Snow White And The Apple

"Yes, yes, take but a bit, my pretty one...

-Thank you, but really, I cannot afford your goods.

-Ah, but thisssss one I will give you for free, said the old woman, producing a very bright and red apple. A young beauty like you needs good, fresh food... Take a bite!"

Snow White reached out to the apple with some apprehension. Didn't the Dwarves warned her of evil creatures roaming the forest? Could one of these creatures take the shape of a poor and old woman selling fruits? She looked in the woman's eyes as her hand grabbed the apple.

"There my pretty, just a bite and you'll find yourself healthier than ever.

-Well, I thank you very much" she said with a curtsey. But the old woman had already turned around, walking towards the forest with a low and mad cackle.

Snow White pondered her attitude for a moment, but finally shrugged it off as she bit the apple. It was fresh and juicy, but there was a strange taste she could not make out. As if it had been dipped into some kind of juice...

She took a second bite, pondering the taste. Then a third, and a fourth. Soon, she had eaten the whole fruit without being able to guess what was that strange taste.

Snow White went back to her chores. As she knelt down to scrub the floor, she felt a weight on her stomach. "Oh, she thought. That must be that apple. I suppose it wasn't as fresh as it looked..." She hiccupped and put her right hand on her stomach.

Snow White hiccupped again, and her breasts nearly doubled in size. "What is...?" she asked herself. But she hiccupped again, and they doubled again. She hiccupped a third time, and her robe exploded as her already big and round boobs kept growing again in short bursts. "Hiccup!", and they were as big as her head. "Hiccup! Hiccup! Hiccup!" It wasn't long that they were so big, they had lifted her up the ground! "Hiccup! she said in dismay. What is ...hiccup!- happening? Why is ...hiccup!- my body acting so weird!"

Finally, the hiccupping departed as quickly as it had come. Snow White was now literally lying on her tits, each at least 17 times as big as her head. She could not reach the ground with her hands, and she had to let herself roll backwards to touch ground with her feet. "Oh dear Lord, she said. What am I to do? How can I get around with those huge boobies? I can't even pick them up the floor!" she lamented, after trying without much success to straighten herself.

The thought of waiting in that uncomfortable position, bent over her own tits, for the Dwarves to come back from the mines filled her with anxiety. Who would finish scrubbing the floor? Who would cook dinner?