Charlotte’s eyes teared as she walked away from her college dorm building. They’ve teased me before, but this is too far, for the last time. I have to do something about this. The strawberry blonde college student walked towards the university’s arboretum, where she always went to be alone with her thoughts. She wandered along the paths, moving between the trees in the warm late-spring air.

It’s such a nice day today, finally. Shorts weather. The silver lining to this otherwise shit day.

Meandering, lost in thought, Charlotte stopped when she saw a pathway she hadn’t been down before. I’ve definitely been in this part of the arboretum before… have I just never noticed this path? It is kind of tiny and overgrown. She started down the trail, eager to see what awaited her. Going forward, the path got more noticeable and easier to follow. The trees lining the path seemed to thicken on either side, like they were originally planted to act as a fence. Charlotte followed the trail upward as it ran onto a steady incline. It continued on a hill until the trees suddenly opened up onto a grove encircle by the green sentinels. Fallen stones dotted the hilltop.

“Look like they were arranged at one point,” Charlotte whispered to herself. “Kinda strange.” She moved towards the center of the grove where one stone was laying on its side. The top was smooth like it had been used as a table at one point. Charlotte ran her hand over the surface and noticed faint writing carved into it.

“What does this say?” she mumbled. She felt out the letters with her fingers the best she could, trying to piece together the message. “Praise be to… Soveliss? Goddess of… dammit.” The corner of the altar was chipped, and the last words of the inscription were lost. “Maybe she’s the goddess of ‘helping me have friends at school,’ if I’m lucky.”

Might as well give it a shot. At least it’s an excuse to stay out here longer. The young woman knelt before the altar and prayed, although she was unsure what to say. “Soveliss, I don’t know what you’re the goddess of, but please help me. Make people like me.”

Somewhere in the heavens, a goddess of fertility was surprised. “No one’s prayed to me in hundreds of years,” she said. “Who is it now? Some young girl at a college. Who wants people to like her? I… guess my powers could do that. Probably not the way she means it though… ah, the hell with it. I can always zap her back to normal if she hates it. Alright… what’s your name? Charlotte? Okay, Charlotte, prepare for my blessing.”

Charlotte stood up, feeling a little ridiculous. “I don’t know why I thought that would help,” she said, sighing. “I should probably head back to my dorm… hopefully I can avoid people.” She turned to walk back down the path to her dorm when she felt woozy all of a sudden. Charlotte stopped and rested for a second, but the feeling didn’t pass. It turned into warmth suffusing her body, and Charlotte started to sweat slightly in the spring heat. It’s warmer than I thought. My dorm is going to be a nightmare…

She resumed walking down the path, slightly aware of how each step seemed… heavier than before. Charlotte stopped and looked down at herself. Her jaw dropped as she noticed her breasts pushing over her bra cups. “What the heck?!” Charlotte, stunned, pulled her tank top up over her expanding assets, then reached behind herself to unhook her bra. Pulling the undergarment off, she watched as her boobs steadily grew.

Astounded, she put her hands on her hips. Her attention was drawn to her lower half when Charlotte felt her hips were wider than she remembered. Twisting around, she could see her butt expanding about as quickly as her tits. Charlotte turned around and wobbled her way back to the stone altar, her curves exaggerating with each step. She walked around, looking at different sides of the stone structure, looking for an explanation for her sudden developments.

On the ground by the chipped corner of the altar, Charlotte found the piece that had fallen off. Picking it up, she read it. Her stomach churned. “Fertility,” she said. She thought back to the anthropology class she took last year, and the pictures of fertility goddess statues she’d seen. Her growing boobs started to push into her arms. Charlotte was amazed to see them huge, larger than any woman she had seen before. She ran her hands over them, hefting their weight. Her skin tingled where she touched it, and gave her tits an exploratory squeeze. Charlotte moaned openly from the thrill of sensation that ran through her. Her hands continued down her body, passing over her still-thin waist, down to her plumping rear end.

Charlotte’s hips had widened considerably, making her wider at the hips than her shoulders. “Oh, god, I’m getting way too big,” she muttered, panicking. “Please stop please stop please stop.” No dice. Charlotte was growing and growing and there was nothing she could do about it. There was a new fullness in her breasts that she didn’t recognize. “What’s happening to me now?” she wondered. Charlotte tentatively pinched her nipples- and fell as the intense shock crashing through her buckled her knees. She landed on her thickening bubble butt on the dirt. The athletic shorts she wore were struggling to contain her growing form as her curves became more and more exaggerated.

The growing woman pulled herself up, feeling her body jiggle in places she didn’t even know she had. Charlotte’s tits were getting heavy, pulling on her shoulders and back. “They’re so firm,” she said. “Nothing like how I’d expect head-sized tits to be.” Her boobs became uncomfortably full as they grew, and she started to massage them to relieve her discomfort. Charlotte was quickly rewarded with two thin streams of creamy white milk running from her plump nipples. She nearly climaxed right there, the pleasure from her tits was so intense. Charlotte mindlessly milked herself as her body continued to grow. She collapsed again from the feelings, this time sitting with her back against the altar.

The flow of milk strengthened as Charlotte sat on the ground, her hips rapidly approaching doorframe width. The lower half of her body slowed and stopped before she would have too much difficulty fitting through doors, the wide hips supporting a butt that was beyond bubble status and thighs that could suffocate. Charlotte’s breasts kept on growing, their outer edges eclipsing her arms, covering her torso with firm, milk-filled tit. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as the flow of her milk eroded her senses, getting lost in the feeling of her expression.

She kept plumping up, and Charlotte’s boobs grew enough to outpace the production of her milk- although there was still plenty inside. The basketball-sized masses of tit became more natural looking as they pumped her cream out. Charlotte lost track of how much time had passed, and how large her breasts were growing, all she cared about now was encouraging her body to keep expressing her thick milk. With every second passed, her breasts encompassed more volume.

Charlotte’s thighs were slowly covered in breast as she grew and grew. Her milk flowed and covered her body in the sweet-smelling cream, soaking into her shorts and the ground beneath her. Her fattening nipples crept towards her knees, out of reach of her hands. Without stimulation, Charlotte’s flow of milk slowed and finally stopped, along with her growth. She slowly came back to reality and was greeted by the two huge breasts now covering most of the length of her legs.

Charlotte stood, slowly, growing accustomed to the new reality of her body. She had to find her new center of balance as her tits and ass extended to far-off places now. She examined herself, squishing her hands into the pliant flesh of her beach ball-sized breasts, twisting to see her shelf of a butt, feeling the milk still contained in her boobs shift as she moved. “The fertility goddess look is… not so bad… I guess… I could use some clothes, though,” she said as she pulled her tank top—which was resting around her neck on top of her boobs—over her head. “I’m amazed my shorts can contain this ass, to be honest.”

The magic from Charlotte’s divine patron encircled her once again, and her clothes expanded to fit her, even her previously useless bra. “Thanks,” she said, looking up at the sky. On her walk back through campus, her fellow students greeted her warmly, most saying things like “Hey Charlotte!” One girl asked her to “share the boobs, Char.”

Charlotte smiled. She was a kind of celebrity on campus now, although it struck her as strange that no one seemed surprised by the size of her tits. Maybe Soveliss changed reality, and not just Charlotte’s body…