I saw the frail little old lady fall into the street. There were people closer to her than I was just walking past. I shook my head and made my way over to her, just before reaching her I caught a glimpse of a cab out of the corner of my eye. It wasn't slowing down, I dashed as fast as I could and scooped up the old woman and pulled her back onto the sidewalk. The mirror of the cab grazed my arm and ripped my jacket. I watched as the cab didn't even slow down, it just kept going.

I put the old lady down. “Thank you! Thank you!” she said, “You risked your life for me!”

“No, it was nothing,” I told her. “Anyone would have done the same.”

She looked around, “All of these people and not one person tried to help but you. I hardly think anyone is as noble as you.” She had a point, not one person had even noticed I had saved her.

“You must let me repay you,” she said.

I tried to tell her no, but she just stared at me hopefully. “Well how about you buy me lunch?” I suggested.

She smiled. “That sounds great! How about today?”

I hadn't really thought it through, “Umm sure, today would be fine.” I couldn't think of a reason why not. I dug into my pocket and pulled out a business card. “Here’s my card with the address of where I work. It’s not far from here.” I said as I handed her the card.

As I handed her the card she said, “Take this too.” As she slipped a ring on my finger. “It belonged to a noble man with a pure heart, just like you.” She said sweetly, as she looked at me all doe‑eyed. I couldn’t say no. She had the most amazing ice‑blue eyes; for a second I could only wonder what she looked like back in the day.

“Alright, I have to go. I’m gonna be late for work. You have the address. Meet me at noon.” I told her and started to run to work.

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I stopped to catch my breath, I was a little more out of shape than I thought. I had stopped right in front of a coffee shop I hadn't been to in months. I was trying to save money by cutting down on $5 coffee, and just drinking from the pot at work. The line up was always so long, so I debated going in, but I was already going to be late—a couple more minutes wasn’t going to matter. I used to go here a lot and I had gotten to know the two Batistas very well. They both liked me and flirted with me a lot; nothing ever came of it because I didn’t want to choose. They were best friends and I wasn’t going to get between that. It was funny how they would both try to one‑up each other in front of me.

Sandy would tell me how she was working out and eating better. She was going to lose a bunch of weight, buy a bunch of bikinis, and go to Mexico as a reward. She was very overweight, but she was a cute blue‑eye blonde. One byproduct of her weight was she had a huge chest, which she used to her best advantage. Sandy was also quite the comedian. She would say that she was going to take all of the fat she was going to lose and add it back to her boobs and butt.

Ali was her opposite; she was a short, skinny redhead. She was skinny as Sandy was fat—no boobs, no butt, no curves, and much shorter than Sandy.

I wondered how they would react to me as I had not been in for months. I entered the shop and was surprised to find no line—only a few people who had already ordered. I walked up to order and took in the view behind the counter. A tall, thin blond with her back to me was standing on a stool and reaching up to the top shelf. She was wearing tight jeans and a tight white T‑shirt. The jeans looked painted on her long, lean legs and tight round ass, while her T‑shirt had lifted up just enough to expose her tight, narrow midriff.

When the tall blonde stepped down from the stool and turned around, my eyes almost popped out of my head when I saw her massive, perky breasts. They were so round, perky, and massive it made no sense that they were attached to such a slim body. My eyes darted up from her breasts when she looked towards me.

“Pete?” she asked.

I was amazed she knew my name, but how? She did look familiar, but it couldn’t be. She ran around the counter, came up, grabbed me, and gave me a big, tight hug. Her breasts squished against my chest and I fought to keep my manhood in check. She let me go and stood back.

“So what do you think?” she asked as she did a TA‑DA.

“I just hit my goal yesterday at the gym!”

It hit me like a ton of bricks. “Sandy! Wow, you look amazing,” I told her.

She smiled. “I told you I was gonna do it.”

I nodded. “You sure did, I told you you could do it!”

She looked at me with innocence in her eyes. “I know, you were the only one who believed I could. Your words motivated me. I have you to thank.”

I smiled awkwardly. “No, I didn’t do anything. It was all you.”

She shook her head. “Why do you always have to be so modest?”

“Anyway, since I hit my goal, I’m going to give myself that reward,” she said.

“I’m going bikini shopping this afternoon after work,” she said, all excited.

“That’s awesome!” I told her.

“Would you like to come and help me pick?” she asked.

I was so surprised I could barely answer, or keep my manhood in check. But I managed to do both. “Yes, I would like that,” I said as my voice cracked.

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I couldn't stop smiling. A girl I hadn't seen in months had invited me to go bikini shopping with her. I didn't think my day could get any better. Just then two hands covered my eyes. “Guess who?” the voice said.

I recognized the voice right away—it was Sandy's best friend and co‑worker Ali. “Ali!” I said as I turned around, but I was shocked to see that she too had gone through a change. “Ali? Is that you?” I asked. Much like Sandy before her, she did a TA‑DA pose. She looked amazing; her body had filled out in the right places and she had grown taller. The last time I had seen her she had been a stick‑girl. Between that and her puny 4′9″ height, she had been mistaken for a middle‑schooler on more than a few occasions.

“Look at me!” she said. “I’m totally tall now!” she said proudly.

I looked the gorgeous redhead up and down. “Well I would hardly call 5′2″ tall,” I told her with a grin, knowing she would get the joke.

“I’m 5′3″,” she corrected, pretending she was offended. “And look at these!” she said as she cupped her breasts and emphasized her cleavage. “I grew C‑cups! It’s all thanks to you.”

I didn’t understand. “But what did I do?” I asked her.

“Don’t you remember? The last time we talked, we were joking around about Sandy’s weight?” I shrugged. Ali was quite the comedian and makes jokes all the time. She sighed, “You said that she might have a hormone imbalance that might be keeping her from losing, because I had gone too far with a joke and hurt her feelings.”

“Oh yeah, I remember that.” I nodded.

“Well it got me thinking maybe I have a hormone imbalance that is keeping my body from maturing. Long story short, I went to the doctor. He prescribed some pills and gave me a bunch of shots. Over the next couple weeks my clothes started feeling smaller and I gained weight. I thought I was getting fat, but then this happened to me. I grew six inches and finally got breasts… big ones! But that’s not all—my hair grew thicker and longer and my skin cleared up!”

I didn’t know what to say. “I’m glad I could help!” I told her sarcastically.

She smirked. “So did I just hear you’re coming shopping for bikinis with us this afternoon?” she asked me.

I gulped hard. “Did she say WE?” I thought to myself. I was wrong. This day really could get better.