Witch Cookies
By Helia Melonowski 2002


Helia was walking around her old neighborhood, enjoying the bright summer 
day after visiting some friends who still lived in the area. She wore denim 
cut-offs and a large but tight fitting halter accentuating her massive 
132-inch bosoms. She rounded a corner, a corner where a old but quaint brown 
brick home sat atop a small hill. Green fluffy bushes and rows and rows of 
beautiful and colorful wildflowers lined the base of the home. The lawn was 
well manicured, as if each blade were hand clipped with a scissors. Bees, 
birds and butterflies fluttered about, dancing as if all around the 
top-heavy young girl.

As she passed around the corner and walked along the sidewalk on the west 
side of the home, Helia noticed a old woman staring out a big picture 
window. The woman with a bush of silver hair atop her head smiled at Helia. 
Helia returned the smile weakly, not sure about the person staring at her. 
For years and years, and as a child, Helia was told of the three old crones 
that lived in the house. Childhood tales constituted that the women were 
witches and terrible terrible persons. Helia had never had any run-ins with 
the women though she had trick-or-treated there as a kid and even returned 
their lost poodle once (that was before the poor old thing died).

Still though, the women seemed very friendly to Helia always, maybe too 
friendly. That was why she wasn't real sure on how to take the smiling old 
face in the window.

As Helia started passed the short driveway that lined the north end of the 
little two-story home, the sidedoor flew open and another of the 
inhabitants, a old woman with long straight salt-n-pepper hair, popped her 
head out. She waved Helia over. "Hello! Come here, young lady!"

Helia glanced about to make sure there was no one else the old woman could 
be talking to. Seeing no one else about, Helia shrugged, making her huge 
boobs jump in her giant haltertop, and heading across the driveway.

"Are you Helia Melonowski?" the salt-n-pepper haired woman asked glancing 
down at Helia titanic breasts. Her gaze sent a odd shiver down Helia's spine 
and made her fat grape-size nipples pop up.

"Yes. That's me," Helia responded.

"My my my, how you've grown! Why, your breasts must be as big as..."

The woman was cut off by yet another woman standing within the house. 
"Glinda, don't just stand there gawking, making the girl all 
embarrassed...invite her in!"

Glinda twirled her salt-n-pepper hair around a finger, blushing a bit, 
looking to Helia. "Why don't you come in and visit. We haven't seen you in 
so long," Glinda offered as she opened the door wider for Helia.

"I really shouldn't," Helia said checking her watch though she wasn't 
wearing one.

A scent of sugary baked cookie dough suddenly assaulted her nostrils, the 
smell coming from within the house. The aroma was tempting it was like two 
wisps of baking cookie vapors weaved their way down and grabbed Helia by her 
nose.

"We are making some wonderful tasty cookies. Why don't you come in?" Glinda 
said as Helia was already two-steps into the house.

The bushy haired old woman met Helia at the top of the stairs that led into 
a cute little kitchen with a dining table and four wood chairs. "Matilda is 
baking again. You are going to love her cookies," the woman said.

"Well, Zalda, I've only been at it for years now," the other old woman said, 
the one who had told Glinda to not embarrass Helia.

"Here, my dear," Matilda said taking a pan full of cookies and offering it 
to Helia. "Have a cookie or two."

Helia couldn't resist, the cookies smelled so wonderful. She took three and 
began to nibble. The three women looked at each other and smiled. Helia's 
nibbling turned into out and out huge bites as the taste of the sweets 
totally overtook her. She wolfed down the first one, then stuffed the second 
one in her mouth, hardly chewing then swallowing. The third cookie followed 
quickly and she stood there, chewing with stuffed cheeks like a chipmunk, 
crumbs covering the shelf her huge boobs made in her top.

"My word. They are going over better than expected," Matilda said as she 
offered Helia more.

"Maybe we should go sit down in the living room," Zalda said as she guided 
Helia out of the kitchen and into a spacious living room area. Helia grabbed 
four cookies on the way and was greedily munching away.

"My word, you know what becomes of a young girl who eats too many sweets," 
Glinda said as she puffed her cheeks out, pretending like she was fat.

"The dear looks like she could use a little fattening up," Matilda smiled as 
Helia took three more cookies as they took their seats.

"These are delicious!" Helia said with crumbs flying out of her mouth.

"It looks like all her fat went right to her breasts," Glinda said as Helia 
plopped down in a big fluffy leather chair. Her huge boobs bounced in her 
halter.

"Glinda!" Zalda spoke up, waving a hushing finger at the old woman.

"Oh hush," Glinda said. "Helia, do you like having very large breasts?"

Helia stopped chewing and looked at the woman. "Ummm, well, I am kind of 
used to be large if that's what you mean."

"Hmm, she's used to having large breasts," Glinda smiled at the other two 
women.

"More cookies?" Matilda offered.

"I think she's had more than enough," Zalda said warningly.

"Oh shush now!" Glinda said as she watched Helia scoop up five more cookies 
and start to stuff them in her mouth.

"I could use some milk or something to wash these down," Helia said with a 
mouthful of cookie.

Glinda, Zalda and Matilda all looked at each other. "We can help you," 
Matilda said laying the cookies before Helia. She went into the kitchen and 
came back, almost too fast, with a big glass of yellowish liquid. She 
offered it to Helia.

"What is that?" Helia asked as she took the glass and smelled its contents.

"Umm, it is goat's milk. The only kind we have," Zalda quickly said.

Glinda watched as Helia gulped down the big glass. With the last swallow 
Helia scrunched up her face. "Yuk! That tasted horrible!" she protested. But 
suddenly another expression came to her face, one of sudden surprise as 
Glinda took the glass and Helia pressed her hands to her large breasts. 
Rubbing her breasts, Helia then fell back into the comfy chair, her hands 
going to her head.

"Anything wrong, deary?" Zalda said smiling and winking to the other two old 
women.

"I feel suddenly...kind of strange," Helia gasped as her hands dropped down 
to her breasts and she gasped as she looked down realizing and feeling that 
her huge breasts, already huge at 132 shirt-popping inches, were bigger 
and...GROWING! "Oh my!! What is happening to me!"

"Another magic cookie, my dear?" Matilda said.

"M-magic!" Helia said with her eyes wide. "You women are...you are witches?"

The three women looked at each other and giggled. "Why, yes. You mean you 
didn't know that after all these years? Gosh, we've been watching you child 
for years! We are surprised you haven't noticed." Zalda said as Helia rocked 
back in her seat as her halter blossomed outward and on the side, her huge 
breasts gaining inches each second.

"Watching me?" Helia cried as her now overfilled top began to split down the 
middle. The old women had to duck as garment suddenly tore off and away and 
sailed across the room. Helia sat there, rubbing her growing boobs that 
filled out her lap, nipples poking up and out like overripe grapes.

"Why, yes. We've watched your giant breasts grow and how you ran around 
enjoying them and teasing all the men and laughing at all the flatter girls. 
We thought it was time we change things for you, to make you into what you 
really should be," Glinda said as all three women came and placed their 
hands on Helia's bloating bosoms.

"What? Make me into what?" Helia cried as her breasts suddenly began to grow 
faster, their weight pushing her back in the chair.

"A big fat cow," Zalda laughed as the three women began to chant. They 
chanted, "Bigger bigger, make her grow now. Enlarge her enlarge her into a 
big fat cow."

"Noooo!" Helia cried as the ladies stepped back as Helia was pulled out of 
the chair by her quickly inflating boobs. Her giant tits went to the floor 
with the rest of her following close behind. Helia was suddenly laying on 
top of two swelling breasts that quickly filled out to the size of the big 
fluffy chair she had been sitting in.

"My my my. Now I would say our little neighbor does have some very large 
breasts," Glinda laughed as the three old women stood to the side and 
watched Helia rise up and up and up as her monstrous breasts rose up and up 
and up and expanded outward, larger and larger.

"Oooooh, NO! I'm getting…tooooo bii-iiig!" Helia cried as her little body on 
top of her giant boobs slid to the side, her massive breasts rolling from 
underneath her. The massive mounds of flesh suddenly were on top of her and 
she was trapped beneath her immense breasts feeling them fill and expand.

She felt her huge nipples touch the ceiling and the pressure became 
unbearable. "I'm going to burst!" she gasped as her breasts filled out more 
and more, wider and wider as they were crushed against the ceiling and could 
only expand outward to her sides.

Moisture ran down her breasts and the old women pointed and gasped. "There 
she blows. She's a real milker now!" Zalda exclaimed as a torrent of creamy 
milk ran down Helia's ballooning breasts.

"No! No! Noooo!" Helia cried, then the sight of her expanding obscenely 
obese bosoms and the waterfall of milk spun away and her world turned dark 
and she slipped into unconsciousness.

#

The three old witches stood outside the wood fencing peering into a deep 
green and grassy pasture. A farmer with a red plaid shirt and suspenders and 
a John Deere cap on his sun-kissed face stood beside the three women also 
looking into the large green pasture.

"I assure I have never seen anything like it but I sure appreciate you 
giving me that fine cow there," the farmer said looking at a huge black and 
white Holstein cow that was as wide as two or three of his regular cows. 
"She looks like a real winner as far as being a prize milker. Gads, I've 
never seen an udder so big."

The cow teetered around, between its hind legs was an udder so large the 
four fat teats dangled mere inches above the grassy ground. The cow's legs 
were spread wide to accommodate the huge milk sac that ballooned from 
between its hind legs.

"Oh, we're sure you'll enjoy her. In fact," Matilda said winking at her two 
friends as she waved a finger and pointed out towards the cow. "you could 
say your little prize milker is just beginning to bloom."

The cow's brown eyes grew wide as if in alarm and she suddenly started to 
try to move away. She wasn't moving too fast though for her hind legs were 
not touching the ground anymore as her milk sac seemed to be swelling even 
larger.

"My my, I better get out and milk that bossie," the farmer said as he 
grabbed a milk pail and started out.

"By the way, I never did catch the name of the cow," the farmer stopped.

"We like to call her Helia," the three women chimed in unison.

END