Ruptured Reality

It was January of my senior year in high school. Things should have been coming to an end. My classmates were primarily focused on things like senior trip, college applications, prom, and graduation rather than schoolwork. At least that's how it was before the accident.

My parents were both professors at a nearby college. Their work never interested me, yet I found myself front and center at their latest demonstration. Their department had finally finished constructing a particle accelerator. Science was not my area of expertise, in fact, I was not that good a student in any subject area. Everything went over my head. My Mom explained how the massive contraption worked, what it was used for, and the purpose of their research. Each time she spoke, it flowed in one ear and out the other. I didn't understand. There were several other particle accelerators in the United States, big deal.

My Dad held me close as they ran the first test. I was annoyed. Everyone else was excited. I was being treated like a kid at bring your child to work day. My Mom paraded me around to all her coworkers while my friends were hanging out at school. It wasn't fair. Why did I have to be there? I didn't understand what was going on or appreciate whatever it was that they accomplished. Suddenly, a flash of light blinded me. The room went dark. I felt the touch of my Mother's hand holding mine. I couldn't hear anything. A mystic blue glow appeared in the middle of a vast sea of darkness. The glowing aura quivered in place. It looked like a shimmering liquid. The blue light extended downward as if slicing through the air. The vibrating coloration made no noise. I turned to my Mom. She was gone. I squeezed her hand, I felt it there, though I couldn't see her. There was nothing but blackness and a blue glow that seemed like a rip in the darkness.

Everything went back to normal. I could see and hear everything in the room. My Mom was still clutching my hand while my Dad held my shoulders. The blood drained from my face. Nobody else looked scared. My parents and their coworkers continued talking as if nothing had happened. It occurred to me that they didn't experience the same strange shockwave, darkness and glow. They never mentioned it. I stood, trembling in a room filled with celebrating adults. The car ride home was no different.

What the fuck? I was the only one who saw that shit? Before bed, I was convinced I was insane. I questioned my parents countless times that night but I was met with talk about hydrogen and hadrons. Nothing they said was similar to what I experienced. Maybe I imagined it?

The next day I was back at school. My friends didn't tease me about missing school for my parent's work event. They actually thought it was cool. Some had even applied to their university, God they were nerds. It was odd how normal the day was. Breakfast, drive to school, homeroom, first block, second block. Nothing out of place, no strange visions. Everything was the same as before. The only problem was that it was ten minutes before lunch and my calculus teacher was droning on and on. A single minute in calculus was a lifetime of torture. The only thing that helped was the teacher. This chick was a textbook bombshell. Her name was Ms. Amara. She was young, with long blonde hair, pretty face, light olive skin, perky breasts, round ass, thin waist. Ms. Amara had an hourglass figure that could clearly be seen in every dress she wore. As a teacher she didn't show off much skin but it was obvious she had a killer body.

I glanced at the clock above the door. Only a minute had passed. My stomach growled. Luckily, Ms. Amara was still talking about derivatives or whatever the hell so no one heard my stomach howling. "Relax, just ignore the lesson and stare at her chest for a bit and before you know it, it'll be lunchtime," I thought to myself. This was obviously one of several reasons why my calculus grade was so low. It was hard to pay attention to math with such a sexy teacher. I obeyed my own command and zoned out, admiring Ms. Amara's impressive bust. My dick grew erect as I stared at her tits. It was winter which meant my boner was well concealed in my long pants. Ms. Amara only showed a bit of cleavage, though it was enough to distract me. It looked like she was easily a DD cup at least. I wished they were bigger so I could see a little more cleavage action. Either that or if she could wear a lower cut top, that would be great. As I thought about Ms. Amara's breasts I realized she was showing more cleavage than before. I smiled. She must have moved in a way that repositioned her dress to show off her chest more. My dick grew stiffer as I daydreamed about Ms. Amara. Her tits looked so round, soft, perky, and perfect. Well, if they were a bit bigger than they would've been absolutely perfect. Not that they weren't big but it would've been hotter if they were so big that they could barely be contained within her tight, bright green dress.

Ms. Amara paused. The class waited for her to continue. A look of confusion spread across her face. All of a sudden, she seemed nervous. Her speech was softer. She stammered, saying, "um" and "uh" more frequently. The class exchanged puzzled looks. Was she ok? Ms. Amara blushed and continued onto the next equation. Finally, I noticed it. Her boobs were bigger! They were practically spilling out of the top of her dress! It was just like I had imagined, deeper cleavage with her big tits looking as if they'd pop right out of her top. How was that possible? A moment ago they were normal, completely covered, barely any skin showing. The rest of the class didn't seem to notice. They could tell she was acting odd but they didn't know why. I mean who would ever guess that the reason was her breasts spontaneously grew?

That sentence sounded dumb inside my head. That's not possible. I must have been seeing things. Maybe it was just like that glowing light yesterday, I saw it but nobody else did. Except that wasn't true. Nobody saw or reacted to that light yesterday but Ms. Amara was definitely reacting to her suddenly larger boobs. The class was also reacting to her reaction. Eventually, I heard one dude whisper to his buddy about how huge Ms. Amara's tits looked. That confirmed it wasn't just me. It was real. It was happening. The question was, how?

The bell rang for lunch. Ms. Amara breathed a sigh of relief. Sweat dripped down my forehead. The sudden change in her breasts, it couldn't have anything to do with me? Did it? I was thinking about them being bigger when it happened. I pushed the thought out of my head. She was embarrassed and startled, I didn't want to be responsible for that. I grabbed my lunch out of my backpack and sat down with my friends. The food and company didn't distract me. Shouldn't I figure out if I did that to Ms. Amara? If I did have something to do with it, that meant I possessed some type of astounding, life-changing ability. It would be awful if I had this tremendous power and I never discovered it simply to deny responsibility for that one instance with Ms. Amara. "Let's be real here," I told myself, "I don't have magical powers so there's no harm in trying to repeat what happened right?"

My sandwich sat untouched on my napkin. I was too nervous to eat. Blood rushed out of my face. I could feel my skin turn ghost white. I scanned the cafeteria. To my left there was a whole table of girls my age. Most of them were smoking hot, not the type to ever give me the light of day. My thoughts ran wild. I could try it with one of them. Our paths would never cross. I won't feel guilty if it works, it won't work anyway, will it? I took a deep breath. My gaze fell on Ashlyn, a blonde-haired, blue-eyed hottie with a bit of a reputation for being a slut. She was wearing a white tank top showing off plenty of skin. I focused on her tits. They were much smaller than Ms. Amara's with Ashlyn's being about a B cup. I imagined them bigger, swelling up to a D cup to really fill out that top. It happened right before my eyes, almost in sync with my thoughts. Her tits were bigger. It was plain to see. Ashlyn's shirt now exposed her midriff as it strained against her expanded chest. My cock was instantly hard. She looked so hot with her big tits on display, a small, flat tummy exposed and modest grey sweatpants covering up everything else.

My heart pounded in my chest. The drum of my heartbeat echoed in my head. I avoided eye contact with Ashlyn's entire lunch table. I panicked and ate my sandwich nervously. There was no way they could know it was me yet I felt so scared like at any second they'd figure it out and call me a pervert. I'd be kicked out of school! Their whispering didn't help either. The girls definitely noticed their friend's larger bust.

"Do you need to borrow a bra? You don't look too comfortable," one girl asked.

"Are you on your period Ash? Your tits look huge today!" another girl commented.

"Fuck, I don't know. They weren't like this earlier," Ashlyn blushed. I maintained eye contact with my lunch. It was hard not to overhear their conversation. "Holy shit my, my bra actually broke!" Ashlyn gasped. I glanced back over to see Ashlyn peering down her shirt. Her friends giggled.

"I got you! You can borrow my gym clothes," Cassidy smirked.

"I, um, I'll take Skyler's actually. I don't think we're the same size anymore Cass," Ashlyn stammered. She placed her hands on her tits outside of her shirt and lifted them up feeling their new weight. The girls erupted in laughter. Cassidy turned beat red.

"No, they couldn't have gotten that big that fast!" Skyler giggled. "Was Jake feeling them up earlier or something?" she teased.

"Fuck off, no way!" Ashlyn spat.

I turned away from them. Some of my friends were smirking as they had overheard the conversation too. Lunchtime was a blur. My sandwich was gone. I didn't remember eating it, I was thinking so much. What happened to me? How do I have the power to increase the size of a girl's tits? This caught me off guard. It sounded absurd. What an oddly specific ability. Further testing was needed. Ashlyn had changed her top and presumably her bra too. I watched her head back to her lunch table. Before she sat down, I imagined her ass getting thicker and rounder. Ashlyn had a flat behind. A nice bubble butt would make for an excellent improvement. In seconds, it was there. She had a curvy, plump butt. Her sweatpants were now tight around her ass. "Incredible," I thought to myself, "it's not just boobs, I could-"well I had no clue what I could do.

The more I used my newfound ability the more confident I became. By the end of third block, I was no longer scared of using my powers. There was no way anyone could trace it back to me. I felt my teenage hormones surge within me, imagining all the girls in my grade with their bodies molded into my image of perfection. I had to keep things simple though, I didn't want to make a scene. It would be horrible if the school found out that random girls were changing drastically. If it were smaller, subtle changes nobody would suspect a thing.

Unfortunately, I lost sight of this pretty quickly. My logic and reasoning was no match for my insatiable 18-year-old hornyness. Fourth block was gym. Although it was held indoors in the winter, we were still required to wear shorts and short sleeves. Halfway through class I had already altered the bodies of five girls. It was horrible, I know, but I couldn't control myself. A tall brunette, Emily, had an amazing body with huge tits and a thick ass. I thought she looked so sexy but there was something missing. A chubby little belly pooch would make her so much sexier. I imagined her tight, white belly bulging forward, curvy like the rest of her. As Emily walked with her friends her tummy expanded forward just a tad. They didn't seem to notice. It looked like she had a food baby. I loved it. Emily was now extra voluptuous and sexy. That was the first time I altered something besides a girl's ass or tits. I couldn't wait to find out what else I could do.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted one of the hottest girls in my school: Queen. She was one of few African American students at my school. Queen was beyond hot, thick thighs, bubble butt, C cup tits, she was trim and curvy at the same time with a crystal clear complexion as well. Her beautiful black skin was flawless, her eyes deep like outer space and the soft facial features of an angel. It was a good thing I wasn't dating her or else I'd definitely put a baby in her. A terrible thought crept inside my head that I couldn't shake. Could I do that? Not by hooking up with her, but with my powers. Could I alter someone's body to make them pregnant? Sweat trickled down my neck. I knew what I was about to do was extremely wrong. I have no excuse for my actions. Queen jogged up to a water fountain to take a drink. Her tight workout clothes partially exposed her tummy. I imagined her belly bigger, not pudgy and jiggly like Emily's new cute tummy, but tight and perfectly rounded like the globe of a pregnant woman's baby bump. At first nothing happened. Queen drank from the water fountain unaware of my actions. I didn't give up. I focused on her black belly, her skin so soft and smooth. Suddenly, it began to swell outwards. Although I knew it was me doing it, it looked as if every sip of water was making her belly grow. I was speechless. If I had the power to make babies out of nothing, what couldn't I do?

Queen kept drinking from the water fountain oblivious to her expanding midriff. Her tummy grew and grew until it almost stuck out as much as her tits. That's enough, I thought to myself. As expected, the growing ceased immediately. Out of everything I had done so far, this blew me away the most. Queen's baby bump was noticeable though it wasn't too large. It actually looked good on her. I admired the tight skin and gentle curve of her swollen belly. It was impossible not to get turned on. She looked like a milf with her tight, dark green short shorts hugging her curvy ass and her gold top being pushed up by her round belly. My heart skipped a beat. I never knew pregnancy could look so sexy.

Queen wiped her mouth with her hand. She peered down at her tummy. Fuck she noticed, I thought. Although her tits obstructed her view of her belly, she knew something was up. Queen rubbed her stomach with one hand, feeling the round swell that wasn't there moments before. She played with the baby bump as she discovered it wasn't flabby, but firm. A perplexed expression took over as she inspected her bloated belly. She held the bottom of her stomach to feel its weight. It didn't move much as it was not a malleable, pudgy tummy. It was a baby bump. I felt terrible. What did I do to her? She didn't deserve to suddenly be pregnant. I had to undo it.

I focused on Queen's sexy pregnant belly. I imagined it shrinking down to the flat stomach it had been seconds earlier. Nothing happened. I tried again. Still nothing happened. When altering other girls I had full control, size, shape anything I imagined I could do. If I made a girl's ass too big by accident, I could make it smaller. I could make any adjustment I wanted. Except this time I couldn't seem to get rid of Queen's pregnant belly. My heart sank. Was she going to have to give birth and raise a baby? I instantly got a headache. I had fucked up worse than I thought possible. Meanwhile, Queen tugged on her top to try and cover her belly. It only made it just above her belly button. Her midsection wasn't big enough for it to be obvious that she was pregnant but it was obvious that she had a rounded tummy. Queen caught me staring. She blushed and continued her jog, running away, leaving me behind to think about what I had done.

The worst was yet to come. I didn't learn my lesson. Although, I knew what I was doing was wrong, I couldn't stop myself. I lied to myself trying to make it seem as if it wasn't a big deal and Queen probably wasn't actually pregnant. It wasn't long before I used my newfound abilities again. After the final bell rang, I packed up my backpack and headed to my car. Along the way I heard a commotion in the parking lot. Some girls were crowded around a parking spot near my car.

"My parents are at work and the buses left, what am I supposed to do?" cried a feminine voice. It sounded familiar. My heart skipped a beat. It was Queen!

I slowly approached. The group of girls were right behind my car, gathered around the back of this girl Cindy's car. They were in the way, preventing either of us from leaving.

"Look, I can't be seen with you like that," Cindy complained. My keys jingled in my hands. The girls didn't notice. Cindy was a stereotypical valley girl type. She was on the dance team with Queen. Most of those girls had a reputation for being mean.

"Nobody's gonna see us, you're just driving me home. Come on! You're supposed to be my ride home all year!" Queen argued.

"Yeah but everyone will see you in school tomorrow won't they," Cindy reminded. "I don't want to be associated with someone with that thing!" She pointed to Queen's belly. She had changed out of her gym cloths and was now wearing an orange long sleeve top and blue jeans. The jeans looked way too tight, so much so that she couldn't zipper or button them. A decent amount of her pregnant belly hung over her pants. Her shirt was not long enough to cover it completely. She wasn't big but definitely too big for those clothes. I pieced together the situation. Cindy thought Queen was getting fat and didn't want to be seen with her because she's a shallow bitch.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? I didn't have this gut yesterday or this morning when you drove me to school! Come on, you fucking know that. I'm just bloated or something, God!" Queen screamed.

The girls giggled. "You're bloated in your tits, ass, thighs, and arms too?" another girl, Lindsay, commented.

"I don't think she knows what bloated means, bloated and fat are different things sweetheart," spat Cindy.

Queen's face turned red. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Arya, can you drive me home?"

The tiny Indian girl laughed. "No, I don't think I will," she said with a smile.

"Lindsay?" Queen begged.

"No way," Lindsay snapped.

My blood boiled. Queen was being bullied because of the belly I gave her. Those girls were so cruel. She was so hot, and her belly wasn't that big. They didn't know what they were talking about. It dawned on me; I was right. They didn't know, but I bet I could teach them.

The group of girls laughed as Queen's eyes watered. Suddenly, Cindy stopped laughing. A pop sound brought their attention away from Queen and onto Cindy. It was the button for her jeans. It flew right off. Cindy shrieked. Her belly was rapidly expanding outward! It became too much for her pants to bare, the zipper broke apart, revealing her white panties.

"Oh my God, what's happening?" Cindy cried. She grabbed her ever-growing stomach. Her shirt couldn't hide her belly, it rose further up her body. It didn't help that her tits were growing too. Soon her bra snapped from the pressure. "Help me, it's not stopping," Cindy screamed as she turned to her friends for help. Her eyes went wide. Cindy's friends weren't paying attention to her. They were having problems of their own.

"Holy shit!" Arya gasped. She clutched her breasts, each one was suddenly massive. They didn't stop growing. Arya watched in horror as her shirt lifted up until it barely covered her tits. It didn't take long for her boobs to swell to the size of watermelons. They were so ridiculously large that Arya had to hold them up, one enormous brown tit in each hand. Her poor shirt was being stretched to its limit. The slight creaking of a rip emanated from her shirt. The bountiful flesh of Arya's tits reduced her shirt to a mess of torn fabric covering less than a bra would. The cold Winter air flowed against Arya's now exposed belly and back. She shivered. Her huge nipples poked against the remaining fabric.