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Way way back in the 1980s at the University of Michigan two women lived their lives with their paths rarely crossing. Jenna blonde and preppy senior, not the most popular girl nor the meanest but she was definitely in contention for the prettiest, her obscene bust size definitely helped with that rating. 28G bra size she rivalled Dolly Parton with her natural tits. Contrary to her was Sarah but she preferred the name Ivy, she was a sophomore. She was goth as can be, she loved occultism and hated posers. She was quite average looking and notably flat as a board and skinny as a twig. This fueled her jealousy and breast envy for having her boyish chest compared to the bust goddess just by proximity was an affront to her. She plotted and schemed looking through every book on demons and rituals she could find. It was quite the effort too seeing as Jenna had never personally slighted Ivy, she had never talked to her let alone talked behind her back and yet she wasn’t prepared for the hex that was to befall her. Or well maybe she was.
Halloween night 1982 a salacious Sunday for all involved at the sigma kappa sorority house. Different guys from all over campus came to celebrate the spookiest night of the year. Jenna was enjoying herself talking to friends, flirting with guys, and drinking. She had reached a new peak in her popularity, her witch outfit was simple but the massive canyon of cleavage her chest provided was a sight to behold compared to her usually modest and at times compressing outfits. On the other end of campus in the basement of her dorm Ivy was preparing her curse. The pentagram drawn, the sigils aligned, the tome open ready to enact the cursed words.
As Ivy spoke, wind blew through the campus and a rainless thunderstorm kicked up, thunder reacting to ghost arcs of lightning and a chill and moisture in the air despite a lack of rain. With every accursed word the violence of the phantom storm picked up. She was too far into this to be surprised anything was happening; she was a woman possessed by vengeance over perceived sleights. At the strike of midnight the end of the sequence had commenced and her target was hit. The only issue is not only did she not truly grasp the ancient dead language she also missed her mark. Jenna would continue her days at school blissfully unaware of the curse brewing inside her and Ivy spent the next year or so seething about it until Jenna had graduated and left her life.
Jenna, now going by her birth name Jennifer, settled down a few years after college. She married some up and coming young stock trader who had an agreeable lifestyle and a lot of money. A few years after marriage they had their first kid and that’s when the ghost of Ivy’s curse struck. Ashley, a beautiful baby girl was born into the world, the first oddity was despite having her mother’s face and father’s features, she had straight black hair despite her two blonde parents. This was waved away as a recessive gene, nothing particularly out of the ordinary. But on Ashley’s first birthday before she could even say a full word she had a “growth spurt”. The girl’s breasts were developing considerably earlier than they should.
It would seem Ivy’s curse manifested in two major ways. The first born of Jenna’s direct descendants would grow a bust bigger and better than hers and secondly they’d all have raven black hair and an affinity for the occult. Soon enough young Ashley would need to wear bras as early as pre-school. She suffered a bit being so chesty at a young age having athletics and gymnastics stifled but she persevered. Life went on and the honorary goth girl lived a relatively uneventful life up until her sixteenth birthday, that’s when she had her largest and final growth spurt. Having had consistent growth she’d go no less than a few months with one bra size but that day she woke up to a chest of comical size. The five foot two teen would need a custom bra that 40P, a truly absurd bust for the girl. Jenna may have had to deal with being treated as nothing more than a big rack but now her daughter had a life of nothing but gawks and stares from the people she meets and passes by.
Ashley lived her life as a bit of a social pariah and a recluse, her gothic nature becoming more prominent as time went on but she didn’t allow that or her “blimp tits” as she was called to stop her. She worked hard, got into college early and eventually became a licensed and practicing pediatrician. Known as the scary doctor with big boobies to many kids and young teens she would eventually find a man who could see past her giant tits. An oddball collector of occult objects she met at her local underground music venue. He was her perfect type, gloomy and quiet and he sparked something within her.
Ashley would eventually have a beautiful baby boy that they named Isaac. Ashley felt a bit of relief thinking that she wouldn’t have to play the bra size game with her own child but boy was she wrong. It turns out the unknown curse had recursive effects increasing in strength each generation. By the time Isaac was ten his own breasts were comparable in scale to his grandmother’s he was bullied in school by the other kids and treated as pitiable by the adults in his life. He had enough of this. On his tenth birthday using his father’s rare artifacts and a dusty old grimoire he would use his affinity for the dark arts not to remove his curse but to pass it on. And he had the perfect target in mind. His newly born twin siblings but more specifically his younger sister Aradia.
The spell casting was a success, he had gathered all the ingredients and wrote the proper glyphs, he said the sequence properly but didn’t really consider the ramifications of what he was doing to his own family. First his hair turned ginger, what it would've been had the curse not been enacted, then he could feel his breasts reduce in size. His chest wasn’t quite flat and he probably shouldn’t go shirtless in public but being a B-cup was preferable to having two heaving mountains of flesh on your chest.
The twins on the other hand, still young and still infantile had their hair turn almost vanta black, twins are linked together at the soul so the curse affected both of them. It also acted as if it had passed through another generation forcing the infants Aradia and Corvus to go through explosive mammary growth as well as their dark magic power. Isaac was free of his curse but he had damned his own flesh and blood to an even worse fate.
That leads us to today. Aradia and Corvus are in the third grade. Young, gloomy, and chesty they are easy targets to be bullied but they definitely prefer the company of all manner of supernatural entities. Creepy crawlies and spirits don’t tend to judge though some of them are pretty handsy. This is a story about two young twins and their navigation through life with magic and boobs four times the size of their heads. Love and adventure is on the horizon as well as a whole lot of fucking.