The dictaphone

Josh decided Chelsea needed a lesson. Of course, he could have just given her huge breasts, but he felt... playful. She thought big breasts were for dumb girls? It was time for this girl to learn things weren't as simple. Maybe curse her could be fun. Josh had just the perfect idea. He just needed to make sure Chelsea didn't know where it came from, else, she'd be begging him to lift the curse instead of just having to deal with it. Nothing a little use of the dictaphone couldn't help...

He started recording "Today after school, Chelsea will go to the mall where she'll find..."

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A few hours later, the school bell announced the end of the last period, and hundreds of happy teenagers left the school, relieved to have some time for themselves. Chelsea was among them. Usually, she'd just go right to the library to take care of all her homework and assignments, but today was one of these days she felt like going to the mall. She had a couple things to buy, and she decided it was wiser to buy them first while everything was still open, and work at home after.

"Cassidy!" she called her friends "I'm going to the mall for a couple things I need. Want to come?"
"Sure, why not." she shrugged "I wanted to check the prices of the phones over there."
"Then here we go!"

The two girls took the bus, and laughed together again about what happened to Miss Esperanza today. How could such a slut be allowed to teach? They hoped she'd be fired. She'd should know her place : in a strip club, showing her ridiculous big tits. Thinking about it, Cassidy remembered she should buy a new B cup bra, since her current one was a bit old. She wasn't growing anymore, thank God, and she didn't want to. So her bras were now getting a bit old and not as comfy as they used to be.

When they arrived at the mall, Cassidy pointed at a phone shop "There! Look, they have the latest Y Phone, I wanna try it!"
"Sure..." sighed Chelsea, not as interested in technology as her friend was "Just go take a look while I..."

Cassidy was already in the shop when Chelsea, still outside, noticed at the opposite side of the mall hall a very tiny shop, trapped between two others. Chelsea knew the place, and was quite sure there wasn't a shop here before. It was like it appeared and made its place between the two others. She read "Spell R Us" on the sign, and grinned. Probably another guy going to take money from gullible people before going away.

Still, Chelsea was curious of what kind of stupid pranks they could be selling in there. She entered the shop to discover it was quite small and dark, and full of strange items : old books, monkey paws, magician hats... she was wandering in the shop when she heard a voice behind her.

"Searching for something?"

Chelsea, startled, turned to face a pretty woman in very normal clothes for a store clerk. She expected some weird man or a girl in gypsy clothes, but she looked like a student working here.

"Just looking." Chelsea simply said.
"That's something a lot of people do." the clerk said "Just before they tell me they don't believe in magic." she added in a sigh.
"Sorry, but I have to admit I'm one of these. Just noticed your shop and came here while my friend is searching for a new phone at the shop facing yours. And you, do you believe in magic, or is it just a part time job?"
"I just sell things. It's up to people to believe them or not afterward." said the girl with an amused smile. "Wanna try?"
"And be robbed of a few dollars? No, thank you!" laughed Chelsea "I'm not that stupid."
"Oh, I'm sure you're a smart girl..." the clerk said, sounding a bit tired of girls like Chelsea boasting about their intellect "Then take a look. And pick something. It's on the house."
"What's the trick?" frowned Chelsea.
"No trick. In many shops you can have a free sample, right? Pick something. It'll be a free sample. If you don't believe in magic, you won't have any trouble, right?"

Chelsea knew what the girl wanted : to see her leave, which would be admitting she feared magic somehow. But she underestimated her : Chelsea was a smart girl. And not afraid of stupid superstitions. She looked around searching for the most expensive item she could find, and something caught her attention. In a tiny, dusty box was a ring of pure gold, Chelsea could tell it from there. It was beautiful, with elegant carvings. Chelsea grabbed the box, and picked the ring.

"Sooo... I can get this thing for free, right?" she smirked, knowing that something made of pure gold this nice was worth a lot, unlike the stupid books and hats around. She was sure she tricked the clerk and her free sample promise.
"Ah, the Ring of chest envy" the clerk said, not impressed by Chelsea's choice "It satisfies the envy of its user for a larger chest whenever the user feels the need to have a larger..."
"Whatever." giggled Chelsea "I don't believe in this crap, and even if I did, I'm not a stupid bimbo interested in having a bigger chest."
"Be careful. There's a difference between what people say and desire. And sometimes, you might desire things, even for an instant. And most girls at least once, wished they..."
"Shhhh. I'll just take the free sample of gold and leave. Byyye!" Chelsea walked away, turning her back at the clerk girl. "And you can keep the box with the stupid name written on it under the layer of dust!"

Chelsea threw the box, and putted the ring at her right hand. It was the right size, and fit nicely. Maybe she'd wear it for a while before selling it, since it looked really good. Eventually, she met with Cassidy, leaving the phone shop.

"I'll compare the prices with the websites." Cassidy said "And you, where were you?"
"Oh, in another shop over there." Chelsea said, not even turning to look at it to show her disinterest "And the weird girl there gave me this ring!"
"Wow, looks so cool!" Cassidy said "I'm not really into jewelry, but it's really nice!"
"I know! Now, I have a list of things I need to buy..."

The two girls bought a couple furniture for school, some books both to study and for their free time, and stopped to get a coffee, before Chelsea remembered about her need for a new bra. And they headed for a lingerie shop.

"I'll take a look while you buy what you need." Cassidy said to Chelsea, as she went to another part of the shop.

Chelsea started looking at the racks here. She wanted something simple and comfy. She checked silently at the merchandise, until eventually, she found what she wanted. But the problem was : the B cup version wasn't on the rack. Chelsea went to search for a salesgirl, and found one in her aisle. She showed her the C cup bra and matching panties she had found.

"I'm sorry but do you have these in B cups?" she asked.
"These... no, I'm afraid not." the employee answered "Only C cups and bigger."
"Oh, too bad, it was exactly the kind I..."

For a very brief instant, barely more than a few milliseconds, Chelsea thought that if she had been bigger up top, she would have been big enough to wear these.

Chelsea froze as she heard the sound of balloons inflating, and felt a very strange thing in her shirt. Like someone was touching her breasts. She looked down in shock to realize no one was there, but her breasts were finishing to enlarge, rubbing against her white blouse, and they stopped after they had grown a full cup size!

"But I believe you are a C cup." the saleswoman said like nothing happened "If you want me to measure you I can..."
"N... no!" Chelsea stuttered "What just happened?!"
"What happened?" asked back the woman, a little surprised by her reaction.
"My breasts... they... they..."

The woman was blinking, and Chelsea realized that whatever she said would sound both stupid and crazy. The woman probably didn't notice.

"Nothing. I'll come back." Chelsea said in a faint voice, dropping the bra she had in her hands, and walking away to quickly meet with Cassidy. Her friends instantly noticed the strange look on her face.
"Chelsea? What's wrong?"
"Cassidy... do you notice anything wrong with me?" she asked boldly.

The girl scanned her, head to feet.

"Except from your strange face... nope, nothing."
"My... my breasts." whispered Chelsea "They're bigger!"

Cassidy frowned.

"Uh... you've always been bigger than I am." Cassidy said, giving a quick look at her own B cups. "What do you mean?"
"Wait no! I'm not! I'm the same size you are!"
"I'm quite sure I don't wear C cups..." Cassidy said, pointing at the B cup top she had been studying before Chelsea interrupted her.

"Oh my god..." Chelsea whispered. "The ring!" she immediately started trying to take it off, but it was stuck on her finger, like it had reduced in size "No way, no way, no way!" she repeated.

Cassidy looked at her, fighting to take off her new ring, and wondered if the girl had gone crazy...