THE MONKEY'S PAW
by Mighty Lingster
She grows as big and muscular as her huge breasts.

  We all have our crosses to bear, and Melanie Gainer's crosses were 
heavy indeed.  Suffering from gigantomastia (tremendously large breasts) 
since the age of 12, Melanie had come of age with men's stares fixed 
always upon her.  Her bosom was truly enormous.  At 5'4", she estimated 
from talking to other women that her weight with average endowments 
would be no more than 110 pounds.  She weighed 145.  Now, at 25 years of 
age, she noticed that her breasts were beginning to lose their firmness, 
and her back was nearly always sore.

  Occasionally she would arch her back and let her enormous breasts 
stand out, but as she grew more disgusted with her freakish ampleness, 
she posed less and less often.

  Surgery was an option, but with the great volume of tissue involved, 
it seemed a poor one.  Involved in a support group for women with her 
problem, she had met several erotic dancers.  While all had insisted 
that Melanie, far and away the largest and most encumbered of the group, 
could be an enormous success in their business, she was reluctant to 
display her breasts, of which she was secretly embarrassed, to the 
public at large.  Instead she dressed in clothing designed to conceal 
her shame and worked out of her own home.  So intimidated was she by 
men's stares that she rarely left her apartment during the day, and 
never dated.

  Melanie was very weight-conscious, as any excess fat tended to 
accumulate in her breasts.  She exercised frequently and was in fairly 
good physical condition.  The day came, though, that she realized her 
life had to take a new turn, that she could not continue along the path 
her life had taken.  She sat up all night, a bottle of sleeping pills in 
her hand.  "So easy," she thought, "so easy to end it all right now.  I 
wish there was another way."  Instead she fell asleep of her own accord, 
but awoke the next morning with thoughts of suicide still foremost in 
her mind.

  She went about her business in the early part of the day, but near 
noon there came a knock on the door.  Melanie went to the door, silently 
cursing her cowardice when she saw that it was her local UPS courier, 
and ran to the nearest mirror.  She neatened her hair and returned to 
the front door.  The UPS man was a frequent visitor, as Melanie needed 
to custom order most of her clothes, and he never stared at her breasts.  
She longed for him, for his pleasant smile, his powerful muscles, and 
his neat uniform.  Though he was the secret object of her desire, she 
was nonetheless terrified of him, as she was of all men.  Without saying 
a word, she quickly signed the receipt, took her package and slammed the 
door.  "See you soon, Miss Gainer!" she heard him say as he turned back 
down the front walk.

  Throwing the box on her couch, she ran to her bedroom as she always 
did after his visits.  She pulled her vibrator from its secret hiding 
place and spent the next 20 minutes in a fevered, sweaty visit to a 
world in which she and the UPS man could be as one.

  After regaining her breath, Melanie returned to the living room to see 
what her secret love had brought.  She was disgusted upon opening it to 
find a severed animal limb of some kind, with three grotesque, 
desiccated fingers extended.  After a few minutes examination, she 
decided it was a monkey's paw.  Next to the paw in the box sat a note on 
which was written only two words: "Three Wishes".  She reached in and 
pulled the note out.  On the reverse side it read, "This Monkey's Paw 
will grant its holder three wishes.  To employ its power, the paw must 
be held at arm's length and the wish explained and stated clearly.  Once 
a wish is made, it cannot be stopped or undone"

  She gaped at the horrid package with its horrid cargo, disgusted with 
herself and the anonymous person who had sent it to her.  Placing the 
small box on top of a shelf, she tried to put it out of her mind.

  Three days later, the UPS man returned.  Melanie timidly opened the 
door, as always, but was horribly surprised when he handed her a small 
bouquet of flowers with her package.  "Those are for you, Miss Ga...
Melanie,"  he stuttered nervously.  Time seemed to freeze around Melanie 
Gainer, and her fear grew exponentially with each second that should 
have passed but did not.  "I....I...." she exploded, "CAN'T!!" and then 
she slammed the door.

  She ran to her room and sobbed for over an hour, and then she knew 
what she had to do.

  Calmly walking across the living room, she pulled the Monkey's Paw 
from atop its shelf, held it arm's length, and said, "My breasts are too 
large for my body, I wish my physical development was more 
proportional."  She watched amazed as one finger of the paw slowly 
curled back, until just two remained extended.  

  Dropping the box, Melanie ran to the mirror, disturbed to find no 
change in her enormously and tragically overdeveloped breasts.  She 
stood there for the rest of the afternoon, all garments removed, growing 
more and more distressed as her bustline remained unchanged.

  Eventually she went to bed, but awoke the next morning feeling 
unrefreshed.  She walked, naked, to the mirror, but was thrilled when 
she realized that her breasts did seem somewhat smaller than they had 
the night before.    

  She examined them intensely to be sure of her conclusion.  Strangely, 
when she looked down at her breasts, they seemed even larger than 
before, but when she looked in the mirror, they seemed smaller.  

  Delighted, she returned to her room to get dressed.  She immediately 
put on the dress that the UPS man had brought the day before, but was 
upset to find that it was too tight, and perplexed to find that its 
tightness wasn't in the usual places, but rather in the shoulders and 
the thighs.  Resigned to returning it, she tried on another, older 
dress.

  It was too tight, as well.

  Melanie proceeded through her entire wardrobe, all of it too small for 
her.

  It was clear to her what had happened.  Her wish had been poorly 
phrased, instead of her breasts shrinking to be more proportionate, her 
entire body, except for her breasts, was growing.  The development of 
the pectoral muscles beneath her breasts, however, was making them seem 
larger than they had before, from her perspective.   

  She began examining herself in the mirror, and soon discovered that in 
addition to growing taller, her muscles were developing, too.

  Her breasts were vastly larger than the average woman's.  If her wish 
was taken literally, she realized, she would become far larger and 
stronger than the average woman, as well.  And the effects of the wish 
could not be reversed.  Terrified, she realized that there was nothing 
to do but wait.  

  Two days later, there was a knock at the door.  Melanie had taken to 
walking around the house naked, as she no longer fit in any of her 
clothes.  5'8" and athletically muscular, Melanie bolted to her bedroom 
to fetch a bathrobe.  She put it on, realizing that it, too, was too 
small, now.  It was disturbingly revealing, displaying for anyone to see 
the magnificent cleavage between her two breasts, and barely concealing 
the crotch of her legs.

  Another knock came at the door.  Melanie didn't know what to do, she 
was terrified.  In a sudden moment of clarity, she ran, trembling, to 
the living room, pulled the Monkey's Paw from its box and said, "I wish 
I wasn't afraid of men."

  Her trembling stopped.  She took a deep breath, her massive breasts 
almost bursting the tenuous bindings of the bathrobe.  She started 
trembling again, but this time from lust.  She danced mischievously to 
the front door, and in one bold stroke, heaved it open.  The UPS man 
stood there, and his mouth dropped open at the stupendously well-
developed and scantily sight before him.  Melanie reached out, grabbed 
him by the wrist, and hauled him inside.

  Three hours later, Melanie's virginity and her world view were pounded 
into paste.  The UPS man's battered member was in better condition, 
though it didn't feel that way to him.  After hours of the most intense 
lovemaking he'd ever been a part of, his penis felt like it had been 
beaten to death.  "I...I've never made love like that before!" he 
exclaimed.  He rubbed Melanie's arm, amazed at the size and hardness of 
her muscles.  "And I've never made love to such a STRONG woman!  You 
tossed me around like a doll!  Is that what you do in here all day, work 
out and pump iron?"

  "I'm.....strong?"  Melanie asked.  "Really?"  She flexed her bicep and 
realized it had grown somewhat even since they had begun love-making.  
It was now about the size of a baseball, and solid.

  "You mean you don't know?"  he replied, "Look at your muscles!  You 
could be a UPS courier, easily.  We hire women who are much weaker than 
you.  We hire MEN who are weaker than you.  I bet you're stronger than 
about a quarter of the guys I work with!  Funny, though, I never noticed 
how built you are until today."

  He began to kiss her biceps and shoulders, and then worked his way 
down her body, paying scant attention to her breasts, but kissing and 
rubbing her thighs and calves, and eventually beginning to kiss her in 
her nether-regions, giving her more pleasure than the vibrator ever had.

  "Don't you like my breasts?" she asked.

  "They're beautiful," he said, "but I like your muscles best."

  "You...LIKE...big muscles on a woman?" she inquired.

  "Mmmmm, oh yes, I think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever 
seen!"

  Melanie purred with pleasure, even as she realized that UPS man's 
fondling of her muscles and application of oral pleasure was somehow 
causing her development to accelerate rapidly.  Nervously, she asked, 
"Would you still think so if I was bigger, more muscular?"

  His head buried in between her legs, he couldn't see that she had 
grown several inches since he began, and that her upper body musculature 
was now about as well developed as his own.  He replied, "Are you a 
bodybuilder?  I fantasize about, well, about women who are stronger than 
me."    

  Melanie looked down at her legs and realized they were visibly growing 
larger and more defined.  "I'm getting bigger and stronger all the 
time," she said, "take a look."   Her arms and shoulders now surpassing 
the UPS man's in size and strength, she reached down, slid her hands 
beneath his armpits and pulled him up to face her.  

  Suddenly aware of her rapidly increasing size, he panicked and tried 
to squirm free.  She held him fast with her greater strength, and after 
a moment he stopped panicking and started appreciating.  Now the 
dominant partner in terms of raw physical strength, she forced her 
tongue into his mouth even as she pulled him in closer.  

  Melanie cradled the UPS man as she rose to her feet, and walked into 
the living room, stopping briefly to gaze at her image in the mirror.  
Over six-and-a-half-feet tall, and as strong as half-a-dozen normal men, 
she had never seen a woman so powerfully and abundantly developed as the 
one she saw now.  Though more of a freak now than ever before, Melanie 
felt, looking at her bulging muscles, that everything would be okay - 
that she was now master of her own fate, and would make her life worth 
living.

  Suddenly realizing that her growth had stopped, she examined her image 
in the mirror and decided that her breast size was perfect, about the 
equivalent of a DD-cup on her old, scrawny body.

  Still carrying the UPS man cradled in her left arm, she picked up the 
Monkey's Paw, with one wish left remaining.  Walking back towards her 
bedroom as she contemplated what to wish for, she suddenly tripped.  Her 
lover and the Monkey's Paw both tumbled out of her grasp, and when she 
looked up she saw the UPS man picking up the wish-totem.  He held it out 
to her as he walked towards her, saying, "Melanie, this has been the 
most incredible day of my life, I wish every man could experience what I 
have today."  The third finger of the Monkey's Paw slowly and fatefully 
curled back.

  "NO!!!" Melanie screamed, too late.  Across the face of the Earth, 
every woman and girl everywhere suddenly felt power surge through her 
body.  Powerful, bulging, female biceps burst through the sleeves of 
blouses.  Rapidly growing breasts spilled from suddenly undersized 
brassieres, and skirts crept up along steadily lengthening and 
thickening legs.  Women everywhere gained in the space of just a few 
minutes far greater strength than men had ever enjoyed.  Even the 
weakest and smallest of girls was now more than twice as strong as the 
largest and most powerful of men.  The power equation had completely 
flip-flopped.

  "Well," Melanie said with a smirk on her face, "At least I'll finally 
be normal."

The End