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A Little Knowledge


Anyone who is under the age of 18, along with anyone offended by stories of a sexual nature or containing sexual situations or offended by the idea of mind control in any fashion, please do not read this story.

This story takes place in the fictional town of Chrystal Heights. This is not significant in any way other than I hope to continue creating stories involving this town.

The people and events in this story are fictional and do not represent anyone or anything from real life.

Synopsis: Two young occult students find a seemingly harmless spellbook.


"It's a secret room!" I said.

"Somehow, Rachel, I doubt that," said my friend, Julie.

"I'm telling you, it is!" I said.

"I'll have to see this for myself," said Julie.

I wasn't surprised to hear Julie say that. Although Julie was American by birth, her parents were both of full Asian descent, and Julie embraced her heritage. Apparently, part of that heritage included not believing everything she was told.

"Fine," I said. "You're skinny enough to slip through. Suck in your belly as much as you can, though. It's a tight squeeze, even for skinny girls like us."

This was definitely cool. The library at the West Campus of the Chrystal Heights Community College was small, dark and dusty- reminiscent of the library from the first season of "Buffy the Vampire Slayer"- but it had never occurred to me that there might be an actual secret room hidden inside.

We had found it by accident. One of the bookcases in a dark corner didn't quite reach the back wall, and when one of my earrings popped off, it managed to fall perfectly between the side of the bookcase and the wall. When I reached into the dark space to find the earring, I realized there was a space behind the bookcase that shouldn't have been there. Playing a hunch, I had squeezed between the bookcase and the wall, and now Julie was squeezing through to join me. Julie was having a little more trouble with it than I, however.

"Maybe you need to lose a few pounds, girl," I said.

Julie made some very unladylike comments.

I tut-tutted. "Such language. I'm shocked."

Julie snorted as she finally popped free of the confined area. "I bet you are. It's only easier for you to squeeze through because you don't have any tits, Rachel."

I shrugged. "Yet another advantage to my lack of boobs. Do you have a lighter?"

Julie had a lighter, so we were soon able to see. It wasn't a very big room; maybe the size of a small office, with an enclosed, musty smell to it. There wasn't very much to see inside, except for a small stand with a thick book laying on it. Next to the book was an old-fashioned oil lantern. When Julie attempted to light the lantern, it actually worked, and it illuminated the small room surprisingly well.

I was already beginning to have my suspicions about the book, and I was pretty sure Julie's thoughts mirrored my own. Although Julie and I are both only eighteen years old, we're studying to become full-time witches. That's why we both attend school at this campus. The West Campus tends to be Chrystal Heights Community College's poor cousin, but they have the best occult curriculum. This room suggested a sanctuary of sorts, and that suggested that the thick book was some sort of occult tome. I was becoming excited by the possibilities.

We opened the cover, and sure enough, it was a book of spells. A lot of superficial stuff, really; not much by way of true power. Still, it was interesting. I couldn't wait to try one out. Julie's features were screwed up in concentration as we turned the pages.

"Oh, here's one," I said, pointing at a page. "I can give you a 'golden crown'."

Julie snorted. "No thanks. Who needs a fashion statement like that?"

I giggled. "Hey, you think you're a princess. Let's give you a crown."

Julie gave me a flat stare. "Very funny, Rachel."

I began reading the words to the spell out loud, although I wasn't actually expecting any results. Julie protested, but only half-heartedly. She knew as well as I did that saying the words is usually only part of a spell; knowing where to alter intonation is also part of the process, and you can't see that in script, so reading a spell out loud is usually harmless. Besides, if I were actually able to create a gold crown, this would likely be considered a good thing.

I finished reading the spell out loud and was not surprised at the lack of a golden crown. By now it was getting late anyway, so we decided to come back and check out the book some more later.


The next morning, my cell phone was going off before I even left for school.

"Hello?" I said.

"You stupid bitch!" said Julie's voice.

"Awwww, I missed you too, sweetie," I said.

"You're not funny!" snapped Julie. "Your stupid spell from yesterday worked!"


"I said, your stupid spell worked! I have blonde hair, you idiot!"

"Julie, what are you talking about? The spell I read was for a golden crown, not blonde hair."

"That book is old! Crown is an archaic way of saying hair, you moron! Or symbolic. Who cares? We need to fix my hair, stat! I can't even dye it! Do you have any idea how silly an Asian girl looks with blonde hair?!?"

I came very close to giggling. Julie tends to be very proper, and her Asian features with blonde hair would make her look very much like a bimbo. Julie looking like a bimbo was about as likely as Mother Teresa dressing in a dominatrix outfit. Thinking about Mother Teresa in a dominatrix outfit created a horrible mental picture, however, and I quickly decided to consider another simile.

"I'll be there in thirty minutes," I said.

"You'd better be. Grrrrrrrrrr," said Julie.


Julie was waiting for me inside the little room when I arrived. Her hair was covered with a scarf. She gave me a sullen look and finally reached up and pulled the scarf from her hair.

I gasped. Julie's hair was *very* blonde, even her roots. She was even more blonde than me, and I'm a natural. She looked like she had traipsed in from an Asian trailer park. I struggled for something to say.

"It looks very...ummmm...glamorous!" I said.

"I look like a vapid bimbo!" she said.

"No, really, it makes you look exotic!"

Julie rolled her eyes. "I look fucking trashy and you know it! Now let's find out how to reverse it," she said.

"Oh, yes," I said feelingly.

We flipped through the pages, but we were unable to find the spell again. After several frustrating efforts, we finally realized that the spell simply wasn't there anymore.

"Dammit!" said Julie. "The spell must have faded after you cast it."

I bit my lower lip. I suspected Julie was right.

"Well, this can be a positive thing," I said. "A new fashion! You'll be a trailblazer!"

Julie glared at me. "You stupid bitch! I'm blonde! I can't even dye it! Nobody is going to take me seriously looking like this!"

"I'm blonde and everyone takes me seriously," I said. "You'll live. There have been blonde Asian girls before."

"Yes, there have...blonde Asian sluts! I am not going out like this, you moron! Just because you're blonde doesn't mean I have to suffer the same fate!"

My eyes narrowed. I understood that Julie was upset, but I was getting tired of the insults. I took a casual step forward.

"You'll be fine. I'll prove it," I said.

"And how will you do that?" she asked.

"Like this," I said. I stepped forward, grabbed her scarf from her hand and ran straight for the corner.

"NO!" screeched Julie, stumbling at the unexpected snatch-and-run. I hit the space and slid through as fast as my thin body would let me. Julie tried to do the same thing, but she had boobs, and that slowed her. Granted, they were only B-cups, but that was still enough to slow her down so she couldn't catch me before I slipped out and took off down the dark library aisle.

"Rachel, you bitch!" she shrieked. "Come back with my scarf! You're dead! I mean it!"


I was still trying to catch my breath when I got to class. I knew Julie would be mad, but it was for her own good, so I wasn't really worried about her reaction. She'd get over it.

My cell phone vibrated several time during class, but I didn't answer it. Besides being completely inappropriate in class, I didn't quite feel ready to face Julie's wrath yet, even if I had done it because she kept calling me names. Then I got a short staccato vibration that indicated I had a text message. I debated with myself, but finally decided to check it out. When I clicked the "read text" button, however, a stream of words rushed through the phone view screen and then deleted themselves. Very odd.

I left school after class. I wanted to go by the little hidden room, but I didn't want to run into Julie just yet. Besides, my nipples were sensitive as heck for some reason and I didn't want to be rubbing my boobs in public.

I did some homework. Finally, I picked up my cell and dialed Julie's number.


"Hi, Julie. It's Rachel."

"I know who you are, Rach. Geez."

"Are you, um, okay?"

There was a moment of frosty silence, then Julie finally said, "I'm still blonde, if that's what you mean. But otherwise, yeah, I'm alright."

"You're not mad anymore?" I said.

"Sure I'm mad. But I'll get over it," she said.

"That's great!" I said. "So, you want to meet at the room tomorrow?"

"Sure! That would be great! Well, if you can squeeze through, anyway. See ya!" And then she hung up.

"Hey, wait, what do you mean?" I said, but she was already gone. I tried to call her back, but all I got was her voice mail. What the hell?


The following morning I found out exactly what Julie had meant. I woke up and knew something wasn't right. I sat up and felt something jiggling side-to-side before settling into place on my chest. This was an unusual sensation, since I really don't have anything there. Still trying to wake up, I slipped a casual hand to my chest to see what was clinging to me. And that was when my eyes suddenly widened.

I jumped up and ran to the mirror. Sure enough, it was exactly what I had feared.

I had grown a huge pair of boobs.

My cheeks burned. This was as embarrassing to me as the blonde hair was to Julie. I felt like a silly bimbo. No one would take me seriously with a rack like this. I'd be stared at. I'd be jiggling all over the place. Heck, these were distracting to me already, and I had just woke up. I was so going to kill Julie.

I realized just how sensitive my nipples were while I showered. They had hardened after just a little soap, and I couldn't get them to soften again. This was going to be the most embarrassing day of my life.

I didn't own many bras, and certainly no bra I owned was going to contain these, so I had to improvise until I could get to the store. I pulled a tank top out and slipped it over my swelled boobs. It was very tight and left my belly bare, but it would serve temporarily to keep my boobs from jiggling all over the place when I walked. I slipped on a pair of jeans and a jacket then and I was ready to go.

I wanted to go straight to the little room, but I knew I couldn't go to school like this, so I went to a fashion shop first. It would be an embarrassing experience, but I had to buy a bra.

The salesgirl turned as I entered.

"Good morning," she said. "Can I help you?"

"I need a bra," I said.

The salesgirl nodded. "Oh, yes. Now, let's see what you have."

Without thinking, I unzipped my jacket and lifted my tank top up, showing the salesgirl my bare boobs.

She blinked for a moment, her cheeks slightly red. "I, um, meant that rhetorically."

Suddenly I blushed bright red as I realized what I had just done. I squeaked an apology and dashed out of the store as fast as I could. I finally had to stop because I was bouncing and jiggling all over the place.

What the heck had I been thinking? I showed a stranger my bare boobs! These things were really distracting, and I had to get rid of them as quickly as I could. I was so going to kill Julie.

I still needed a bra, so I went to a large department store. There were more people around, but it helped me avoid the individual attention that comes with shopping at the smaller boutiques.

It was a good idea, but unfortunately, I ended up needing to get help anyway. I couldn't find anything that fit, so I had to stand for the indignity of being measured by a clerk while I stood there blushing.

"Wow," she said, "You're the first 34E I've ever measured!" Then she leaned in conspiratorially and whispered, "They must have cost a fortune! They look and move like they're totally real!"

My embarrassment today apparently would have no end. "They *are* real," I said.

She suddenly looked embarrassed. "They are? Oh, my gawd, I am sooooo sorry. It's just that you said you had never bought a bra for them, so I thought you had just...you know...got them."

I really was going to kill Julie. Slowly.


By the time I left the department store, I had realized something else. It was getting more and more difficult to cover my boobs with anything.

I hadn't actually remembered to wear anything over the tank top except for the jacket when I left. After struggling into my new bra, I had found out that I could no longer zip up my jacket. Cheeks red, I had asked the salesgirl to zip up my jacket for me, and she did so without any problems. By the time I left the store, however, the zipper had slid down to nearly my belly button. My boobs were just demanding to be seen, apparently.

I was fuming when I got to the library. I could see Julie's smirk before I even got to her.

"You bitch!" I said.

Julie looked at my chest and finally burst into peals of laughter. "Omigod!" she said. "I had no idea they'd get so big! That's perfect!"

"You can't leave me like this!" I said.

Julie sniffed and raised her chin. "Oh, yes, I can. My hair is still blonde, and it's growing. I can't dye it, and I can't even put a hat or scarf on it anymore. So you deserve whatever you get, wench."

"You better fix me, you bitch!" I said.

"Name calling? Bad idea, sweetie. Why don't you show me your boobs?" said Julie.

"I will not!" I said, as my hands pulled my jacket open and pulled my tank top up, exposing my huge bare boobs to Julie.

Julie glanced at my chest. "Nice tits," she said.

I looked at her stupidly for a moment, then suddenly squeaked and pulled my top back down as I realized what I was doing.

"Oh!" I said. "Omigod! Stop that! I mean it!"

Julie smirked again. "Or what? You're going to make me blonde? Hmmmph. I like you like this. I think I'll tell the science club that you'll flash anyone who asks to see your tits."

"Oh!" I said. "Don't you dare, Julie!"

Julie started walking towards the door, obviously leaving. "Good luck squeezing into the little room with that huge rack, sweetie," she said.

I followed her down the aisle. "Julie! Don't you leave me like this!"

I hadn't realized we were no longer alone in the usually deserted library until the three guys looked up at my statement. The looks on their faces at my words indicated they had misinterpreted me. Then they all gaped at my cleavage.

I stopped at the unexpected attention. Then I heard Julie's voice say, "Hey, Rachel, why don't you show them your tits?"

"Stop that!" I said to Julie through clenched teeth. "I'm not going to do that!" Then my eyes widened as I realized too late that that was exactly what I was doing. Their eyes were big and round as they stared at my swelled bare boobs. I squealed and yanked my top back down, then turn and fled back down the aisle.

The only good thing about the incident was that the humiliation inspired me to squeeze through the slight space into the little room. I had no intention of leaving until the library was empty, either. Gawd, I hoped I'd never see those guys again!

Having nothing but time on my hands, I decided to start flipping through the book to see if there was a reversal in there. Interestingly enough, the spells seemed to be different from what I had seen previously. It was like the spells changed according to who was looking at the book at any particular time. I started nodding after a while. I didn't find any reversals, but I had found something that would work just fine. In fact, what I found would be perfect.


The following day, I finally had to accept the fact that I could not get dressed unless I wore something that showed off a great deal of cleavage. I simply couldn't put a conservative top on. I sighed and put on another tank top. I jiggled helplessly and looked like a fricking over-endowed bimbo, but at least I could get to school.

Finally I saw Julie in the early afternoon, standing near the vending machines. Her blonde hair was such a contrast with her Asian features that she really stood out. She was also so distracted when I saw her that I had to say her name three times.

"Julie!" I said.

"Huh? Oh! It's you!" said Julie. Her hips wriggled slightly.

"Yeah," I said. I gave her a smirk. "What's wrong? You look kind of antsy."

She gave a high-pitched giggle. "Me? No, I'm fine. Really. Why? Are you looking to show everybody your-"

"No!" I shouted, my hands held up. "No, I was just checking on you."

"I'm fine. Fine! Alright?" she said. She cupped her ass with her hands unconsciously as her hips wriggled. "Don't you have a class or something?"

I chuckled. "Sure. I'll catch you later. See ya!"

I couldn't wait for class to end. As soon as it was over, I went back out to the vending machine area. Julie was still there, looking more distressed.

"Hi, Julie!" I said.

Julie turned to me. "What did you do to me? I'm so...so..."

"Horny?" I said.

Julie blushed. "Yes," she said.

"What was that?" I asked.

"Horny!" she said.

"You're horny?"


"Who's horny?"


"What about you?"

"Me so horny!"


"Me so horny!" she screamed. Then her eyes widened.

I laughed so hard I almost hurt myself. I hadn't actually thought I could do it, but it worked!

"Oh, wow, that sounds like a problem!" I said.

Julie's knees were pressed together. "Me so horny! Me so horny!"

I knew she was trying to get me to show my boobs, but all she could say was "Me so horny" right now. She was twitching in anxiousness now and her helpless arousal was obvious to everyone. A pretty, blonde-haired Asian girl screaming "Me so horny!" in a public place attracts attention, and Julie had a crowd growing.

Julie was pressed against me, lips parted. "Me so horny!"

A guy finally walked over and nodded. "Hi," he said. He glanced at my chest, then looked at Julie. "How you doin', babe?"

He wasn't going to win any prizes for originality, but Julie was all over him anyway.

"Me so horny! Me so horny! Fucky fucky! Me love you long time!" she said.

I was laughing so hard now that my huge jiggling boobs were attracting attention of their own. This would teach Julie not to cast spells giving me embarrassingly big boobs and forcing me to display them!

I knew it wouldn't always be this easy, but Julie wasn't used to trying to think while in heat, and she never had a chance. Not that it would have mattered anyway...she was going to stay like that until she orgasmed from sex. And she was going to end up in this condition every other day or so for as long as the spell lasted, which, if I was correct, would be a year. Unless she had sex everyday, of course. Heh.

The guy had a hand on Julie's hip, talking to her. "So, you want to go somewhere else, babe?" he said.

Julie giggled. "Yah! Yah! Me so horny! Fucky fucky!"

I smirked as they walked off. It was time for me to get home myself and see if I could figure out some way to reduce these silly boobs of mine.


My cell phone was going off what I assumed were microseconds after the guy had left Julie's place.

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