seen Fulla or Titania, he would say his lab professor was more beautiful than the goddesses. He would be exaggerating, but not by much.

“T-thank you, Professor.” Up close, her chest seemed even larger. Bigger than basketballs, they hovered over the lab desk, inches away from the equipment set up there. But Julianna moved with ease, perfectly aware of the space her body occupied. She gave him a faintly patronizing smile, and Mark felt his cheeks grow hot. How could a woman be so gorgeous? Hormones raged through his body—he had a desperate urge to feel Professor Sinclair’s body against his. Mark watched her walk to the next lab station, hips swaying in her long white coat and impossibly huge breasts quaking with each step. Even the sound of her high-heeled shoes clicking on the linoleum turned him on.

“You’re staring,” Mark’s lab partner whispered flatly.

He shook himself, still blushing furiously. “Sorry, I’m not… I don’t…”

“Whatever, dude,” she said, “Just finish measuring that sodium.”

Shame washed over Mark. He’d been ogling a woman like some kind of Neanderthal. This wasn’t how he was raised. The Professor’s boobs had him so blind he hadn’t even learned his lab partner’s name!

Still… Professor Sinclair really did have amazing boobs…

Lying on her side in a thread-of-gold divan, Fulla ran a finger along the open vee of her golden breastplate. The skin of her breast tingled under her touch, and she smiled to herself.

“At long last,” the goddess whispered.

***

Mark sat at his desk, transcribing his notes from the chemistry lab into a report. His lab partner had done all the math; all he had to do was write everything up in passive voice. But his mind kept wandering to the sexy lab professor. He’d type up a few words before the lines and curves of her body flooded his mind. Especially those boobs… Full and round and perky and so, so huge… Mark shifted in his chair as his body reacted to the memory. He shook the mental image away and typed a few more words. He had to have this report emailed tonight.

Titania watched Mark study, a line creasing her perfect brow. “He’s thinking about her again…”

“Thinking about whom?” Fulla asked.

“That bimbo professor, obviously.”

Fulla shrugged. “A natural reaction. She is quite beautiful, is she not?”

Titania’s eyes narrowed. “Maybe a little too beautiful. What’s a mortal with a body like that doing teaching chemistry to undergrads?”

“Are you suggesting a woman cannot be both beautiful and intelligent?”

“That’s not what I mean. She’s obviously capable. But where did she even come from?”

“She is a perfectly normal human if that’s what you’re asking.”

“With tits the size of basketballs?”

Titania saw Fulla glance at the white marble floor; cheeks reddened ever so slightly. Fulla said, “Every mortal is unique—some are uncommonly attractive.”

“Bullshit. What are you not telling me?”

“Mind your language, Titania.” Fulla sighed. “Fine. Julianna was the subject of a similar wager in her youth. Aphrodite believed she would marry and start a family, giving up her career in education. I bet against her, and over the seven years of Julianna’s education, Aphrodite made her more and more beautiful in the hope that she would attract a partner worthy to distract her from her dream.”

Titania gaped. “What happened to non-interference?”

“She never intervened directly in her life,” Fulla said, back straightening defensively. “I protested, of course, but, in her words, Aphrodite simply gave Julianna’s natural genetics ’a little nudge.’”

“So, what happened?”

Fulla’s grin was as close to smug as Titania had ever seen. “Nothing happened. Aphrodite underestimated Julianna’s strength of character and lost the bet.”

Titania had wondered how her uptight friend had more divine power than an Olympian but wasn’t about to give Fulla the satisfaction of saying so. “And then… you just left her like that?”

“Well, we couldn’t very well revert her. That truly would be interfering. In truth, I expected her beauty to diminish as she aged, but she has maintained herself surprisingly well.”

“Well, good for her, I guess.”

Fulla went back to her reading while Titania turned her attention to Taylor. The redhead was going through her evening routine, brushing her teeth and washing her face. Titania watched the threads of life woven through the girl, connecting the parts of her body and soul and spreading out to others. Gossamer strands led to teachers and classmates, thicker ones toward her family, and two bold, bright cords connected her to her friends, Haley and Mark. Titania found the threads of Taylor’s beauty, her physical attributes, and made a few soft, deliberate tugs.

Goddesses’ Bet

V

Taylor woke up feeling… off. Her muscles ached from the previous day’s practice, but that was nothing new. She climbed out of bed and got dressed. Her chest ached more than the rest of her, but she chalked it up to the extra set of reps she’d done on the butterfly. The truly unusual thing about the aches in her body was that they weren’t painful, not precisely. Taylor had worked out nearly every day since her sophomore year of high school. She was no stranger to the aches and pains of pushing herself past her limits. But this ache, all over her body but centered mostly in her pectorals, felt strangely… good?

She shrugged it off, stuffing fresh gym clothes into her bag, and finished getting dressed. Taylor always wore a sports bra during the day. Not because she needed the support but simply to reduce the chances of her shirts chafing, especially team jerseys. She also had no desire to give anyone a free show with an accidental “see-through.” That morning, however, the stretchy sports bra compressed actual flesh. Not a lot, nothing like an entire handful, but almost half an inch of extra circumference she hadn’t the day before. With a loose tee shirt over her sports bra, Taylor’s torso looked no different, but when she absently ran an arm across her chest to relieve the itchy ache she felt, Titania grinned.

“A good start,” the goddess murmured.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.” 

A week passed, and when Taylor went to sleep every night, Titania tweaked the adjustments to her threads. After years of waiting, she impatiently urged Taylor’s body to change faster, careful not to overdo it and get Fulla pissed off at her. One evening, while Haley was helping Taylor and Mark study for an upcoming test, someone finally noticed.

“This is basic mitosis,” Haley said, “Didn’t you guys learn this in high school?”

Taylor shrugged, the motion causing a slight jiggle in her sports bra and tank top that Haley was certain hadn’t been there before. “If I did, I don’t remember.”

Haley sighed, glancing at Mark. His face was red, and he was staring down at his textbook intently. “Well?” She asked.

“Hmm, what?”

“Do you remember mitosis from high school?”

“Oh, um…” Mark shook his head.

Haley sighed again, pushing her braid behind her shoulder. “Alright, well, it starts with prophase, when the chromosomes condense…”

As she lectured, Haley watched Mark. She wondered if he was getting sick; he looked like he might have a fever. But when he didn’t know she was watching, Mark kept stealing glances at Taylor’s chest. She kept her voice neutral, maintaining an impassive tone she’d heard countless teachers use, but inside, her blood boiled. Taylor was her best friend, and she’d always worried she would lose her friend if… when she and Mark got married. But now, it looked like Taylor was leaving her behind. When Mark excused himself to use the restroom, she confronted her friend.

“What’s going on with you?”

“What do you mean?” Taylor asked, sounding legitimately confused.

Haley pointed at Taylor’s chest, “Where did those come from?”

Taylor looked down, then reached up to grope one breast. They were still small, barely enough to fill her hand. “Oh wow… they’re really swollen.”

Haley gaped. “How did you not notice you have breasts‽”

“Um… I’ve had breasts since middle school.”

“You know what I mean! You were flat a week ago. We’ve always been flat, that bitty committee or whatever you used to say.”

“They have been kinda sore lately… maybe it’s my period.”

“Your menstrual cycle can’t account for that much swelling, Taylor.”

Taylor blushed, staring at the table. “Do they look weird?”

Haley sighed again. “No, they look really nice. I’m sorry I yelled at you. But maybe you should put a different shirt on; I think you’re distracting Mark while we’re supposed to be studying.”

Taylor’s blush deepened, and a pleased smile spread across her face. Haley was about to berate her further when she grabbed an oversized shirt from a pile on a nearby chair.

When Taylor pulled her tank top over her head to put a bigger one on, Haley caught a flash of her breasts in a sports bra. They were full and round like plums, and Haley had to shake off a wave of oil-black jealousy.

***

Titania’s adjustment to Taylor’s biology did not go unnoticed by Fulla, naturally. She’d anticipated this reaction from the impulsive goddess. The ideals of beauty and human attraction changed over the generations, but Fulla had seen tastes return to a healthy pair of breasts time and again. No matter how far fashion trended to the slim and diminutive or how wealthy and powerful the class that embraced such tastes, the primal desire for safe childbirth and the ability to nourish their potential young was rooted deep in the human psyche.

In truth, Fulla had hoped her younger counterpart would take this bait. She knew that if she herself affected Haley’s body the way Titania had done to Taylor’s, the other goddess would overreact, likely causing problems for both of them. But because Titania had made the first move, Fulla was free to ’react’ in kind. She’d resisted the temptation to intervene in her bet over Julianna, but there hadn’t really been any options available that she could justify. Mark, however, was not Julianna Sinclair. He was a good man, caring and selfless, if woefully naive. If Fulla sat back and let Titania inflate Taylor to even half the size Aphrodite had given Julianna, the boy would pick Titania’s Favored and never look back at petite, bookish Haley.

Fulla’s power had diminished to almost nothing before her bet with Aphrodite. Winning half of the elder goddess’ acolytes was the only reason she could stand as an equal beside her younger counterpart in this era of sexual liberation. If Titania took her portion of breast worship for even a generation, she might fade into total obscurity. Titania was young and strong; she’d bounce back after Fulla’s time of dominance was ended. Fulla could not lose this bet.

Unfortunately, Titania’s ‘encouragement’ had already given Taylor as much of a boost as Fulla had intended to give Haley. It seemed they were past the point of half-measures.

She would simply have to make sure that Haley caught up.

A few days later, while Haley was showering, rubbing soap across her chest, she felt two unfamiliar lumps on her ribs. She gasped, choking on the water that streamed into her mouth. She touched herself again, and the evidence was irrefutable. She was growing breasts just like Taylor had! Haley knew she should be worried or concerned, but she ran her fingers over them curiously. She felt the soft divot where the flesh rose from her chest, felt the springy elasticity as she poked first one and then the other. When she saw her nipples swell and elongate, she gave them an experimental pinch. The jolt of pleasure that ran through her chest and down between her legs made her knees buckle. She stood there playing with them until the water started to get cold, then finally dried off and started to get dressed.

Haley pulled on her panties and skirt, but when she slipped on a camisole to go under her sweater, she realized why Taylor wore a sports bra all the time. She was used to the small annoyance of satiny fabric rubbing against her nipples, but with them sticking out almost a full inch, the effect was much worse. She made a plan to walk over to one of the boutiques near campus between her first and second classes. She didn’t own any bras—she’d never needed them before. As she walked to class, Haley realized she was grinning like an idiot and forced her cheeks to relax.

That evening, she and Mark watched Taylor’s volleyball game. She had trouble staying interested in sports at the best of times, and today, her stomach was full of butterflies. She watched Mark watching Taylor, whose jersey now had a little extra roundness than it used to. The numbers printed on the front were ever-so-slightly distorted. But then Mark would catch Haley looking at him. His cheeks would grow red as if he knew she knew just where he was looking. The best part, though, was the briefest of glances he made downward before turning his eyes back to the game. Instead of one of her usual sweaters, Haley wore a long-sleeved tee and had confirmed her new bra made tiny bumps in the shirt. She knew her budding breasts were still woefully small, but now that she finally had them, she secretly hoped they would get as big as Taylor’s. Hopefully, even larger.

***

Taylor watched with annoyance over the following weeks as Haley caught up to her. Haley was bigger for almost a week before she passed her up again. They went back and forth like this until Taylor stopped checking. By the time they were studying for midterms, they were both so busty it was impossible to tell who was bigger just by looking.

They were sitting together in her room when Taylor saw Haley picking at her bra strap through her sweater for the third time.

“You alright over there?” She asked.

“I’m fine. It’s just pinching a little.”

Unable to resist, Taylor asked, “What size are yours up to now?”

“This one’s an E, but I probably need to get sized again.”

“You could try wearing sports bras. Mine are stretchy enough I can skip every other letter.” Arcing her back smugly, she added, “This is the only clean F I have, but one of my D’s should fit you.”

Haley scowled at her. “No thanks. I don’t need your hand-me-downs.”

Taylor grinned wickedly. “What’s a’ matter? I’m sure your little things will get big and womanly like mine in no time!”

She reached over to grab Haley’s breasts with both hands, probing and kneading. Haley squeaked but didn’t pull away. “Woah,” Taylor said, “These feel totally different from mine… Maybe I should give normal bras a try.”

“T-Taylor…”

She looked up from Haley’s sweater-clad chest to see her friend’s cheeks pink and her eyes pleading.

At that exact moment, the door swung open, flooding the dimly lit room with the bright fluorescents from the hallway. Mark’s silhouette froze, and he spun around to face away from them. “S-sorry…” He darted back out the door, slamming it closed behind him.

Taylor slowly turned back to Haley. Her eyes were wide with shock. It took several seconds for Taylor to realize she was still clutching her friend’s boobs. She let Haley go, unable to stop a chuckle from escaping her lips. Haley snorted, and then they were both rolled back on the couch, laughing uncontrollably.

Eventually wiping tears from her eyes, Taylor rose to open the door. “Come on, weirdo. Let’s get this movie going.”

“Are, um, I mean… Are you…”

Taylor rolled her eyes and dragged him in by the arm, pushing him onto the middle of the couch where he could sit between them.

Titania pressed her palm to her forehead. This still wasn’t working. Fulla might be pissed, but she had to push Taylor even more.

Goddesses’ Bet

VI

Haley hid in the library. If anyone accused her of hiding, she would vehemently deny it, but that was exactly what she was doing. Gripping a book with one hand, her eyes followed the words on the page. Some part of her brain converted the letters into words, but she’d stopped actually reading… again. Silently rebuking herself, Haley forced her other hand back onto the book, starting the page over. After a few lines, however, her hand drifted back to her chest.

The autumn chill was in full effect, and Haley wore one of her favorite sweaters. Pale blue and cable-knit, it had once been almost baggy. Now, the sweater stood out from her chest, projected forward by a substantial pair of breasts. They’d gotten so big that Haley couldn’t even read without seeing two round hills of pale blue wool in the lower half of her vision. Her hand drifted slowly upward, gently squeezing the new, unfamiliar flesh beneath her sweater. The breast in her hand was springy and firm, distorting effortlessly in her grip, then bouncing back to a perfectly round shape when she released it.

Haley let out a soft, frustrated sound, moving her hand from her breast back to the book and starting the page over yet again. She really needed to get this distraction under control. It wasn’t as bad when she was doing homework or assigned reading for class. Deadlines made it easier to stay focused on the material instead of groping herself. But she was caught up on all her assignments. The only classwork she had still pending was a group project, and she’d already done as much as she could until the rest of the group did their respective parts.

So, she was reading a novel. Or trying to—between daydreams about her breasts. It was a fantasy romance, which wasn’t helping. She hadn’t even gotten to the spicy part of the book, but every time the love interests shared playful banter or not-so-innocent little touches, Haley thought about Mark and started feeling herself up.

She now wore a G-cup bra. After being so flat she didn’t need a bra, she’d grown to 32G in just over two months. As her eyes followed the letters on the page, she replayed her most recent conversation with the lady at the clothing boutique.

“Thirty-nine inches. Just a hair over, in fact. That means you’re up to a G-cup now.”

“Really?” Haley asked. She was overwhelmed and a little scared, but the only emotion in her tone was excitement.

“Yep!” The woman said. “And with your band size, there’s not a lot we have in stock. If you get much bigger, we’ll have to start custom ordering them for you.”

The memory sent a fresh thrill down Haley’s spine. She squeezed her breast a little harder, silently praising them. That’s it, girls, she thought, keep growing nice and big so Mark will finally notice me…

“Hi…” Kennedy’s voice shattered Haely’s daydream, and she stiffened, moving her hand back to the book.

“Hi!” She said reflexively.

“Whatcha doin?” Even in a whisper, Kennedy’s question held suspicion, the second word drawn out knowingly.

“R-reading!” Haley stammered.

“I can see that, you nerd,” She said. “We have a meeting for that group project in five minutes. Are you coming, or are you too busy… reading?”

Haley scowled up at the Trust Fund Princess. She grabbed the index card that was supposed to hold notes on the book but had nothing written on it except the title. Stuffing it between the pages to mark her place, Haley shoved the book into her bag and followed Kennedy out of the library.

***

A few days later, Taylor stood in the locker room shower, letting the steaming water run down her skin. She never got tired of running her hands over her breasts and feeling the water change course. How could it get boring with her body changing week by week? When her breasts finally came in, they were barely anything, not enough to even fill her palms. Now, she couldn’t cover one of the fat, firm tits with both hands. They wobbled and jiggled and tried to ooze out of her fingers every time she lifted them up.

Taylor crossed an arm across her breasts, shivering slightly as her nipples met her skin. The water ran down her head and chin, gathering to pool in her cleavage. She watched the water rise higher and higher, unable to stop herself from grinning like an idiot as she saw just how much water her boobs could hold. Finally, the water started to overflow the dam of her arm, and she let it fall. Her breasts drooped ever so slightly, swelling more forward than down. Her little mini-lake crashed to the shower floor with a wet splat, and Taylor let out a few quiet laughs through her nose.

An annoyed voice interrupted her childlike playtime. “Other people need to shower, too, you know?”

“Sorry!” Taylor called, “Almost done.”

“You flicking your bean in there or what?”

“Gross, no!”

Taylor put her head under the hot water one last time, made sure she’d rinsed everywhere, then turned the handle and slid the curtain open in a sudden swish as she turned around. The voice belonged to Amanda, another first-year with a major chip on her shoulder. She looked down at Taylor’s bare chest, still shaking from her little twirl, and her eyes went so wide the white showed all around her irises. Taylor felt a thrill of pride that, for perhaps the first time in her life, was for her beauty—her curves, her sex appeal, her pure fucking womanliness—instead of her athletic skills. She wrapped her boobs in one arm again, blocking her still-hard nipples from Amanda’s eyes. Her teammate finally looked up. Taylor smiled with all the smugness she imagined Playboy models felt. Her teammate’s little B-cups were nothing compared to her girls.

“All yours!”

Back in the locker room, Taylor got dressed in her street clothes. Her panties slipped on easily, but her bra ran out of stretch with over an inch of space between the two ends of the band.

“Damnit,” she cursed softly as she tugged on the band. This was so much easier with sports bras.

“Damn, girl. Where’ve you been hiding those things at?”

Taylor turned to see Shantel standing behind her like an ebony goddess. Her hair was damp, and she wore a hot pink tank top that emphasized her dark cleavage spectacularly. Except, Shantel’s cleavage wasn’t as impressive as Taylor once thought. Her tits were big, for sure, but after over two months of watching her own tanned chest grow more impressive by the day, Taylor found herself far less intimidated by the tall junior than she’d once been.

“I guess I had a late growth spurt,” Taylor said, trying not to humble-brag.

“Nice, congrats!” Shantel said with a wide smile, clapping her on the shoulder. “If you need new sports bras, I can recommend some brands if you want—it’s always a challenge for bigger girls like us.”

“Uh, thanks.” Taylor hadn’t expected to find a friend in her overachieving teammate. Not in a million years. Bonding with Haley made sense; she was going through the same thing. But that was getting more than a little complicated lately. Shantel’s friendliness was like a warm hug, and Taylor couldn’t help but return her smile.

“I do love sports bras, but they’re not very… flattering.”

“I hear you,” Shantel said, “‘Flaunt it if you got it.’”

“I’m having trouble with this one, though. I don’t know if it shrunk in the wash or what.”

“I might have a spare, lemme go check my locker.”

A moment later, the taller girl returned with a neon blue bra. “Here, see if this one fits ya.”

Taylor glanced at the tag on Shantel’s bra. 38E. She was officially bigger than Shantel now. Her own bra, the one she couldn’t get to fit, was a 32F. She probably needed to upgrade to a G, but the larger band on Shantel’s might be enough for her to make do for the rest of the day. She slipped it on. The band hooked easily but was too loose around her ribs.

“Want some help?” Shantel asked.

Taylor nodded, and her teammate adjusted the band until it was snug. The cups were indeed too small, but at least she was covered and somewhat supported now. “You’re such a skinny thing,” Shantel mused.

It wasn’t for lack of muscle that Taylor’s torso was narrower than her teammate’s. Shantel was just bigger all around—except her boobs, Taylor thought, her smug pride returning. The older girl still had a considerable height advantage, but Taylor found she was less bothered by that than she’d once been.

“Thanks,” Taylor said, “I really appreciate it.”

“Just bring it back to practice whenever you’re done,” Shantel said. “And maybe hand wash yours so you don’t… ’shrink’ any more?”

“Haha, yeah…”

***

I don’t think I can take much more of this. Mark thought as he tried to follow Haley’s explanation of covalent bonds. His white-haired childhood friend had already described the process twice, but he kept getting distracted.

Watching Taylor bounce around the volleyball court was bad enough. Even her loose jersey couldn’t hide her new boobs, and he was pretty sure she bounced the ball off her chest at least once. And not in the way soccer players do—the ball slammed right into her boobs, flying over the net to the other team. Her boobs were bigger than the ball they hit. Okay, they weren’t that big. But it seemed like every time he saw them, Haley and Talyor’s boobs had grown even bigger.

Taylor had been pretty far away during the game. Haley was not. She sat right beside him in the quiet, empty dorm lounge. Mark never thought about it much, but Haley usually dressed pretty conservatively. Loose stuff like sweaters, big shirts, never anything lower than her collarbone. Now, she wore a sweater he thought he recognized, but it had never been so tight… or so low. Every time she leaned forward to point at something in the textbook or reached for her water bottle on the table, Mark got a clear look down Haley’s sweater at the skin underneath.

And there was so, so much skin.

Round and full, tempting and delicious, he wanted to touch them so badly. What was happening to him? Haley and Talyor had been his friends since middle school. They spent summers at the lake. They had sleepovers with cheesy movie marathons and junk food. If Taylor knew he’d been staring at her boobs instead of watching her play, she’d punch him in the nose. If Haley knew he was looking down her sweater, she’d never speak to him again.

And still, he couldn’t stop himself. Some primal urge took over his eyes every time she moved. As she reached for a pen rolling away, Haley’s boobs mashed into the table, and they seemed to swell even bigger right in front of his eyes. Mark’s mouth went dry, and he shifted in his seat, trying to will “Little Mark” back to sleep.

“Do you understand now?” Haley asked, making him jump.

“What? Oh, um, yeah. I think I get it now, thanks.”

“There you guys are!”

Mark and Haley turned to see Taylor at the open doorway.

“I thought we were gonna study together?”

“You’re half an hour late,” Haley said. “We started without you.”

“Ugh!”

Taylor stomped to the table, making her boobs wobble and shake with every step. Mark stared. He couldn’t help it. Something had changed lately that made Taylor look just as big as Haley. And instead of a jersey or some workout shirt, she had on a tiny little tank top. Mark could see the tops of her boobs, and it seemed like they were trying to escape her shirt. He could even see the bright blue straps of her bra! It didn’t give him the same naughty thrill as sneaking peeks at Haley, but staring at Taylor was still something he knew he shouldn’t do. Which only made it more difficult to control his treacherous eyes.

If Taylor noticed him staring, she didn’t say anything. She sat down across from him in a huff, every movement making her boobs shake more.

She’s definitely going to kill me, Mark thought.

Even he wasn’t sure which of his friends he meant.

Goddesses’ Bet

VII

Titania watched the weather cool; green leaves turned amber and crimson before fading to brown. The sidewalks and quads were blanketed in leaves until the grounds crews came around with blowers and trucks to clear them away. Thanksgiving break came and went, and the holidays rapidly approached. Haley and Taylor were still growing, but nobody was making a move.

Mark sat at his desk back at home. He couldn’t remember how he got there, but the familiar space felt comforting and safe, so he didn’t think about it too hard. Here, things were simple. Taylor and Haley were his friends, not ridiculously sexy women with boobs as big as their heads, giving him awkward erections whenever they were together. Here, he could play his games in peace.

“Knock, knock!”

Taylor pushed open his bedroom door without waiting for a response. She looked around the room with an eager grin, then frowned in disappointment when her eyes landed on Mark. “Aww, you’re just playing some dumb game? I hoped you were at least watching something you’re not supposed to.”

Mark’s breath caught, and his throat felt like he was trying to swallow an entire apple. Taylor was hot. Well, he supposed Taylor had always been pretty, but her fiery hair framed her bright eyes and glowing cheeks in a way he’d somehow never noticed before. He was barely aware of it now because she was wearing a swimsuit. The same suit he’d last seen her in, back before they went away to college. Shouldn’t he be at college?

The swimsuit was a green bikini with fluffy layers across the chest that he’d thought looked a little funny when Taylor wore it before. Now, it was way too small. The bottoms fit fine, but the top was so tight it looked like it would break at any moment. Miles of bare skin bulged above and below the tiny strip of green cloth. Mark noted that, just like her cheeks and nose, Taylor’s breasts were scattered with freckles that faded into her tanned skin.

Realizing he was staring, Mark met her eyes with a loud gulp. “W-what?”

“If you’re not gonna come swim with me,” Taylor said, stepping closer, “I figured you at least had a good excuse.”

She was standing so close Mark could almost feel the heat of her body. The coconut smell of her suntan lotion clouded his head even more. He was so hard he felt like he was going to bust out of his jeans.

“I-isn’t it… too cold to swim?” He asked. It was almost winter, wasn’t it?

Taylor pouted. “Fine, I guess you’re right.”

She stepped even closer, leaning in and putting both hands on the chair back over his shoulders. He couldn’t look away as his view filled with those huge, hanging boobs. Her hot breath tickled his ear. “Well, if we can’t go swimming… maybe there’s something else fun we could do?”

“Little Mark” throbbed. His body was on fire. What was she saying? They couldn’t do that! What if his mom came up? Taylor shifted back, looking down at his lap before dropping to her knees. She rested her enormous breasts on his legs, then slowly slid her hands toward his crotch.

“That looks really uncomfortable…” She purred, running the tip of her tongue across her lips, “Why don’t I… help you out…”

Mark couldn’t move; every muscle in his body frozen as Taylor’s hands inched closer and closer to the mounded bulge in his pants.

“What are you doing in here‽”

Haley’s voice made them both jump. Taylor shot to her feet, breasts caroming wildly as she flinched back, losing her balance. Mark clenched his whole body, trying desperately not to come as Taylor’s butt landed in his lap.

Haley’s chest wobbled as she stomped forward, grabbing Taylor by the wrist and yanking her to her feet. How did she do that? Haley was taller, but not by that much, and Taylor had always been stronger.

“This is completely against the rules!” Haley scolded. “You will return with me this instant or forfeit the wager.”

“Come on…” Taylor whined. “He’s never gonna choose!”

Haley balled her hands into fists on her hips. “This is not how things are done. Do we need to get Hera involved?”

Taylor’s shoulders slumped. “No… fine, I’ll come.”

Mark looked from one of his friends to the other, baffled. What were they talking about? Rules? Wager? And who was Hera?

The two women seemed to remember him at the same moment. Haley sighed, muttering a word Mark didn’t recognize. She approached him, reaching out a hand until her finger touched his forehead.

Mark was in the chemistry lab. Professor Sinclair leaned against a lab bench, staring him down. Her shirt was unbuttoned so far he could see hints of lace.

“Your last report was very disappointing, Mark… but I might have some extra credit work for you…”

***

Mark woke in his dorm room with a sticky mess in his sleep shorts. It was a dream. A very weird dream. Had Taylor and Haley been there? No, he didn’t think so. Just Miss Sinclair…

His face blazed at the memory. He climbed out of bed to change into dry clothes, careful not to wake Chet.

VIII

When Taylor got fitted for a 32L bra, she started to worry about her ability to stay competitive in the team. She’d been wearing double sports bras for months, and now she might need to add a third. Naturally, Titania solved this problem for her in the most obvious way she could imagine.

She noticed it first in her gym shorts, riding up, giving her wedgies at the most inconvenient times. Then, her shoes started to pinch. By the end of practice, she felt like someone had been stepping on her toes all afternoon. She bought new shoes and looser shorts, thinking the old ones were just wearing out. But one evening, when Haley came to her room to study, Taylor couldn’t ignore it anymore.

“Are you… taller?”

Taylor looked up at Haley, past the pair of basketballs she was smuggling in her painted-on sweater, and realized she wasn’t looking up at all. She was standing across from her friend, meeting her at eye level, which she hadn’t been able to do for as long as she could remember.

“Huh… I guess I am.”

“What? How?”

Taylor shrugged, feeling her heavy breasts jiggle. “Must be another growth spurt thing, like these.” She waved her hands vaguely in front of her chest, misjudging the distance and bumping into one with her thumb.

Haley pouted, and Taylor braced herself for a fight. Luckily, Mark walked in at that moment, interrupting their conversation.

He said, “Alright, let’s do this—um… do you guys… need a minute?”

Taylor couldn’t help but smile at Mark’s cluelessness. Haley was her best friend, but Mark was the glue that held their little group together. The third leg of their tripod. Wondering about his actual third leg, Taylor cleared her throat and walked to the study table. “No, no. Come on, let’s get this over with.”

If she’d taken Haley’s height advantage away, this was her chance to get Mark’s attention. Her bestie must have figured out the same thing because Haley kept “accidentally” bumping her tits into Mark’s arm or squeezing them into the table when she was pointing at something in his textbook.

Two could play at that game. It wasn’t even that hard. As big as her tits were, and with her new height, half the times she bumped them into Mark actually were accidents. He stammered and coughed, barely answering Haley’s questions and running away to the bathroom, like, every ten minutes. Maybe she was keeping Haley from getting the upper hand, but neither of them was getting anywhere. She had to get him alone. Even worse, all that touching had her just as worked up as Mark.

Returning from his latest trip to the bathroom, Mark said, “I-I think I’ve got a good, um, handle on it now. I’m gonna go do the worksheets on my own.” Before either girl could say anything, he snatched up his papers and practically ran out of the study room.

Taylor said, “I need to hit the gym, anyway,” Leaving almost as quickly.

Working up a good sweat usually calmed her down, but Taylor’s real workout was the one she gave herself in the shower afterward. And again that night.

***

Haley was thrilled Mark agreed to go to the movies with her. Yes, she’d told him it would be all three of them, knowing full well Taylor had an away game. She even bought a new outfit for their “date.”

To her surprise, more than just her bra was too small. The navy blue skirt she wore was so short it barely reached her fingertips. The lady at the boutique said she was almost six feet tall. If she kept growing like this, the skirt would be indecent in less than a month. Her top was a sleeveless pink button-up blouse. The open back barely covered her bra, and though loose around her narrow waist, it fit so snugly across her chest that she was afraid of taking a deep breath. She stared at her reflection in the ladies’ room, lifting her braid to see herself clearly. She had so much cleavage it almost made her head look small. Haley met her own eyes with a wicked grin; the outfit was perfect.

She went back to the lobby to wait for Mark. Butterflies did jigs and reels in her middle, but she tried desperately to ignore them. The stares and gapes of other students and random theater-goers made her want to hunch her shoulders and hide in a corner, but she kept her back straight, M-cup breasts straining at her new skimpy top. Haley had literally no experience in the art of seduction, but she’d just finished a particularly spicy fantasy romance and was ready to find out if the stuff she’d read about really worked.

***

Mark walked into the theater and looked for Haley. She’d texted she was already there, but he wasn’t sure if she’d gone into the actual theater or was waiting in the lobby. He wiped his clammy palms on his jeans. He shouldn’t be nervous; he was just seeing a movie with his friend. A girl who’d been his friend for over a decade. Besides, it was Free Student Mondays; it wasn’t like this was a date or anything. It was only the two of them because Taylor was out of town.

Then he saw her.

Just like Taylor, Haley had gotten taller recently, somehow. Her silver braid hung in front of one shoulder, and he could see her bare neck and half of her back. He saw almost all of his friend’s legs, covered in white stockings all the way up her thighs. He was pretty sure if she bent forward, he’d get a look right up her skirt. His mouth went dry as a desert; then she turned. Blood pounded in his ears, and “Little Mark” twitched eagerly. He’d never seen so much of his bookish friend’s bare skin in his life. Well, technically, he’d seen her bare arms and legs at the pool back home plenty of times, but she hadn’t had boobs then. Well, she’d had breasts, of course, but not enough to even make a dent in a one-piece swimsuit. Now, she could suffocate him in that cleavage without undoing a button. She waved at him shyly.

Steeling himself, Mark returned her wave and stepped up to her. She was even taller than him now, and he glanced down at her high heels. He’d never seen Haley in heels except at school dances. Did she think this was a date? His heart thundered in his ears, and he couldn’t swallow. Haley stared into his eyes, then down at his lips, then back up at his eyes. Her fingers wrapped around his elbow, and she pressed those huge, incredible tits into his arm.

“I’m glad you came,” She said in a throaty voice that sent tingles up his neck. “Do you want to get popcorn?”

At their seats, Haley lifted the armrest that should have separated them. Her skirt slid up a little when she sat, and Mark saw little metal clips connected to the tops of her stockings. He stood frozen until Haley patted the seat beside her, breaking his trance.

He couldn’t follow the movie at all. His side burned where Haley’s round hip touched his. She’d given him the popcorn, so every few seconds, she leaned over to grab a handful, mashing a boob into his arm and making the popcorn bucket shift in his lap. At some point about halfway through the movie, she slid an arm over his shoulder to touch his hair. His whole body went stiff, and he looked at her.

She stared into his eyes, her expression unrecognizable. Her fingers trailed around his head, stroking slowly down his jaw. She stared at his lips, then ran her thumb along them until they parted. When his mouth fell open, Haley slipped her finger inside. By instinct, Mark touched Haley’s thumb with the tip of his tongue. Her eyes glittered in the glow of the movie screen.

***

Haley’s blood raced. It would be the simplest thing in the world to pull Mark’s face to hers and let him kiss her. But she couldn’t do it. She ran her fingers through his hair one more time, then put her hand back in her lap. She had to let him make the first move. But if that wasn’t enough for him to know how she felt, she didn’t know what was.

***

Mark handed Haley the popcorn bucket and shuffled out of the theater. He stared at his reflection in the bathroom, waiting for “Little Mark” to calm down. What had gotten into Haley? She was acting so strange. Maybe things were weird between her and Taylor. It would make sense, considering whatever was going on with their bodies.

Thinking about his friend’s bodies wasn’t helping his “situation.” What Haley really needed was a friend. Maybe he should say something to Taylor.

Goddesses’ Bet

IX

Taylor strode down the hall of the men’s dorms. Haley was hiding in the library as usual, and she had good news she needed to share with someone.

–knock knock–

“Come in!”

Taylor stepped into Mark’s room, feeling a tingle as her hair brushed faintly against the frame. Mark was sitting at his desk, playing some game, but he got up when he saw her.

“Hey, how’s it going?”

She looked around the room for his creepy roommate.

“Chet’s at class.”

She stepped toward him, grinning like an idiot. “You’ll never guess what happened!”

Mark’s eyes widened, and he took a few steps back. She’d been getting reactions like that more and more lately and backed up a little herself. “Sorry…”

“What, um, what happened?” Mark asked, worry creasing his brow.

“Coach moved me up to Middle Hitter!”

“Really? That’s great!”

She grinned down at him. “You have no clue what that means, do you?”

Mark looked at the floor. “Not really…”

Taylor sighed. “I played Libero before, always in the back.”

“Okay.”

“And Coach said, now that I’m so tall, I should be up front with Shantel making plays.” She didn’t add the coach’s remark about her being slower, all but saying that her massive tits were the cause.

“That’s really cool,” Mark said, “I’m happy for you.”

He looked up at her again, spreading his arms to give her a hug. She stepped up to him slowly, wrapping her arms around him. Her boobs squished against his chest, rising up to mound against his cheeks.

“I’m so excited,” she said, squeezing him tightly, “I get to start at our game with Northeastern next week.”

“C-congratulations…” He said, his voice cracking adorably.

She met his eyes, his face looking oddly red. “It’s kinda weird being taller than you…”

“Yeah…”

Taylor waited for him to say more, but at the rattling doorknob, she dropped Mark and took a quick step back. Mark gulped air, flailing his arms to keep from falling on his ass. Taylor turned to see Chet gaping up at her.

“Hey.”

“Oh, um, hey,” Chet said.

Turning back to Mark, she said, “Alright, I’m gonna go. I need a shower real bad. See you at dinner?”

Mark nodded.

***

Mark unpaused his game, but the encounter with Taylor kept running through his mind. Chet hadn’t given him too much shit about it, aside from calling him an idiot.

Why did Taylor coming into his room like that feel so familiar? And why had he enjoyed being almost crushed by his huge friend? She’d obviously come straight from practice; she should have stank. Instead, those giant boobs smashed into him just smelled like… her. Gym floors and locker rooms and… woman. The scent still lingered in his nose almost half an hour later, making “Little Mark” twitch.

Anyway, why had she come to him instead of Haley? Were they still on the outs? Maybe he should say something to Haley.

***

Standing in the steaming water, a shiver of pleasure rolled through Taylor’s body. It was everything she’d wanted and more. She’d finally get a chance to show off her skills for Mark—and help the team, of course. She had to squat to get her hair under the shower head, and the warm water tingled as it ran down her back and around her boobs hanging from her chest. A star athlete with tits the size of watermelons, what more could Mark want? She’d definitely crush that mousy nerd now.

Why did the thought of crushing Haley under her boobs sound so good?

***

While Haley was still a nerd, she was further from “mousy” than she’d ever been. She rebuttoned her cardigan, walking over to the store counter where the lady who’d once matched her height now barely stood eye-level with her breasts.

“Alright, I’m putting an order in for a 34S. It should be here by next Tuesday.”

“Could you add a 34T?” Haley asked. “I’ll probably need it soon, and it’ll save me a trip.”

The shop employee looked up past the swell of Haley’s chest. Did she look… scared? Surely not…

“That’s a good idea,” she said, “Thinking ahead…”

Haley zoned out, recalling the previous night.

“Did you get taller than me again?” Taylor snapped.

“I’ve always been taller than you.”

“You weren’t a week ago!”

Haley paused the movie. “If you’re gonna be such a baby about it, let’s check.” She rose from the couch, its wood frame creaking in protest.

“Fine!”

Taylor and Haley stood back to back. Their heads didn’t quite reach the ceiling, but they’d started ducking to get through doors. Both glared down at Mark, still sitting on the couch.

“Well?” Haley said.

“Well, what?” The idiot asked.

“Who’s taller?” Taylor demanded.

Mark gulped. Was he sweating? “Um… H-Haley, but just barely… like, an inch, I guess.”

The girls spun to face each other; Haley couldn’t resist sticking her tongue out.

Taylor said, “Yeah, well, my boobs are still the biggest!” She straightened her back and thrust her chest forward for emphasis.

“Not a chance!” Haley mirrored Taylor’s posture until two sets of basketball-sized glands pressed into each other.

They looked at Mark again. His eyes were wide as plates, and he simply shook his head. Taylor glared, and he said, “T-they look the same…”

Haley clicked her tongue. “What size are you wearing?”

“An S-cup!” Taylor snapped.

“Me too!” Haley tried to growl, but it came out as more of a moan.

“Um…” Mark said, “I’m gonna go…”

He was halfway to the door before she noticed. “But we haven’t finished the episode?”

“We can watch it another time,” he said, “I think you two have some stuff to work out.”

Taylor turned to follow Mark out, but Haley caught her by the arm. “You are not chasing him down.”

“I wasn’t gonna… let me go!”

Haley released her, and they collapsed back onto the couch, which gave a loud –crack– as one of its legs snapped.

***

The worst thing about suddenly and unexpectedly growing into a demigoddess was that Haley found herself aroused at the most inconvenient times. Sitting in the library reading romance novels was one thing, but it started happening while she was in a lecture, reviewing her notes for a paper, or simply sitting in the cafeteria.

The professor was describing the horse tribes of the Eurasian Steppe when images of her absurdly sexy body riding Mark popped unbidden into Haley’s mind. Though now that she stood so much taller than him, maybe he’d be the one to ride her.

As she copied over the data from her chemistry lab, tracking the combustive reactions various chemicals had, Haley imagined how explosive Mark’s shout would be when he came inside her.

Going through the salad bar line in the cafeteria, Haley glanced at a stack of cucumber slices, wondering if the whole vegetables they’d once been were bigger than Mark’s “pickle.” Maybe he was that big. Maybe even bigger.

Locked in a bathroom stall, Haley’s bare ass spilled over the closed toilet seat, and her widened hips bumped the paper dispenser. For the third time that day, she had a hand between her legs and another up her sweater, stroking her pussy as she twiddled a nipple. She preferred the privacy of her dorm room, but she didn’t have time between classes to get across campus and back. As it became more and more awkward to wedge herself into desks and chairs made for average-size people, Haley liked to get to class early.

The outer door clicked open, and Haley heard the thumping of footsteps as another girl entered the bathroom. She froze in panic. She should have stopped, but she was so close. If she broke her rhythm now, she’d have to work herself all the way back up again after the other girl left. Softening her breath, as quietly as she could, Haley slid two fingers in and out, holding herself on the edge while she waited.

***

Taylor stood at the bathroom sink, examining her reflection. She’d come in for a quick fit check, but as usual, she looked amazing. Over the past few months, she’d needed less and less makeup. That morning, she couldn’t find anything about her face she could fix or improve. Her skin was smooth and clear, her cheeks rosy, her lips plump and pink. She was now waking up looking better than she had with a full face six months ago.

Leaning forward to fit her whole head in the mirror gave Taylor a clear view of her wide, tanned cleavage. Between her incredible height, cover-model face, and ginormous tits, Taylor’s own reflection was making her horny. She checked her phone. It looked so tiny in her hand that heat blossomed between her legs. She had time before her next class; maybe she could…

“Mmm!”

Taylor smirked at her reflection. Someone else was in here, and it sounded like they were having a real struggle. They should probably eat more salad.

“Ahh!”

The other girl’s whimper turned into a cute little gasp. Taylor stared at the stall door reflected in the mirror. That wasn’t a struggle sound; someone was having a good time in there. More importantly, she recognized that voice.

In two strides of her long legs, she stood at the stall door. She didn’t even need to stand on tip-toe to see the top of a familiar white-haired head. She pulled the door open effortlessly, metal flexing as the pin snapped out of its catch.

Haley sat there, skirt around her knees, hand between her legs. She gasped when the door opened, holding her other hand out as if she could hide behind it.

“Taylor? What the fuck?”

“Oh my,” Taylor said smugly, “What naughty language, Haleykins.”

“What do you want?” Haley growled.

“Well… I was gonna duck into one of these stalls and rub one out, but it looks like you beat me to it…”

Taylor stepped into the stall, pulling the door closed behind her and snapping the lock back into place.

“W-what…?” Haley’s hand slid out of her lap. She leaned back on the seat, holding both hands out like she was waiting to set a ball.

The stall was very cramped with both of them inside, and Haley had nowhere to go as Taylor leaned in closer. “Why don’t we… help each other out?”

She thrust her massive, aching tits into Haley’s outstretched palms, slipping a hand between her friend’s thighs to find her sopping wet. When she stroked a finger along Haley’s folds, it broke her “deer in the headlights” stare, and her fingers dug into her tits.

Taylor hadn’t expected it to feel so good to have someone else’s hands on them. She’d been touched, of course, when she got measured or when she hugged one of her teammates, but this was different. Haley worked her tits like giant balls of dough, sending sparks of heat down her body to gather between her own legs. She’d only meant to tease her friend, to get a rise out of her and see her get all flustered. But they were in it now.

She arched her back, giving Haley’s eager hands better access. She used one hand to play with Haley’s tits as the other worked between her legs. She imagined it was Mark’s hands on her tits, but when Haley let out another soft moan, Taylor undid her fly and guided Haley’s hand inside.

***

Fulla saw Titania lying back on her divan, one hand buried in her diaphanous white gown. Her eyes were unfocused, but Fulla didn’t need to guess what she was watching. She used her own Sight to check in on the mortal subjects of their wager.

Mark was playing some silly game with his roommate; nothing to see there.

Taylor and Haley, however, were crammed into a bathroom stall… fornicating.

Fulla snapped her vision back. “Oh, heavens above!”

Titania’s jolted up from her reclined posture. “Zeus’ cock, Fulls, don’t sneak up on me like that!”

Fulla pinched her nose between her thumb and forefinger in a vain attempt to forestall her oncoming headache. “Language, Titania…”

Titania rolled her eyes, slumping back onto the divan with a huff that made her plenteous breasts wobble. “Just go away; I was enjoying the show.”

“I see naught to enjoy about this situation. If those mortal women fall for each other, we shall both forfeit.”

Titania scoffed. “They’re not falling for each other. They’re just getting… What did Xochi call it? Sexually liberated.”

Fulla huffed.

“It’s simple,” Titania said, “The hornier they get, the sooner one of them will make a move obvious enough for that blind idiot to notice.”

Fulla crossed her arms under her breastplate with a sigh. “Perhaps.”

“Either way, it’s fun to watch.” Titania settled herself again, her eyes drifting back to the cramped stall.

Fulla stalked away. The younger goddess had a point, but she certainly wasn’t going to watch Taylor and Haley pleasure each other. Not in the same room with Titania, anyway.

***

Haley’s head swam. Taylor had groped her before, but she’d never gone this far. Why did someone else’s hands feel so much better than her own? She squeezed her eyes closed, trying to imagine it was Mark’s hand on her breast, the long fingers inside her as Mark’s hard length. But having her own hands on an enormous breast and down a girl’s shorts spoiled the effect. She focused her imagination, sharpened and honed by a stack of smutty books, slipping deeper into her fantasy.

Taylor moaned above her. “Hmmm, faster, Mark…”

Haley’s eyes shot open, getting a panoramic view of Taylor’s cleavage. Her friend’s head hovered above her, face twisted in painful pleasure, and though she’d whispered Mark’s name, her eyes were locked on Haley.

Smiling up at her friend, Haley whispered, “More, Mark…”

***

Across campus, a chill ran up Mark’s spine. His body twitched, and he almost dropped the controller in his hands. Chet executed a flawless combo, sending Mark’s character sailing to the edge of the screen. Massive letters filled the screen, and the game voice announced, “K.O.”

“Man, you didn’t even try to block me,” Chet said. “Are you letting me win, asshole?”

“Sorry, something weird just happened.”

“Huh?”

“You know, like, someone just walked over my grave or whatever.”

“Are you fucking high? And didn’t even offer me some?”

“Never mind. Let’s rematch.”

Goddesses’ Bet

X

“…I was running up Maple, and he was coming down eleventh,” Haley said, resisting the urge to giggle. “You know that place on the corner with all the antiques in the yard?”

“Like, old lawnmowers and shit?”

“Yeah, all rusty and stuff. Anyway, they used to have a big, tall fence all along the sidewalk. It’s chain-link now, but back then, it was wood, so neither of us could see around the corner.”

Taylor took a gulp of her wine, nodding.

“I came around the corner and barreled straight into him.”

“Seriously? Like a fuckin’ anime?”

“Yeah!” Haley doubled over with giggles, her breasts mashed between her chest and her knees, jiggling and quaking with her mirth.

Taylor leaned back on one arm. “That’s hilarious.”

They sat on the floor in Taylor’s room. Her roommate was staying over with her boyfriend, and Taylor got Shantel to hook her up with some booze. Haley thought it was way too sweet, but she wasn’t complaining.

She wiped her eyes and sipped from her glass. “Did he really try to save you from bullies in fifth grade?”

“Ha! Is that what he told you?”

Haley nodded, regretting it immediately as the room started to spin.

“He tried to rescue me when a couple sixth graders were mouthing off. They thought I was a weakling because I’m so short.”

“Were so short,” Haley noted.

Taylor burst out laughing. “I know, right? Nobody would dare fuck with me now; I barely even get hit on anymore.”

“If I’d been this tall when I met Mark, I would have probably been able to see him over that fence.”

“Yeah, but you would have crushed him instead of landing on your ass.”

Haley squirmed at that, her back arching involuntarily.

“Anyway,” Taylor continued forcefully, “The idiot got between me and the bullies and said, ‘Pick on someone your own size!’”

“He didn’t!”

“He did! I was so pissed. I didn’t need help from some gross boy. It’s not like he was any bigger than me!”

“He’s such a Boy Scout,” Haley mused.

“For real…” Taylor said, her tone carrying more frustration than amusement. She rose slowly to her feet, keeping her head ducked. There were few places in the dorm room where either girl could stand to her full height. “I gotta take a leak.”

“Gross.”

Taylor crossed the common room in three strides of her long legs. Getting into the dorm suite’s bathroom involved crouching low, turning to her side, and maneuvering her boobs through the small entrance one at a time. Once inside, she had to press herself against one wall to make room for the door to close. It was like watching Andre the Giant get into an airplane bathroom.

Haley sipped her wine, enjoying the tingling heat as it slid down her throat. Her phone lit up—their pizza was almost there. She checked herself over to make sure she was decently covered. As the two of them outgrew pants, shirts, and especially bras in all the easily available sizes, they’d had to get creative. Haley’s outfit consisted mostly of bedsheets. One encircled her waist with safety pins to make a skirt that reached mid-calf. Another wrapped over and around her enormous breasts, less for support, which she didn’t need, and more to keep them from moving around too much. It also helped hide her nipples if they stiffened at thoughts of Mark. The only “real” clothes she wore were a pair of XL socks and a 3XL tee shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the collar torn open. On Haley, it was barely a crop top.

–tap, tap, tap–

Haley’s mouth watered in anticipation as she carefully stood. Despite her sedentary lifestyle, she was eating more than ever. She still couldn’t keep up with Taylor, but she easily put away twice what she used to. She wasn’t gaining weight—well, she was definitely gaining weight, but growing to eight foot six with boobs the size of beanbag chairs will do that. But neither of them was getting fat—unless you count obese boobs and dump truck asses.

***

Taylor squeezed herself out of the bathroom just in time to see Haley tipping the delivery guy. Her friend squatted to see through the door, her head almost level with his. Her tits hung down full and fat, resting on her bent knees and giving the driver a hell of a show. Taylor bit back a laugh as his eyes went wide as golf balls. His hands shook as he handed three large boxes to Haley.

“Thanks so much!” Haley said.

“Mmm, mmhmm! Have a big—Um, I mean, have a good night!”

Taylor watched the guy waddle away awkwardly. “I think you just made that guy’s night.”

“Really? Why?” Haley asked.

“Are you serious? I bet he’s rock hard.” Taylor couldn’t believe the girl she’d caught fingering herself in a bathroom stall could still be so naive.

Then she saw the corner of Haley’s lips curl upward. “Oh, you bitch…”

Taylor gave Haley a smack on her bottom, causing the bookish girl to let out a cutesy gasp. Taylor grabbed the pizza boxes and carried them to the coffee table. One was for Haley, while the other two were hers. “Alright, girly movie or more Bridgerton?”

“Definitely a movie,” Haley said. “That show gets me too worked up to eat.”

“For real,” Taylor agreed.

The two young women sat together on the pile of cushions where the couch had once been. “Thanks for suggesting this,” Haley said. “I’m sure you’d have rather spent Valentine’s with Mark.”

“And you wouldn’t?”

“Of course, I would. But he didn’t ask, and hanging with you is way more fun than sitting alone in my room like a pathetic loser.”

“Now we can be losers together, breastie!” Taylor twisted her shoulders, sending her tits careening into Haley’s, and they burst out laughing.

***

Shantel held the door for Mark as he carried three boxes out of the dorm building, grunting with the effort. Taylor took them easily, stacking them in the rental truck.

“You know,” Shantel said, “This’d go way faster if you two just carried shit the whole way.”

“That would be nice, wouldn’t it?” Haley said. “But I think getting ourselves through the doors without breaking anything would negate any time saved.”

Mark compared the three women. In any other company, Shantel would have impressive curves. But Taylor and Haley’s breasts looked like they weighed more than he did. At nearly ten feet tall, either girl could have rested them on his head while standing—and likely snap his spine in the process. Their breasts spread wider than their shoulders, and though he’d seen them squeeze through the door, it was no simple process.

Shantel said, “You make a good point…” Turning to Taylor, she added, “I can’t believe you’re quitting the team—before the semester’s even over.”

“Yeah…” Taylor stretched, making the tent-like novelty tee that barely covered her chest ride up. She tugged it down. “I won’t miss all the dirty looks from other teams, though. Or getting in and out of the bus.”

Mark and the rest of the volleyball team carried boxes and bags from the girls’ rooms while Haley stacked them in the truck. Shantel asked, “So, are you guys not coming back?”

“Maybe just to visit, but we’ll be doing all our classes and stuff online.”

“We’ll have to have a party at your new place.”

“For sure.”

Haley glared at Taylor. Taylor poked her boob, then lifted a massive roller bag in each hand.

When the truck was loaded, Haley and Taylor carried a flatbed trailer from an adjacent parking space. Once the trailer was hitched up and the girls were settled onto it, Mark drove the truck to their new place. It was a converted warehouse apartment. The “industrial minimalist” style worked to their advantage; the apartment had sixteen-foot ceilings and a rolltop door that opened to the street. Here, at least, the girls could unload the truck themselves.

Mark helped where he could, but the girls could easily lift twice as much weight, especially Taylor. Worse than that, being so close to his sexy friends—their towering bodies and gigantic boobs—made “Little Mark” almost painfully hard. He took his time carrying smaller boxes and bags into the apartment, mostly so he had something to hold in front of him.

It took less than an hour to unload the truck, but the late spring weather was warm enough to coat both enormous women in a sheen of sweat. Mark’s mouth was desert-dry, and his member rock-hard when Taylor pulled the snug shirt from her chest to fan herself, giving him a quick flash of the yards of cloth wrapped around her gigantic breasts before he quickly averted his gaze.

Haley asked, “What’s our shower situation here, Tay?”

“Oh, check this out!” In a few strides, Taylor crossed the cavernous apartment to show off a curtained corner that housed the bathroom fixtures. “There’s no door, and it goes all the way to the ceiling.”

“Oh, nice!”

“Plus, I had them install this!” Taylor plucked the shower sprayer from its mount, showing it off. It was a normal sprayer, but several lengths of flexible hose had been joined together to make it longer. “No more crouching to get under the water.”

“Or having to sit on wet tile…” Haley added.

Mark’s heart was pounding hard enough to burst out of his chest. Even while straining to look anywhere but at the S-tier goddesses his friends had become, his mind raced with images of them naked and wet, water running down those huge boobs and over legs almost as long as he was tall.

“I, um, I should take the truck and trailer back. Could you guys help me hitch it back up real quick?”

“Oh, sure!” Taylor’s disappointed tone was completely lost on Mark.

XI

Taylor and Haley spent the summer in their apartment while Mark went back home. They had video calls at least once a week, where the girls took advantage of every camera angle. After their calls, Mark locked his door and pleasured himself to photos and muted videos online. He locked his eyes on the screen, desperate to push down the memory of Taylor and Haley squeezing together to fit in the video, creating a third line of impossibly long cleavage between them. As far as he’d fallen, he couldn’t go so far as to jerk off to thoughts of his best friends.

He still hated himself every time he finished.

***

Haley knelt on a pile of blankets in their warehouse apartment. She gripped Taylor’s thighs in both hands, licking until her friend came. When she pushed up to look past the rising hills of Taylor’s breasts to see her face, she said, “I have an idea…”

In shuddering, panting breaths, Taylor asked, “What’s… that?”

Haley pushed herself upright, crossing her legs. Even seated, she was taller than she’d been a year ago. Her breasts rested in her lap, the size of small cars. “It’s a little crazy, so feel free to say no.”

Taylor sat up as well, shifting back slightly to keep their boobs from touching. “Just tell me.”

***

Mark walked up to the ‘man door’ entrance to the girls’ apartment. It had been almost three months since he last saw his friends in the flesh. So much flesh… Just the thought was making him hard, and he shook the images away before knocking.

“Come in!”

Stepping into the apartment, Mark was surrounded with boobs. Taylor and Haley bent down to hug him, only managing to get their arms around their respective chests, drowning him in an ocean of flesh.

“We missed you so much,” Haley said.

Mark craned his neck to keep from suffocating, smiling up at the two girls. “I missed you, too.”

The girls released Mark from his mammary prison, standing to their full height. They’d clearly kept growing over the summer. Both were over twice his height, their heads nearly touching the apartment’s sixteen-foot ceiling. His head only reached mid-thigh, and he kept his neck tilted up to avoid looking at either girl’s crotch. From where he stood, he couldn’t even see their faces—just the undersides of four immense boobs wrapped in massive crop tops.

“Come sit,” Taylor said, “we wanna talk to you about something.”

Mark followed the girls into the apartment. There were a few normal-sized padded chairs, but Taylor and Haley sat in a pile of enormous beanbags. Walking on shaky knees, Mark picked a chair that faced the two women.

“I’ll start,” Haley said. “Ordinarily, I’d prefer to let the man make the first move—“

“But we’re sick of waiting,” Taylor cut in.

Haley shot her a gentle glare. “True enough. Mark, we like you.”

Confused, Mark said, “I like you, too—“

She held up a hand to interrupt him. “I mean really like you. I think about you all the time, even when we’re all together.”

“Same,” Taylor said.

Haley stared into her cleavage. “I’ve wanted to be your girlfriend since junior year.”

“Sophomore.”

Haley glared at Taylor again, then met Mark’s bewildered gaze. “If you feel the same, all you have to do is say so.”

“Same goes for me,” Taylor said. “Being apart all summer sucked. I wanna be with you all the time.”

Mark gaped at his gorgeous, gigantic friends, feeling more confused than he had in his life. He cast about his mind for a polite way to ask, then blurted out, “I thought you guys were gay?”

“What‽”

Taylor stared at him, but Haley was watching Taylor. Her long fingers brushed Taylor’s, and their fingers laced as they gazed into each other’s eyes.

Haley looked back at him and said, “It’s true… that we’ve… enjoyed each other’s company… since…”

“Since we got fucking huge?” Taylor finished.

Haley scowled. “Indeed. It’s only natural—nobody knows what I’m going through better than her.”

“Same.”

“But it’s you I really want to be with.”

“Yeah, me too.”

Silence hung in the apartment for several minutes. Finally, Haley said, “It’s time for you to decide. Which of us do you like as more than a friend?”

“How… what…?”

“Whose boyfriend do you wanna be?” Taylor demanded.

“I… I can’t…” Mark swallowed, trying to calm his nerves. “You’re my best friends…”

“And that’s it?” Taylor asked. “You’re friend-zoning us, just like that? Is there someone else? That slutty professor?”

“Taylor…” Haley murmured.

“What?” Turning back to Mark, she said, “Look, you’re a good guy, a great guy, but quit being so damned nice!”

“Are we… too big?” Haley asked.

With uncharacteristic shyness, Taylor stared at the floor. “Maybe you liked me more when I was shorter than you…?”

“No!” Mark jumped up from his chair, drawing surprised looks from both women. “You both look amazing! I’ve always thought you were pretty, but in the last year, you’ve gotten hotter than ever!”

Taylor grinned smugly. A small, pleased smile spread over Haley’s face. Both women sat up straighter, their tops creaking. The bottom halves of their faces vanished from Mark’s view behind a horizon of cleavage.

Watching from above, Titania shivered with excitement. This was the moment of truth. She hadn’t expected the girls to give Mark an ultimatum, but she wouldn’t lose now—not after waiting so long.

Taylor trembled, making her immense breasts quiver. They plumped up another inch as she gained half an inch of height. A small tear formed under her armpit. Mark gaped. He liked both of his friends a lot. He didn’t want to hurt one by choosing the other, but “Little Mark” was screaming at him to pick the one with even bigger boobs.

Fulla scowled. She’d pushed her personal code to its limits, but Titania was cheating in the eleventh hour, and it would not stand.

Sitting beside Taylor, Haley’s body shifted. She was now just slightly taller than the redhead. And though her bustline was only half an inch larger than Taylor’s, Mark’s newly trained eye could tell the difference. His eyes shifted from Taylor to lock on the blonde.

“If you’re having trouble deciding,” Haley said softly, “We might have a compromise.”

“Hmm?”

“Do you wanna date both of us?” Taylor asked.

“W-what‽” Mark bent over in a fit of coughing. “Seriously?”

Haley said, “As you so tactfully pointed out, we’ve gotten pretty close in the past few months. Being so huge isn’t as bad with someone to share in the struggles. I honestly don’t know what I’d do if you picked her.”

“Me either,” Taylor said.

“So that’s why… We’ll be a throuple… if you want.”

“A what?” Mark asked.

“A throuple,” Taylor explained, “It’s like ‘couple,’ but with three.”

Mark’s mouth hung open as he looked from one gorgeous woman to the other. Besides being over fifteen feet tall with man-crushing tits, his friends were painfully beautiful. Large, bright eyes, full lips, flawless features, and they wanted him. Wanted him so badly they were willing to share. He must have been some kind of saint in a past life…

“I… Is that really what you guys want?”

Taylor nodded. “If it’s between sharing you and losing you both—“

“We pick sharing,” Haley finished.

Mark thought his heart might explode. “You guys…!”

“Is that a yes?” Taylor asked.

Mark nodded, and the girls descended on him in a shower of kisses. Haley reached under his arms and picked him up, hugging him to her breasts as she spun around. Feeling his hard length against her chest, she grinned, setting him down and running a large finger up his jeans. “Looks like someone’s already ready for our first time…”

“Haley! Aren’t you gonna at least buy him dinner first?” Taylor said, licking her lips as she, too, stared at Mark’s crotch.

“Nope!” Haley slid fingers bigger than ‘Little Mark’ into the waistband of his jeans and tugged, the stitches tearing easily.

Pulling off her tent-sized shirt, Haley picked him up and carried him to the bed area. Lying on her back, she slid Mark between her breasts, wrapping her arms around them to engulf his entire body in soft, firm flesh. She kissed him, her lips covering half his face. He saw a shadow fall over Haley and twisted to see Taylor kneeling over them. Her own enormous breasts were also bare, and she lowered them onto Haley’s, smothering him in a world of pure femininity.

***

“Odin’s left eye!” Fulla screamed. “Share him??”

“A ‘throuple??’ FUCK!”

“So much for your horniness theory, Titania.”

“Don’t blame me! Turning them into walking fertility idols was your idea!”

“Which you acted upon!”

“Oh, and you didn’t go right along with it? Miss Play-by-the-Rules?”

Fulla tossed her arms in frustration. Straightening her breastplate, which had gotten rather tight of late, she said, “I dare say a draw is preferable to losing my domain for a generation.”

Titania sighed. “I guess you’re right.”

She eyed her younger counterpart, seeing hints of areola peeking from Titania’s gown. “And it seems the girl’s fame has caused a surge in mammary worship down there.”

Titania tugged at the hem of her gown, which slid immediately back open when she released it. “Silver lining, I suppose. Come on, Brigid invited us for tea, and she usually keeps something stronger to put in it.”

“That would not go amiss, just this once.”

As they left the sitting room, neither goddess bothered to change their Chosen’s threads back to normal. It was the least they deserved.

Goddesses’ Bet

Epilogue

Kennedy and her entourage strutted down the hall of the converted warehouse. One of the girls asked, “Remind me why we Ubered across town to this dump instead of going to the ZOE’s party?”

“We’re here to be seen, obviously,” Kennedy said. “No one’s seen those two freak shows since last year, and people are saying they got even bigger.”

“Seriously?”

She shrugged. “That’s what they’re saying. So, of course, we have to make an appearance. See for ourselves that the rumors are bullshit.”

“I heard they’re like twelve feet tall,” the third girl said.

The first girl scoffed.

“With tits as big as cars.”

“Be so for real.”

“Don’t be absurd,” Kennedy said. “A woman with car-size breasts wouldn’t be able to stand, even if she were twelve feet tall. They’re probably whatever, like, six feet ten or eleven that they were when they moved off-campus. The rumor mill thrives on hyperbole.”

Kennedy rapped her knuckles on the door, and Shantel yanked it open, blasting the group with a wave of loud music and flashing lights. Kennedy stepped inside with a sneer, saying, “I didn’t know alumni were in… vi… ted.”

She trailed off as her gaze drifted higher… And higher… And higher.

Taylor and Haley sat against opposite walls of the warehouse apartment, but even its cavernous space looked cramped. While sitting down, their heads nearly reached the ceiling. Kennedy subconsciously crossed her arms over her chest. She’d been thrilled when these two freaks left campus to take classes online. Just because her best feature was her mind didn’t mean she enjoyed not being the bustiest girl in the room. Now, fully two-thirds of the massive room was taken up by Haley and Taylor’s grotesque breasts. They stretched and billowed, filling the space, nearly touching in the middle of the room. A girl she didn’t recognize was managing a queue of students waiting to slide through the narrow gap to whatever lay on the other side, the space so tight they had to walk sideways, brushing against both obscene sets of glands.

Kennedy stood frozen in stunned silence for five full seconds. Then, she turned on her heels and marched out of the apartment, her coterie trailing behind her.

***

“Kennedy and her little cronies didn’t stay,” Shantel called up to Taylor.

“Pfft, I’m surprised that bitch showed up at all.”

Shantel heard a faint male voice ask the girls something.

“That stuck-up rich girl,” Haley said, “Black hair, big tits…” Gazing out over the acres of skin between herself and Taylor, she added, “Relatively speaking.”

Shantel asked, “Who’s she talking to?”

“Mark,” Taylor said.

“Can I come up there, too?”

Taylor reached an arm down, holding her hand palm up like a chair. Shantel sat in her palm, wrapping her arm around a thumb the size of her leg. She had a moment of vertigo as Taylor lifted her up to stand on one of her breasts. Shantel held both arms out for balance. “Woah, it’s like a bouncy castle…”

Having seen this interaction, Chet walked up to the boob wall. “No fair, I want to try.”

“Piss off,” Taylor said. “No boys allowed.”

“But Mark’s up there… Hey Mark! Get one of your girlfriends to hoist me up there.”

Mark rolled over and crawled across Haley until he could see his former roommate. “Sorry, dude. It’s their call.”

Haley added, “Just go through the tunnel if you want to cop a feel so badly.”

Chet pouted but walked to the end of the line.

Near the ceiling, Mark sat cross-legged on Haley’s breast, waving across the room. “Hey, Shantel!”

Shantel walked carefully across Taylor, stumbling to her knees after a few steps. “Careful,” Haley said, “If you fall in, we might not be able to find you.”

Taylor laughed, sending rippling waves across her massive body. Shantel slipped again, sliding downhill toward Taylor’s cleavage. Taylor reached out and shoved her back onto the crest. “Sorry. You should probably stick to crawling.”

“Less chance of hitting your head on something,” Mark added.

Shantel sat like Mark, pressing both palms to Taylor’s skin until her dizziness faded. “So you really are still growing?”

“Yep,” Taylor said. “Bigger every day.”

“How do you even move around? This room is looking pretty crowded.”

“We mostly don’t,” Haley said.

“What are you gonna do if you outgrow it?”

“When we outgrow it,” Taylor said, “We’ll just find a bigger place.”

“I’ve got a realtor looking at a hangar a few towns over,” Mark said.

Shantel’s jaw fell open. “Like, for airplanes?”

Haley grinned. “Yep! We need to upgrade before one of us does any major property damage.”

“I guess that makes sense.”

Taylor squeaked, craning her neck in an attempt to see the queue for “the tunnel.” She couldn’t see Chet, which meant it was probably his turn. “What the fuck?”

“What’s he doing?” Mark asked.

“He’s getting real handsy.”

Haley met Taylor’s eyes. She said, “Hang on, guys.”

Seeing Mark roll to lie flat on his stomach, Shantel mirrored his posture. Haley and Taylor leaned forward, pressing their room-filling tits together. Chet’s muffled cries of panic rose even louder than the thumping music.

When they sat back, Chet’s voice drifted up from the tunnel below. “Not cool, bro!”

The girls laughed while Mark and Shantel struggled to hang on.“You’re one lucky sonuvabitch; you know that?” She called.

Mark grinned, hugging himself to the vast surface of Haley’s breast. “Oh, I know.”

***

“I’m not sure this was faster than driving,” Mark called up to Taylor. He was strapped into a harness she wore around her neck, and while he wasn’t about to complain about riding in her cleavage, the constant jiggling and getting bounced around with every step were giving him motion sickness.

“Well, we can’t drive, obviously,” Taylor said.

“Plus, there are no good roads to get out here,” Haley added.

They were having a picnic to celebrate Taylor and Haley hitting the twenty-foot milestone. Each girl carried a cooler that Mark could have curled up inside, and they’d found a large clearing deep in the State Forest. Mark hoped the girls wouldn’t cause too much damage—he could see small craters Haley’s footsteps left behind as they walked.

When they reached the clearing, Taylor lifted Mark from her cleavage and set him on the ground. Both girls put their arms above their heads and stretched. Haley spread her arms and spun around, grinning widely. Rising just to her knees, Mark felt the ground shake with each of Haley’s steps.

“This is great!” Haley said, “There’s so much space!”

“Careful, Haleykins,” Taylor called as she lowered herself to sit cross-legged in the grass. “You don’t wanna—“

Taylor’s warning came a moment too late. Because even as the girls had grown taller, their breasts still led the charge. Haley’s breasts extended farther forward than her arms, and despite her inhuman strength, the rest of her body couldn’t keep up with the inertia of her spin.

“Woah!”

Haley’s bus-sized breasts pulled her off-balance, and she sailed to the ground with a mighty fwomp. Mark thanked the stars she hadn’t been spinning closer to him, or his blissful life might have been cut tragically short. He felt the micro-quake in his ass, and all around them, the sky filled with birds fleeing their trees.

“Ohmygod, are you okay?” Taylor cried, jumping up and causing even more quaking.

Haley rolled onto her back and sat up, brushing off as much of her immense breasts as she could. “I’m fine… Tits broke my fall.”

They laughed, crawling back to sit near Mark, who was spreading out massive tarps as blankets. Once everyone was settled, they dug into their meal. Mark ate a single sandwich and a small container of pasta salad while the girls tossed whole sandwiches into their mouths by the handful. When they were done eating, the girls leaned back on their arms, basking in the sun.

“We should do something… since we have all this space,” Taylor said.

“Did we bring a frisbee?” Haley asked.

“I’m pretty sure if you two go running and jumping out here—” Mark said, “—we’re definitely gonna get a visit from the DNR.”

“Well,” Taylor said, unbuttoning the top button of her massive top, “That only leaves one thing…”

“Out here‽” Haley squeaked.

“We’re miles from the nearest road,” Taylor said, letting her top fall open. “Nobody can see us but birds and squirrels, and I think you scared all those away.”

“Fine,” Haley pouted, “But I get to go first.”

“Oh, no, you don’t!”

Taylor held out a fist, and the girls played rock-paper-scissors. When Taylor held out two fingers to Haley’s flat palm, she bounced with glee. Mark put his hands on the ground to steady himself as the ground shook.

Taylor peeled off her top, then undid the clasp on her tent-sized skirt. She’d given up on wearing pants long ago. She rolled onto her back, legs spread and boobs rising like twin hills Mark wouldn’t have minded trying to scale.

As Mark walked between Taylor’s legs toward her waiting sex, Haley crawled over and bent to kiss her, taking a soda-can-sized nipple in each hand. Taylor’s legs twitched, her raised knees drawing together in pleasure. Haley grabbed one knee and forced them to stay open. “Careful –mwah– Tay-tay. If you crush Marky –mwah– before I get my turn, –mwah– I will be very upset.”

With Haley’s help, Mark had Taylor thrashing in the open clearing within minutes. Miles away, a lone fisherman wondered why there were such strange ripples in the water.