Misty

The College Years


So, now it was time for college and Misty's parents insisted
on a college with a superior reputation.  Misty had decided
on majoring in chemistry, minoring in biology a long time ago
and she had her choice of several with full scholarships.
She told her Mom she wouldn't be needing the benefits of her
"college fund" yet and just let it ride.  The one with the
best reputation was in another state and sadly that meant
Misty had to leave the comfort and security of the womb.  Her
parents were her best friends.  Now she was going to have to
make new ones.


Fortunately the roll of the die gave Misty a short, fat
totally unintimidating roommate, albeit she still had a D cup
and yes, she drank a lot of milk, but the D cup was situated
over a very rotund DD sized midriff.   Her parents got her
well-established and it was a traumatic experience for all of
them as this meant there little daughter was finally leaving
the nest.  So with tears and well wishes they parted.


Misty had a heavy schedule but she still had time for
lifting.  However there was no garage hidden from prying eyes
anymore.  She steeled herself and sought out the weight room.
 She peered in and oddly enough there were a sprinkling of
women in the gym and of course the men were even bigger here
than in high school.


She said to herself, "I've been working out for four years
and I'm not going to stop now", and went right to work.  This
time she had all new professional equipment to work out with.
 No more concrete weights.  This gym had Olympic bars.
Thanks to  her summer growth spurt she now towered 4' 11" and
weighed 95 #s.  Her frame had broadened and she was almost on
the verge of looking like a tiny woman except for the flat
chest but her stomach was taut and even showed two out of a
possible six pack.  When she looked at herself in the mirror
she was starting to think she had something worth looking at.
 Her ass was particularly pert and firm.  She knew that was
the second thing men looked at and her efforts had made
considerable progress.  She stopped wearing baggy workout
pants and started wearing baggy shorts to the gym.


"Mrs. Horne helped me in more ways than one", Misty thought.
"I'd never have acquired what self-confidence I have if it
wasn't for the weightlifting."


In college, along with her heavy load of science, she
acquired another personal interest and that was sports
medicine which branched into all manner of sports related
subjects included all the concomitant illegal performance
enhancing drugs, and everything else associated with growing
bigger and getting stronger.  It was a natural adjunct to a
solution she was determined to find.


Along this time, Misty wanted to start experimenting with
breast enhancing cremes.  She would have done this sooner but
she didn't want Mom to find out and least of all she did not
want to dip into her college fund because that stuff was
expensive.  If she wanted to tap into that for breast cremes
her mom would get curious.  Mom was sharp, she could never
pass that expense on as books so that meant one thing.  Find
a part-time job.  She could probably tutor as a junior or
senior because she didn't have enough college levels courses
under belt so she'd have to find something else in the
interim.


While running around the campus area, Misty discovered, Long
Wong's, a Chinese restaurant and it had a help wanted sign
out front.   She went in, spoke with Mrs. Wu and was hired on
the spot.  Mrs. Wu took a shine to Misty right off the bat
and she was quite willing to work around Mistys school
schedule.  Misty had to wear a Chinese, silken, formal dress
with fancy dragons sewn on the sleeves and such and Misty
rather liked it.  The slacks didn't fit at first but Mrs. Wu
had an extended network of family. She had a cousin that was
a retired tailor but still kept his hand in the business for
family.  Mrs. Wu set up a fitting appointment for Misty.


"This won't take me long", Chin reassured Misty.


The pants were form fitting afterwards and Chin Lu had to
admire his work as Misty tested the fit in his workroom.


"Anytime you need something altered, just give me a call",
Mr. Lu said.


"I don't want to be any bother", Misty said.


"Nonsense, I can only play so much Maj Jongg and I would much
rather help a pretty young lady then spend time with a bunch
of old men."


Misty brightened appreciably, "That's the nicest thing
anybody has said to me in a long time, thankyou Mr. Lu".


Aside from her parents, who were always saying how pretty she
was, this was one of the first times she received a
compliment on her appearance.  Of course, she was  generally
buried in multiple layers of clothing anyway.  In college,
she was starting to let her hair grow whereas in high school
she cut it short.


Her first year in college was incredibly hectic.  She was
handling her classes well, although between her homework, and
work at Long Wong's there wasn't much time for socializing
but she wasn't about to cheat on her workouts.  If anything
she might have made them briefer but much more intense and
she could always squeeze in 20-30 minutes of running here and
there.  She reserved harder workouts for the weekend.  During
the first half of her year she was earning enough money to
start experimenting with breast creams.  After a year and
half she had tried every single one on the market.  Nothing
budged.  Sure it was disappointing, apparently some women
were having some success if you could believe the affidavits
but she seemed to be totally resistant to any change via
breast creams.  After the first couple of creams she resigned
herself that this approach wasn't going to work but she tried
several more to be thorough.  After all, if researchers and
scientists quit after the first attempt, we would be short
quite a few modern miracles today.  She thought of herself as
two pancakes and a couple of raisins.


Not quite though.  The progress was quite slow but gradually
she was building a foundation of muscle.  As usual, Misty did
a lot of independent research and she was learning a lot
about the musculature of the body and how to make muscles
grow.  Naturally for women it was difficult unless of course
steroids were administered which have rather unpleasant side
effects on the female anatomy.  In addition, she wasn't any
more enamored with needles than the next person, in fact, a
lot less.  Of course there were oral steroids and she wanted
to become bigger in the bust and get stronger for that matter
too, however she considered the side effects in a
cost/benefit analysis and there was no question she had to
find another alternative.  And she wouldn't mind being taller
but it was probably too late for that.


The university gym was huge because it had a number of school
athletic programs.  She had free rein of all the equipment
and the gym had long hours.  All the professional equipment
allowed her to advance her training methods considerably over
the old, patched with duct tape, work out bench with cracked
plastic, concrete weights that Dad had in the garage.  But
she kept to herself all the time preferring to work solo.


Misty liked working with Mrs. Wu and they got along quite
well.  Mrs. Wu invited Misty to several family functions.
Mrs Wu didn't have a daughter of her own and she was taking a
stronger personal interest in Misty all the time.  Misty was
a waitress and the customers thought she was cute in her
costume.  At first Misty was a bit reserved, a little bit
nervous, but she discovered in general the more friendly she
was, the more she smiled, especially to men (with eye
contact) her tips tended to be more generous.  She realized
that if she could sway and wiggle her butt and bent over with
cleavage showing (this costume was buttoned at the neck) that
she might have earned huge tips instead she had an athletes,
round, perky butt on tiny, trim hips so there wasn't much
motion possible there.  She would have to compensate for the
lack of those feminine assets by showing off her smile and
simply being friendly.  Misty was the only Caucasian working
at Long Wong's.  Sometimes they got too busy but Mrs. Wu
wouldn't hire anybody else.  It was just Misty and three
other Wu family members for wait staff.


Mistys birthday was in May just before the end of the school
year.  Mrs. Wu had a surprise birthday dinner at the
restaurant in her honor.  There was extended family at the
birthday dinner most of whom Misty had seen coming and going,
half of whom she'd gotten to know but she was thoroughly
shocked and a little embarrassed at the attention.  Her host
asked for a toast and it surprised everybody that Misty
responded in Mandarin with an ancient proverb that wished
good health  and prosperity to everyone present.  An the end
of the dinner, Mrs. Wu got up, rung her crystal water glass
and said to all the guests present, in Mandarin, "Its time".
At which time all the guests became quiet and solemn.  This
took Misty a little bit by surprise and the mystery was
killing her when Mrs. Wu left the room and came back carrying
an intricately carved, ancient looking platter that looked
like it went back to the Han dynasty.  She set it before
Misty and on it was a very large, fortune cookie.


Mrs. Wu was a little breathless, "Misty, this is a very
special fortune, not like the mass produced fortunes we give
the customers.  It came all the way from China from someone
that specializes in fortunes.  A very talented and wise man.
Please open it."


Misty, gaped a little bit, looked around the table and
everyone was looking at her expectantly.  So she picked up
the fortune cookie and very carefully broke it.  Inside was,
a a tiny scroll with a miniature silver tassel.  She unrolled
it. The characters looked like calligraphy made with gold
ink.  The scroll was like ancient parchment.  Misty  admired
this fine piece of art then looked up and said, "Mrs. Wu, its
in Mandarin, I can't read it."


Mrs. Wu, made a small bow and said, "allow me."  Mrs. Wu very
carefully took the scroll and with great decorum and dignity
unrolled the scroll and addressed the family.  She first
spoke in Mandarin, then in English, "Patience will be
rewarded."  At which point a number of family members went
Ahhhh, after which socializing began at the table again and
everybodys attention was no longer riveted on Misty.  Mrs.
Wu, gave a slight bow and returned the scroll to Misty.


Misty was a little confused about this elaborate birthday
party, especially the presentation of the scroll but she
chalked it up to Chinese customs and how different there
culture can be and left it at that.


Misty didn't go home for the summer.  She had signed up for a
full slate of summer courses and she planned to continue to
work for Mrs. Wu.  she was on pace to complete college in
three years because she had also picked up a few credits
while in high school and had tested for credit as well.


During the summer Misty decided to experiement with Over the
Counter HGH, human growth hormone.  HGH wasn't supposed to do
anything to a grown adult other than help keep a person young
by maintaining vitality whether that be in the joints, skin,
retained muscle mass, quicker recovery and so on.  Misty kept
very careful records as usual and found that HGH did no more
for the growth of breast tissue than the breast cremes did
BUT she did notice that it accelerated her progress in the
gym.  She had packed on a couple more pounds of muscle which
Misty liked a great deal.  The progress was so slow that the
growth was barely noticeable, but what growth there was,
still encouraged Misty.  By the end of the first semester of
her second year she was still 4' 11" but now she weighed
101#s.  She was getting close to having the physique of a
sprinter.  Full, well developed thigh muscles, well muscled
shoulders and arms, and the beginning of a bodybuilders
chest.  Her best bench press was 130 #s now which was
extraordinary for a woman of her weight.  That was a
testament to how hard she worked not only in the classroom
but also the gym.  Misty didn't mess around.  Whatever she
put her mind to, she decided to apply herself fully.  Misty
looked with disdain on the women that frequented the gym and
typically used the machines with only one or two weights for
"toning" purposes.  "A complete and utter waste of time", she
thought to herself.  "They might as well stay home and lift a
full coffeepot off the table repeatedly for the same amount
of good it was doing them.  Instead of maximizing there
potential, they make every attempt to minimize it."


Christmas swept by with another visit to home and once again
at the end of the second year Mrs. Wu gave Misty another
birthday party.  Before the birthday party,  Mrs. Wu told
Misty to set an appointment with Mr. Wu to get measured for
another dress that was to be her birthday present from the
family.  Misty almost broke into tears when it was presented
to her by Mr. Wu.  It was black silk jacket embossed with
exotic, gold dragons and black silk slacks.  She looked
resplendent at the party.  Misty thought she might look like
Chinese nobility in an outfit like that as it came with
matching slippers.  Only the pants were form fitting.  The
jacket was loose, buttoned to the side and had a very high
neck line.  But the artwork was absolutely startling.
Sometimes it seemed as if the dragons would leap off the
jacket.  Its true in the time that she'd been working there,
she had developed some regular customers but Misty thought, I
can't help but be noticed in this outfit.  It was striking.


Misty was a little bit more prepared this year then last and
had prepared a slightly more verbose, toast in Mandarin to
reflect the honor which they were bestowing on her.  Although
Misty was curious she never asked Mrs. Wu  about why she
deserved such a big gathering.  "Are all birthdays celebrated
this way in the Wu household", she thought to herself?  This
time in attendance one of the great uncles from China was
present and he sat at the head of the table on the opposite
end.


Once again Mrs. Wu brought the huge fortune cookie with the
miniature scroll in it.  The fortune said, "If at first you
don't succeed, try, try again."    The great uncle stood
after the reading of the scroll and spoke to Mrs. Wu to
translate, as he couldn't speak a word of English, "remember
these proverbs in times of crisis",   he bowed, smiled and
sat down.  Once more the tension of the the reading had
passed and everybody began to socialize or drink again.  This
puzzled Misty more than ever because these were the most
mundane, ordinary, common pieces of advice which are freely
available and known at an early age to every American.  Why
they were wrapped in such mystery and ceremony she was at a
loss to understand but, oh well, she liked the attention and
the experience of the moment.


That summer was another heavy load of advanced classes and
she was qualified to offer tutoring.  She didn't want to quit
working at Long Wong's because they were like her extended
family now.  However, during the summer the class load wasn't
quite as full as during the regular semester so she signed up
and the pay was very good for tutoring some of the advanced
classes, $20 an hour.  Even her Dad didn't make that much per
hour.


During that summer something rather special began to happen.
There was a very ordinary looking guy with a big nose, blond
hair  that sat next to her in her Biophysics class and she
decided to let down her hair with him and open up a little.
She was ready to experiment.  He'd been making friendly
overtures for a while and she decided what the hell.  It was
a bit of a Mutt and Jeff situation as he was 6' 2"  but she
decided if they were discreet it wouldn't look to ridiculous.
 Robert cut a handsome figure and he wasn't all brains
either.  He was on the swim team.  Robert invited her to come
to a swim meet and she replied noncomittally so as not to get
his hopes up but she had decided to attend anyway.  When she
arrived it wasn't difficult to hide behind some big, fat
people and she paid rapt attention when it was Roberts turn
to warm up and line up at the blocks.  She really liked what
she saw including the bulge in his swim trunks.  From this
distance, she couldn't really be sure but it seemed like his
bulge was slightly bigger than the others.  Misty figured,
why not, since I don't have to compete for him it was time to
lead him on and see where things went.  Robert didn't win
that heat but he was in a medley that won for the school so
she would note that and mention it at the right time because
she was certain Robert didn't notice her in the stands.


The next day at class Misty congratulated Robert on his
success, and his face lit up, "You were there?"


"Oh yes, Robert, I had a good time."


This led to an invitation to study together then another for
walking together, even working out together but Misty still
had discomfiture over their size differences.  One time
Robert escorted  her to her dorm and Misty's roommate wasn't
there and just as Robert was getting ready to leave, Misty
said wait a minute, she got up from her desk chair, and
shoved the step stool (she used for accessing some storage
cabinets) over towards Robert, she casually walked over and
stepped on the stool, looked him right in the face,  "Thanks
for being such a good friend Robert." Wrapped her arms around
him and gave him a big kiss square on the lips.


Robert was quite unprepared for that development but he
gently enfolded her in his arms and responded with one of his
own gentle kisses.  They separated and smiled at one another,
Misty stepped down and said, "I'll see you in class."
"Right", Robert said and of course, Robert muddled through
the rest of the day unable to concentrate on anything.


Misty could see what effect she was having on Robert.   He
would steal glances at her in class and he was getting bolder
with his invitations.  Just like all her other experiments
Misty kept a notebook on this one.  How the relationship was
developing, the steps that were taken, the timeframe in which
it was happening and she decided that she needed to pick up
the tempo before the fall semester started.  There just
simply wouldn't be time for a boyfriend and practical as she
was she wasn't going to cut back on her sleep to accomodate
an experiment.


Late in the summer during the evening (Misty's roommate went
home for the summer), Misty decided to invite Robert in and
try some necking.  Misty was wearing her typical bulky but
light clothes (because it was summer) and they were trading
some wet kisses when Roberts hand strayed toward Mistys
chest.  Misty caught Roberts hand and said, "You don't mind
Robert if you skipped that part, do you, there's virtually
nothing there and I'm a little sensitive about that?"  Robert
looked a bit crestfallen but said, "Sure, sure, no problem."
 Misty intensified the level of the kissing and breathing and
pulled Robert back onto the bed on top of her.  She ground
her hips into his belly and because of the size difference
his growing bulge was down below her pussy so she couldn't
feel that growing against her.  Misty was really starting to
get interested in her experiment and she tried to remind
herself to remain detached but she wanted to cop a feel of
Robert's dick and for that matter, she'd never seen one in
the "flesh" before much less touched one.  So she withdrew
her hips and reached down and tried to grope Robert, and
said, "pull it out, left me feel it, let me see it."  Robert
was working up a head of steam, but he said, "all right", so
he sat up unzipped his pants and had to fight his underwear
to expose it because it was fully erect.


"Oh my, its so big, Robert."


Robert didn't know what to say so he just shrugged his
shoulders.


Misty, reached forward and grasped Roberts 8" hard on, at the
base and it dwarfed her hand, so she reached forward and
placed her other hand on top of the other hand and the head
was still exposed.  It was purple and angry.


"Is there a lot of pressure?", Misty asked quietly


"Not really", he said


"Well maybe I can help anyway"  Misty got around to Roberts
right side (Robert was sitting on the edge of the bed now),
because she was right handed and started stroking Robert from
the base to the head.  Misty didn't have soft hands because
she doesn't use gloves to weightlift.


"Tell me if I'm doing it right", Misty asked.


"Faster", Robert leaned back and thrust forward as if he was
driving his dick, deep into a woman.  "That feels good,
faster."


And within a few seconds Robert was breathing hard, "I'm
going to cum, I'm going to explode".


Hold on a minute, let me get a towel.  When she came back
Robert was grabbing his cock and she could see it throbbed,
it looked quiet massive and she couldn't see how that was
going to fit inside her.


She resumed her position on the bed beside Robert leaning
against him and she said "kiss me", so he craned down and she
resumed giving him a hand job.  Out of the side of one of the
wet kisses, Misty said, "use the towel before you explode."
So he picked it up in his left hand, started thrusting again
and said, "faster" and he exploded moments later.


They continued to neck with his pecker back in his pants but
this time he was pressing Misty to the bed and gradually
climbing and thrusting more and more aggessively.  Misty, was
in unexplored territory now and it was pretty exciting.  In
between the wild kisses she started to take her pants down,
which made Robert even more excited, which made Misty more
excited and Robert helped her with her pants which left only
her panties in place.  Then Robert clumsily got his pants
down around his knees which was where they were going to stay
because he still had his shoes on which of course were
dangling off the end of her single bed.  Robert was good and
hard now and was probing Mistys panties with his dick
thrusting gently always probing and Misty reached down to
position him for the best stimulation.  "Slowly, Robert",
which Robert would do for a few moments then quickly forget.
Misty was beginning to think that Robert was a virgin but
really didn't have enough second hand knowledge about how to
determine something like this because whenever boyfriends
came up in a conversation in school she quickly excused
herself.  But she had read a few romances to pick up some
pointers.  Mom & Dad never did the birds and bees speech with
Misty because she didn't seem to be interested in boys and
the boys didn't seem to "see" Misty whether it was due to
Misty's camouflage and reserve or whether the boys found more
interesting girls to pursue but Misty finally found a boy to
help her research some of the more intricate details.


Robert, was hoping and praying that Misty would get excited
enough to drop her panties and he thought, "how I do I get
this girl excited enough without being able to grope her
tits.  "Turn off the light", Misty whispered,  "turn on the
bathroom light and close the door half way.


Robert had a raging hard on but he thought it was a good
idea, then Mistys modesty would be covered and there might be
a chance at penetration.  He got up quickly, forgot about his
pants around his ankles and quickly fell down.  "I'll get it"
he mumbled.  He removed his shoes, pants and underwear as
quickly as his haste and building excitement would allow.
Misty, had to suppress a giggle so as not to enhance Roberts
embarrassment but once the pants and shoes were off he was
completely coordinated and Misty had to admire his physique
and the way that pulsing hard on was sticking straight up!


Misty welcomed Robert back to the bed with open arms and they
quickly resumed where they left off and soon, Misty was one
handedly trying to take her panties down and Robert knew that
was his cue, so he helped her take those off and quite
swiftly as well.  He went back to probing the area between
the legs and as he didn't really know what to do with his
hands he had them wrapped around Mistys head, neck and
shoulders most of the time or supporting his weight so that
he wouldn't crush Misty.  Misty was feeling pretty moist by
now so she figured it was time and he reached down and
aligned his cock with her pussy.


"Gently and slow, Robert, this is my first time."


Which put a hitch in Roberts momentum so he had to shift
gears and try to put a little more control into his passion.
It took a lot of gentle probing but eventually Misty was
starting to open up.  To date, nothing larger than two of
Mistys fingers had ever been in there at one time but only in
the name of science.   However this time the science project
was beginning to take on a life of its own.


"Slightly deeper", by now Robert had no more than his head
buried in her so he probed slightly deeper with his thrusts.
For Misty, it felt like she was trying to shove an eggplant
inside herself.  She thought, "shouldn't this be done in
steps, stretching exercises or something."  But it was
starting to feel pretty good.


"A little deeper, Robert" and they were both getting really
worked up now.  "I'm going to explode", Robert said.  He was
doing his shallow thrusts faster and faster.  "Not yet",
Misty whispered huskily, but it was too late, Misty was lubed
with his preejaculate and he buried his cock into Mistys
pussy in an orgasmic spasm, which made Misty grunt with pain,
and he thrusted heavily a second time pumping Misty with cum,
which caused Misty to scream at Robert to stop but it was to
late because Robert couldn't hear anything.  He was
piledriving Misty, ramming that tool into her vagina,
bruising her cervix as Misty's size wasn't meant to
accomodate Roberts entire length.  Misty realized Robert
wasn't going to stop until he was completely drained so she
grabbed his ears, shoved his head back and yelled, "Stop,
your hurting me".


The realization struck Robert at that point and he withdrew.
He became flaccid in record time and started to apologize,
"I'm so sorry, Misty, I didn't mean to, what can I do, I just
wasn't thinking, I didn't mean to", but Misty withdrew into a
fetal curl at this time, "God, that hurt Robert, you fuckin
idiot.  I said slow and gentle and you tried to drill for oil
in me."


Robert, was alarmed and in something of a panic, "Tell me
what to do, how can I help, anything!"


"You can put your pants back on and get out of here."


Quickly, Robert dressed, "Are you sure there isn't anything I
can do", Robert pleaded.


Misty had another stab of pain and gasped, then said, gently,
"No, Robert, you've done quite enough for one evening."


After Robert let himself out, Misty went to the bathroom,
took a long shower, douched and took some aspirin.  Misty
thought, "Well this is one experiment that went awry."


Misty resisted all of Roberts attempts to make amends and she
decided to put closure on it as her final school year was
beginning to start and she didn't want any distractions.  She
told him that she didn't want to see him anymore.  Robert was
typically a sweet, gentle young man and she knew he just got
carried away.  She could have made him her slave for that
matter, he felt that guilty about the pain he caused her but
it was a short-term experiment that couldn't interfere with
the rest of her plans.


Her final school year was the most difficult of all.  Lots of
courses with labs, an enormous amount of studying but she
wasn't about to sacrifice working out and running.  A lot of
nights, despite being physically and mentally exhausted her
mind would be whirling from the days events and if it was
difficult to fall asleep she'd use a technique that she
started back in junior high.  She'd picture herself in a big,
warm tub bath with fragrant bath oils and scented candles
burning.  Then she would command her breasts to grow one cup
size at a time while massaging and reveling in the feeling of
growth and swelling, the tightness in her breasts.  She never
got beyond a B cup before succumbing to sweet dreams of her
expanding breast.


Working out had become an essential part of her stress
relief.  Misty had added, vitamins, minerals and even
glutamine to her diet.  Creatine didn't agree with her
digestive system but she tried that too.  Because she had
been restricting her fat intake, eating mostly chicken, fish,
lean meat, no oils, butter and so on she was gradually
reducing her bodyfat and increasing her muscle mass.  She
realized as a woman, progress would be very slow but with
consistency and determination changes would eventually
happened.  By the end of her third and final year of college
she weighed 107 #s and could probably start going to amateur
bodybuilding  shows in the lightweight division.  There was a
large mirror in the bathroom in her dorm room.  "Damn."  It
was as if she was seeing herself for the first time.  "I'm
starting to look pretty good.  I've got to start showing some
of this off."  She figured she might not appeal to the big
breast crowd but there was certainly a contingent of men that
liked women lean and well muscled.  Unfortunately she was
still mistaken for somebodies kid sister fairly often because
of her petite frame.


The balance of the school year had been spent working her ass
off (literally) both in the classroom and the gym and working
at Long Wong's with a respite for Christmas and spring break
as she felt she earned some time off although the books
still came with her.  Unexpectedly, Misty got an invitation
to join another budding chemist to go to Mazatlan with her
and some of her friends.  She was a year ahead of Sherry, had
tutored her on an advanced chemistry course and they had
struck it off fairly well.  Misty, was flattered by the
invitation and asked if she could have a day or two to
consider.  She talked to Mrs. Wu if she could be spared for a
week and Mrs. Wu said, "don't be silly, you've worked very
hard, you deserve a week off."  Having cleared that hurdle,
Misty did some internet research on Mazatlan and it
inevitably showed bikini clad women on the beach gathering
some rays and then it struck her.  "Why not another
experiment?  I'll get a bikini!"


The next day, Misty enthusiastically accepted Sherrys
invitation.  Sherry said she'd take care of all the
arrangements.  Now all she had to do was get a bikini.  She
was already starting to feel nervous.  She'd never parked
herself in public semi nude before and then it dawned on her,
where the hell was she going to get a bikini in March?  She
called Mr. Lu.


"Misty, how nice to hear from you, why don't you call more
often?"


"I'm sorry Mr. Lu, you know how hectic college is."


"Oh, I do at that, and that should always be your top
priority, now is this a social call or is there something I
can do for you, Misty."


"Well, I uh, (Misty wasn't normally tongue-tied), spring
break is coming up and I'm going to Mazatlan and I need
something for the beach."


Mr Lu toyed with Misty, "Well do you want a mu mu?"


"no"


"A Sarong?"


"No"


"A kimono?"


"NO, Mr. Lu, I need a two piece bikini", Misty accidently
shouted.


"Oh, my dear well I'm glad you brought this requirement to me
as I know exactly how I can help you.  Always in the future,
please remember that, I, Mrs. Wu or anybody in the family is
always here to help you, please don't forget that."


Thoughtfully Misty said, "I will remember, Mr. Lu, your whole
family has always been very kind to me and I'm very
appreciative."


"Now my dear, Lucy can help you with this project."


"Lucy?, I thought Lucy was an accountant."


"She is my dear, she was apprenticed to me for some time
before she became an accountant and she is quite skilled.
She likes to do it as a hobby now and I'm sure she will be
more than willing to help you in this matter."


"Thanks Mr. Lu, I could kiss you."


"And I would like that, but more importantly, never feel
hesitant to call on me or Mrs. Wu when you need a hand."


"I will Mr. Lu, thanks"


Misty knocked on the door of Lucys home and Lucy peeked out,
"Please come in, I'm on the phone, just make yourself
comfortable in the workshop through the door on the left.
The workshop looked like an add on to the house and it was
filled with the trappings of the trade.  There were numerous
projects in various stages of completion.  Right away Misty
spotted the step stool that short people generally have
within easy reach.  Misty met Lucy before on a couple of
family occasions and she ate at the restaurant fairly often.
Lucy was a couple inches taller than Misty but figured she'd
need that step stool if she was working on American women
especially the younger generation.  Misty reflected, for that
matter I don't think anybody in the Wu family is over 5' 6"
A couple of the younger nephews and cousins maybe that but
there mostly a bunch of runts just like me.


In bustled Lucy and Misty exclaimed, "You seem to be pretty
busy already."


"Oh yes, but don't you worry, there is no rush on these other
things and actually a bikini doesn't take very much time.
What type of bikini did you have in mind?"


"A two-piece", (Misty wanted to show off her flat, hard,
lightly muscled midriff).


"Very good, lets look through a catalogue I have, you can
choose from among those and then we can look at some material
and then we take some measurements okay?"


They spent some time choosing the right bikini where the top
was a critical issue.    Misty wanted to broach the subject
of an enhanced bustline but was too timid to mention it, so
she just stabbed her finger at one of the choices and said
this one.


"Okay Misty, you're wearing a lot of clothes and I can't get
a good measurement that way.  Lets go into the bathroom, I'll
turn on the heater and we can look in the mirror."


Misty was getting nervous.  She'd always been very healthy
and never had stripped in front of anyone, not even a doctor.
 She removed everything down to her panties and left her
bulky shirt on.


Lucy was standing there with her measuring tape waiting but
it appeared that Misty wanted the measuring done with her
shirt on.


"Misty, if you want a bikini top you need to take off the
shirt so I can take a measurement."


"But I don't wear a bra."


"That doesn't really make any difference.  I cannot get an
accurate measurement with that bulky shirt and I intend to do
the best job I can but you'll have to work with me."


Misty, slowly unbuttoned her velour shirt and pulled it over
her head.


Lucy whistled, "Wow we could use you for a griddle at the
restaurant."


Misty turned bright red, and her face started to fade into
shame and embarrassment.  Lucy immediately realized that she
just traumatized Misty and quickly tried to cover up her
mistake.


Talking quickly, "Now look, Misty there are lots of women
that don't have much up top and I can make it look like
you've got a B cup and it will look extremely natural and no
one will know the difference.  You will be a knock out on the
beach"


Lucy started to circle Misty.


"Oh you've got a beautiful body, you must be an athlete, your
going to drive the men crazy, turn sideways here and look at
the mirror.  Look here at the curve of your butt, most
Chinese woman have flat butts and nothing up top, see look at
me, Lucy turned quickly and showed Misty her flat butt.
Confucius say something about sexy women have strong, well
rounded butts or something like that, I can't remember but
you are definitely sexy looking."


Misty brightened considerably and the flush disappeared from
her face.  "How can you make me look like a B cup?."


"Oh that's easy, I don't make the bras but I take the
measurements and send out for it.  There is a website on the
internet.  If I wanted, it could come back in next day mail
but they make a combination padded, fake breast bra that
jiggles a bit when you walk.  We'll incorporate that into
your bikini top and no one will be the wiser."


 Misty was absolutely ecstatic and she hugged Lucy tightly.
"Thankyou, thankyou, thankyou!"


"Oh goodness, not so tight, you are a strong girl.  Now what
color do you want?


"How about yellow."  Misty like daffodils


Lucy looked at Mistys pale form and studied her.  She had
skin that was egg shell white and the only area that had a
resemblence of color was her face and hands.


"May I make a suggestion.  If you want to make the biggest
impression you should have a white bikini and a dark tan.
Your a long ways from any kind of tan and you would burn too
easily."


Misty said, "I can fix that", remembering the way
bodybuilders use artificial tanning agents for there
contests.  "White is a good idea, lets go with that."


Lucy said, "Stand still so I can get those measurements."


Misty squealed, and danced up and down on her tiptoes, "I can
hardly wait."


"Settle down girl, so I can get started."


Misty got dressed, hugged Lucy again, although not as hard as
before and thanked her profusely all the way out the door.
As Misty was walking away Lucy called out that she would drop
it off at the restaurant when she was done.  Misty made a
note to send Lucy a bouquet of flowers with her check for
payment.  It was only $30 too.  The Wu family was always so
nice to her and Misty couldn't figure out why they chose to
"adopt" her.


After about 10 days and when Misty arrived for the dinner
shift at Long Wong's a package was waiting for Misty.  She
was so excited she had a difficult time concentrating on the
customers and couldn't wait to get home to try it out.  After
work, Misty sped home and opened her package, there was a
note inside.


"Any time you need anything, feel free to call on me, it was
a pleasure, Lucy"


She practically ripped off her clothes and put the bikini on
in record time and dashed into the bathroom to check the
mirror.  It fit perfectly and more than that the  pseudo
breast did jiggle if she had a spring in her step.  Misty
figured with a little practice she could get these little
babies to bouncing as she walked down the beach.  It was sort
of like a tube top that covered everything and wouldn't show
cleavage, but it did give the suggestion there was a bouncing
bosom underneath.


Only one thing left to do and that is apply the tan and there
was two weeks left to do that.  Misty had a difficult time
tearing herself away from the image in the mirror, first
twisting one way then another and admiring her hard earned
ass as the bikini bottom was definitely doing what it was
supposed to do.  She stored the suit and checked her mail and
coincidentally her tanning lotions had arrived the same day.
One was topical and the other was oral.  Misty did a bunch of
research on these two.  Some of these lotions leave an orange
tint but she was sure she got the stuff with the most
satisfying results and she started applying the topical that
night before going to bed.  Once more she had difficulty
going to sleep, this would be her first trip outside the
country, first trip to a beach, first trip to Mexico, first
college excursion; it was a first for a lot of things.   So
she concentrated on her favorite dream but substituted seeing
herself walking down the hard packed sandy beach with her top
becoming more and more stretched bouncing a little more with
each step and she quickly fell asleep.


Misty's busy schedule made the intervening time til Spring
break go by very quickly and it was time to grab the plane
with Sherry and a couple of acquaintances.  They were going
from cold country to the warm beach and by the time they got
off the plane in Mazatlan they were ready to switch into
shorts and tank tops or whatever.  They got a taxi to the
hotel which was right on the beach.  Sherry and Misty were to
share a room.  By the time they had got unpacked it was late
afternoon.


"I want to show my appreciation for your invitation, Sherry.
I can't tell you how much this trip means to me and how
excited I am to be here.  Let me buy you a drink of your
choice at the beach bar, (Misty had already read the list of
hotel services).  Let me change clothes and I'll be ready to
go.  Misty changed in the bathroom and Sherry changed in the
bedroom and when Misty emerged Sherry caught her breathe,
"Wow, Misty you...you look great in the bikini.  Where did
you get the tan"


"You really think so? Thanks, You don't look bad yourself,
the tan came out of a bottle and if I hadn't prepped a little
bit before hitting the beach I might have turned into a
cinder the first day."


"Sherry was a head taller than Misty about 5' 8" and also
relatively flat chested with perhaps an A cup.  She looked
good in her suit too but she wasn't as lean and well muscled
as Misty.  An ordinary looking brunette, she had to wear
glasses to see anything that wasn't right in front of her
face but she had a pretty smile when she chose to use it.
They brought some towels and, sun lotion and sunglasses with
them and told their friends in the room next door where they
would be and they headed for the beach.


The place was swarming with college kids on spring break.
There was a volleyball game in progress with a mixed group
and they decided to park themselves and watch from underneath
the shade of a cabana.


One of the college boys spotted Misty and Sherry and then he
did a double take.  During a break in the play he sauntered
over and asked if they wanted to play.  Misty said, come on
Sherry it'll be fun.  "What's your name?"


"My name's Jeff"


and Misty made the introductions, "but first I need some sun
lotion on my back, do you mind?"


"No, not at all, let me help you with that."


Jeff came down with a few other boys and this led to one
invitation after another but not only from Jeffs group.
Sherry and Misty circulated as much as possible while wearing
there bikinis.  Misty's practice had paid off and she was
getting the most motion possible from her newfound breasts.
Misty bought a set of mirror sunglasses so that nobody could
see her eyes and she was always observing the young men to
see where their attention was riveted.  She noticed that if
there weren't any big breasted women in the vicinity or
taller women with equally fit figures then she was usually
the center of attention.  If Sherry and Misty were walking
together Sherry would be looked over but there attention
usually rested on Misty and if she had to formulate a theory
she figured it was the bouncing boobs and her athletic figure
which tipped the scales in her favor.  That was one axiom
that Misty had to add to her male postulates.  Never
underestimate the power of bouncing boobs.  And there was a
tremendous amount of foot traffic on the beach.  Big boobs, D
or larger were pretty rare Misty noticed but when they were
on display, she noticed it caused quite a stir amongst the
men.  She also noticed that the bigger the boobs were, in
general mind you, the bigger the waist and hips as well.  She
couldn't carry a notebook around all the time so these were
just general observations that she accumulated over time.
Once a buxom woman that wasn't fat was playing volleyball and
gradually more and more men were gravitating towards the
court as spectators.  Misty noticed all of this and more.
Misty also noticed something else that was peculiar.  During
this trip to Mexico and her brief flair with semi-nudity she
seemed to attract big men.  Big to her at least where she'd
get a kink in her neck looking at these guys.  (Where are all
the normal sized guys or did the hormones in cow milk just
grow the younger generation bigger?)


They had a great time that week.  Misty didn't think she
would get that much attention even with her new tube top
(which she wore everywhere, either as part of her two piece
bikini or under shirts when they went to eat at restaurants
or to other bars).  The only think Misty didn't try was water
skiing because she was afraid she might lose her top if she
fell off the skiis and plowed into the water.  Sherry and
Misty became good friends sharing this adventure together.
The only misadventure was there two other friends got a nasty
sunburn the day after they got there which put them out of
commission for most of the balance of trip until Sherry had
located some aloe vera.


After returning back to school, life couldn't have been any
busier because there was only two months left till finals,
then graduation for Misty.  She asked Mrs. Wu for a week off
from work prior to finals so she could cram and she also
volunteered to help Sherry study for a couple of her classes.
 But she could certainly spare an evening in the middle of
all this for her third and perhaps final birthday celebration
with the extended Wu family.


Misty wore her black silk/gold dragon outfit and there were
more people in attendance than ever before.  This time there
were FIVE relatives from China and it was a resplendent
feast.  Mrs. Wu had even closed the restaurant for this
occasion.   Misty was more mystified than ever before as to
why the Wu family would honor her so, just because she worked
at the restaurant and was "adopted" so to speak.  "I'm just a
college student", Misty thought, "Why are they doing this for
me.?"  It wasn't long before she found out.


Grandfather had already been introduced to Misty and he sat
at the head of the table with several venerable uncles.
After dinner was finished, he stood up and the entire table
became quiet and there must have been 40 people in
attendance.  Mrs. Wu went to his side to translate.


"I want to tell you a story", he said.  "Many years ago as a
young man, I saved another young mans life.  He was a very
special young man as he was a fortune teller that discovered
his talent at a very early age.  His reputation grew and he
also accurately foretold the emperors fortune for which he
was richly rewarded.  He fled the country before communism's
iron fist took control but he has never forgotten the
assistance I gave him so he chose to give me and my family
one fortune telling per year for as long as he and I live.
Sometimes it would arrive by a special messenger, often a
monk, sometimes by other mysterious means.  Eventually he
returned to China when the time was right.   Generally I
assign the fortune telling to someone in the family who needs
it the most.  The last two years I have given it to you Misty
because it was prophesied that you would come into and have
great influence on our lives.  It was prophesied that you
would have an impact on the Chinese people, however, as far
as fortune tellings go the tellings given to you are more
imprecise and vague than most because Master Zi has never met
you and you are half a world distant.  Master Zi said that in
order to provide a profound telling he would need your
picture and something personal.  You left a hair brush here
at the restaurant and we provided a picture.  So it is with
mixed emotions that I provide you with the last telling."


"Last telling?  Why will it be the last telling."


"Because Master Zi will die before another year passes."


"I'm sorry."


"Don't be, Master Zi led a long and fruitful life and his
gift has led us to you.  Please reveal the last telling."


Misty was befuddled, perplexed and more but she figured she
could try to puzzle these events out later and attend to the
business at hand.  This time it was a much bigger scroll and
it wasn't in a fortune cookie.   Misty gasped, the scroll was
in an ornately carved ivory tube.  It had dragons on it and
what seemed like little figures that were like pharmacists as
they were working with mortar and pestles.  "The
craftsmanship is exquisite, please, I don't know why I
deserve this, I just wait tables, I don't know if I can
accept this."


"Misty", Grandfather said, "You must accept this, nothing
will change if you don't but you must know how deeply
indebted we are to you and you cannot refuse this."


"But I haven't done anything!"


"Time will make the difference.  Please, open it and Mrs. Wu
will translate it for you."


Mrs. Wu pulled the scroll out of the ivory case with great
decorum and ceremony, "Look to the orb of a new dawn."


Misty addressed Grandfather, "The sun will shine tomorrow, so
what Grandfather, it does every day, what does it mean?!, she
said on a rising note.


Grandfather said with understanding in his voice, "I don't
know what it means any more than you, but remember those
words in the time of your greatest need."


Misty reflected for a moment, remembered the occasion,
"Thankyou, Grandfather, I am honored."


Grandfather smiled and proposed a toast, everyone stood and
raised there goblets to Misty, "In your time of need we shall
not fail you."


Misty had prepared a more elaborate toast but was too
flustered to recall her rehearsed speech and gave the short
form instead, "To your health and prosperity."


Misty had a tough time striking the mysterious and
strangeness of her birthday party from the upper levels of
her consciousness so that she could concentrate on finals but
she dug in and applied herself like never before.  But also
practicality demanded that she find a safe place for her
treasured artifact/antique/heirloom/artwork or whatever
category it fell into.  She couldn't store it in her dorm so
she took an hour and opened a safety deposit box and made a
note to research Master Zi when she had the time.


With few distractions, Misty did better on the finals than
she thought she would and Sherry did well also.  Now it was
just a matter of waiting for the final grades to be tallied
to see where she ended up.


There was an on campus job fair in a couple weeks after
graduation and she wanted to go to that but first was the
graduation and although she really didn't care about the pomp
and circumstance she realized this would make her parents
delirious with pride and happiness.  It was the least she
could do for Mom and Dad.


The final figures came down and it was a tie for summa cum
laude between Misty and a Mathematics major.  It went to a
tiebreaking committee and they gave it to the other person
based on extracurricular activities.  Misty wasn't
disappointed at all.  Now she didn't have to do a stupid
keynote speech and tell everybody how they were the key to
the future and all that rot. She didn't think she was capable
of writing a melodramatic, inspirational speech anyway.