Potion Theft Madness

Potion Theft Madness.

              “Girl, one of these days, I am going to be gone, and you are going to be on your own to take care of this store.  Are you listening to me!?”

              Beth rolled her eyes as she locked Potion’s R Us up for the night.  “You say that every night, Mr. Gongsel.”

              He whacked her with a rolled-up newspaper.  “Well, I mean it.  You think you can handle running this store on your own, girl?  You think you have what it takes?”

              She slid the key into her pocket.  “God, my mother gives me more credit for acting like an adult.  Look, Mr. Gongsel, I know it’s some weird ass magical store that has a mind of its own, but I will do fine.  You can’t possibly train me for every little mistake that comes my way.”  They began to walk down the street.  “What do you think I am going to do, lose the store entirely?”

              “Some fool girl like you, I wouldn’t be surprised.”

              “Gah!  You are impossible.  You know that?  Why did I ever take this stupid job?”

              A young woman watched the pair leave, waiting until they were out of sight to run up to what now looked like a typical wall.  She had been casing the block for a good week, looking for places to hit, when she noticed something odd.  The pair always came out of a door at this time of night, but they never seemed to go in during the morning.  It just didn’t make any sense.

              Vennessa walked up to the wall with a copy of the key they had used to lock up.  She had found the woman named Beth a few nights before and bumped into her, using that time to swipe the key.  Before Beth figured out what had happened, she had managed to make her own copy and slipped it back to the lady.  Vennessa had been doing this for years, knowing to follow her marks to their homes.  She had even helped herself to a little of Beth’s cooking from that night.

              “I hope this works.”  She fumbled around with the fake key before it suddenly slid into the wall.  “Holy crap.”  The door slowly slid open, revealing only inky blackness.  Vennessa slowly walked inside, not knowing what she would find.  From what the pair had been going on for a week, there was something of great value to protect in this place, something to hide.

              “I just need a damn light switch.  Why is it so fucking dark?  Owww!”  She snorted as her knee struck something hard.  “What the hell did I just hit.  Wait, I think I found the light switch.”  She flipped it on only to realize she was in the middle of the largest room she had ever been in.  “Wait.  This. . . this can’t be right.”  Vannessa spun around.  “Why the fuck is everything so big?”  She looked at the nearby table, which looked like a small mountain.  “This is absurd.  I am. . . it’s like I am in some kind of. . . how is. . . why the fuck am I doll-sized in this place?”

              She took deep breaths.  “Okay.  Get a hold of yourself.”  She gulped as she looked at a nearby glass cabinet, which seemed more like a skyscraper.  “I can find my way up to the cash register.  Imagine how much that money must be worth.”  She gulped as she looked around.  “I just. . . oh, how the hell am I going to get up there?”  She rubbed the bridge of her nose.  “No, wait, that doesn’t make sense.  Why would they keep it up there?  Ugh, this is all making my head hurt.”

              All the lights suddenly went out outside of one, which shone over a tiny little bottle about two dozen feet away from Vanessa.  “What in the world?”  She took a tentative step towards it.  “Is this a setup?”  She gulped as she looked around.  “Hello?  Is anyone there?”  She gulped.  “This is too fucking weird.”

              Vennessa slowly walked over and examined the strange bottle.  “Drink Me, or I will call the cops?  Huh?”  She looked around.  “Okay, who the fuck is there?”  She gulped.  “This isn’t funny.  I know someone is there.  You fucking shrunk me, and now you are. . .”  She gulped and twisted back around.  “Come on out.  I won’t be a part of your twisted Wonderland.”  When no one answered, she suddenly became afraid they were contacting the police.

              “Fucking hell.”  She unscrewed the cap.  “I hate this place.”  She downed the strange liquid.  “What the hell?  This tastes weird.”  Hiccup.  She held her hand over her mouth.  “Great, I have the hiccups.”  Hiccup.  Her nipples suddenly became hard and erect.  “Ohh fuck.”  Vannessa moaned.  “They are so fucking. . . ohhhhh.”

              Hiccup.  Her breasts grew a few inches, pressing tightly against her black leather jacket.  “Ohhhhhh.”  Her face turned bright red.  “Tooo tight.”  She turned her head back and forth.  “I need to stop—” Hiccup.  Vannessa fell to her knees, her black leather pants tightening around her body as her ass swelled.  “Oh god!”  She moaned as she rubbed her swollen rear end.  “Why am I so fucking sensitive. I can’t stand it.”  She slammed her hand down.  “Is this some kind of cruel joke to you? I. . . you wanted to make me so fucking horny?”  Hiccup.  A button on her jacket snapped off her body as her voluptuous breasts shot forward.  “Oh god.”  Her tongue shot out of her mouth as she began to pant.  “Oh fucking god!”

              Suddenly, another light appeared, and another bottle appeared next to her.  “Huh?”  She narrowed her eyes.  “Hiccup remedy?”  Vennessa shook her head.  “Oh no.  I am not drinking any more weird potions.”  Hiccup!  She pawed at the ground as her pants began to feel skin-tight.  “Ohh fucking god!  My ass feels like my husband is. . . ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

              As she slowly pushed her way up, her rear end swaying back and forth as sweat dripped down her face, along the ridge of her hot, sweaty cleavage, and onto the floor, Vannessa examined the potion once more.  “Fucking fine.  I will drink it.  Anything to stop these fucking hiccups.”  She unscrewed the cap quickly.  “I just—” Hiccup.  She panted as her breasts bounced about inside her chest, slowly swelling bigger and bigger.  “Oh god.”  She pulled at the tight leather, her sumptuous breasts just inches away from freedom.  “So, fucking. . . tight.”  She licked her lips.  “So fucking tighhhhhhhh!”  Her boobs bounced around as she raised the bottle up high.  “Have to. . . have to. . . drink before.  . . hiccup again.”  She quickly gulped down the potion.  “It tastes. . . kind of metallic?”

              “Ohhhhhh.”  Vannessa fell onto her belly, her boobs squishing against the ground.  “Ohhh fuck. I. . . ohhhh god.  Everything feels so fucking sensitive now.”  She rubbed her body up and down.  “I just feel something. . . building inside of me.  Oh god.  Oh fucking god.  I. . . ohhhh.”  She moaned.  I. . .”

              Her legs began to throb before a sudden growth spurt hit her body, her toes shooting out of her boots.  “Ohhhh.”  She slammed her hand onto the ground, panting and clawing at her groin as everything became tighter and tighter.  “I am getting bigger.  Everything is just getting ohhhh god!”  Her cheeks turned bright red as she grew again, and her dark leather outfit started to tear.  “Ohhhh fuck, why can’t the clothing grow with me?  My ass. . . it’s so. . .”  She licked her lips.  “It’s soooo. . .”  She couldn’t finish her sentence as she grew again, only a loud moan escaping her lips as tearing fabric filled the air, her legs twisting against the cold ties.  Her breasts were swollen, and her nipples were raw.  Her jacket was on the verge of ripping apart and letting her babies bounce wild and free.  “Oh god.  Oh fuck.”  Vennessa tried to catch her breath as she looked about, her finger sliding into her deep pussy.  “This is one way to return to my original height.  Awwwwwwww!”

              With another growth spurt, she shot upward, ripping through more of her constricting leather.  Her voluptuous ass was concealed by a few remaining strands while her breasts were now free to the world.  “Ohh, god.”  She threw her arms to the side.  “I. . . ohhhhhh.”

              But just as she was getting comfortable, a massive growth spurt hit her body, causing her to sit upright.  “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”  Her face turned bright red as her body neared four feet tall.  “Oh god.”  Vennessa panted as her radiant boobs bounced about, a little bit of milk dripping from her erect nipples.  “That felt so good.”

              Vennessa suddenly found herself standing as another growth spurt hit her body, shooting her body back up to six feet tall.  “Fuck.”  She rubbed her chest.  “That feels. . . ohhhh.”  Her fingers massaged her hard, raw nipples.  “Oh yeah.  Ohhhhhh.”

              Creeeekkkk.

              “Huh?”  She blinked her eyes.  “What was that?”  She looked around the store.  “Is anyone out there?  Ohhhhh!”  Vennessa’s legs suddenly had a mind of their own, forcing her to stand in a V shape.  “Oh god.”  She moaned as her radiant boobs bounced about.  “Ohh fuck.  What is happening now?”

              As she reached down to try and grab her legs, she realized they felt different, like porcelain.  “Huh?  That is strange.  I. . . feel like the dolls I used to have as a kid.”  She took short rapid breaths as her ass seemed to inflate.  “Oh god. It’s getting so much fucking bigger.”  She turned her head.  “Oh god. It’s so big and curvy.  Someone could just come along and slap it.  Oh god, how I want them to slap it.  I have been so bad.”  She moaned as she slowly turned around.  I have been so fucking bad.”

              She moaned as her chest slowly hardened, and her boobs grew on her chest, becoming like two giant hard watermelons.  “Oh god.  I. . . I can’t stop turning into a doll.  But. . . my breasts.  They somehow feel. . .ohhhh.”  She rubbed her erect nipples.  “How do they feel sooooooooo gooooooooood?  Ohhhhh.”  Her right arm was slowly forced to the side.  “I could just keep rubbing them forever and ever.”  She closed her eyes.  “I don’t even remember how I ended up in here.  I just remember that I am a horny little doll.  To be put on display.”  She giggled.  “Ohhhh god.  So sensitive.  So hard. . . sooo very, very hard.”  She blinked her eyes as the porcelain crept up her face.  “I am sure someone will be in soon to dress me.  It is naughty of me to be in here naked.”  She giggled as her other arm was forced to the side.  “I am a naughty, naughty doll.”  That was the last thing Vannessa said before she froze in place.

              ***

              Beth rolled her eyes as she unlocked the store.  “What in the fucking hell is going on?  Why do I have to come in in the fucking middle of the—” She flipped on the lights and gasped as her gaze fell upon the naked woman in the middle of the store.  “Holy hell.”  Beth walked up to the woman.  “How. . .”  She tapped the woman between the breasts.  “She’s a doll.”  Beth looked around uneasily.  “How the fuck did this happen?”

              Beth suddenly noticed what looked like tiny tools on the ground.  “Huh?”  She picked them up and squinted at them.  “What the hell?  Was this person trying to rob us?”  Beth gulped as she realized what just happened.  “Oh god.  The person snuck in here and. . .”  She looked at the robber.  “Ummm, Mr. Gongsel said bad things would happen to those who would try and fuck over this store.  Well, I guess I will have to find something to do with her.”  She tapped at her chin.  “I guess I have some clothes I have been meaning to show off.”  Beth giggled.  “I found the new perfect display.”