Even though I was a guy, the day I started growing breasts was a pretty normal day. I didn't have any strange sensation or weird itches or anything like that. I did have a dream which felt quite vivid overnight but which left me when I woke.
I walked into bathroom, trying to pull some of the seemingly-fantastic detail out of the haze of my thoughts, and slipped off my shirt.
Cracking my neck a few times, I glanced in the mirror. The area around my nipples was pressed out a little bit. Nothing too serious but, considering I was used to heavy-lifting at work and my muscles had adapted to that, it did surprise me.
I thought that perhaps I was eating a bit too much and something like a junior version of my Uncle Brad's 'moobs' were starting to show. And I didn't think any more of it at the time except to remind myself to eat a little less and exercise more.
The rest of that week was loaded with veggies and sit-ups. My best friend Adam came over a few times and chee
I gave a little cough and slammed the front door shut. The clouds were looming so I was glad to get home from my run before I got drenched. I slid my ear buds off and took a breath. The run was about what I figured but good. There was moment when I passed the nearby woods that I felt rather woozy but I didn't trip or anything.
The house looked different, but nice. Mom and Aunt Elaine must've been working on unpacking more things. Mottled brown boxes guarded the couches but I didn't need to step around them anymore.
I poured out a cup of orange juice from the fridge and sipped as I made my way up the stairs to my room. My sister Allison paused coming down the hall and looked at me.
Her brown eyes had a golden tint from the stray rays through the overhead windows. She looked me over and asked, with a whine, "Where were you?"
I took a big sip of my OJ and told her, "Out for a run. I said before I left. Is mom around?"
Allison gave me a once over and a weird
What was he thinking? Of course it was. He had spent the last six months working on it. How could he suddenly not want it anymore? He gazed off into space, swirling the vial of clear liquid. Once he took the plunge, there was no going back. With great mental effort, he pushed the doubt from his mind. Resolve filled him; he knew he was meant for this.
Standing at his kitchen sink, near the make-shift lab that he had cobbled together from bits and pieces of equipment he had stolen from work, he pulled the stopper off the vial. Now exposed to oxygen, the liquid began to froth, like a can of soda that had been shaken. He tipped the vial slightly, so that the foam spilled out into the sink. Soon, the vial calmed, and the liquid sat still, albeit with a slightly murkier appearance, like milk mixed with water. He continued to swirl the vial, and the liquid became warm.
It was ready.
Bracing himself, he took a deep breath, and
You pull up to the house and wave goodbye to the aunt and uncle, leaving for a dinner, and leaving you to babysit Mary. You open the door and there she is, the person to aggravate you for hours and hours. "Hey Mary.." you say in disgust of what you have to do. "Hiii Adammm". she said excited and weirdly high pitched. "so, umm. I'm going to watch TV so do whatever and don't get hurt. I don't want to drive to the hospital tonight..". "Hehe..alright Adam" she said as she smiled and walked into the kitchen.
You think "Geez that was weird, but.. she's weird so whatever". A little after you start watching some music videos, Mary pops her head around th
"Hehe. How was the ride Adam?" she smiles asking you as if she didn't know the answer. Your body was too tired to answer her and just sat lifeless in between her toes letting out deep sighs and long breathes. This fresh air was a gift, compared to the musty smell of Mary's foot after an hour.
"Hmm. What should we do now.." She plucks your body up between her thumb and index finger and puts you close to her face, looking at you. While thinking she sometimes runs her other hand's finger across your tiny wet body, playing with your penis and tickling your sides. After a few minutes of fondling your cock, she gets an idea.
Eric Cole ran as his ex-girlfriend, Misty, screamed though the hallway, "I'm gonna blast your balls off!"
When he responded to heavy knocks on the front door of his apartment, it may have appeared she was leveling a handgun at him. But the colorful, purple handle gave away the true nature of her weapon.
He had no idea how he dodged the first blast of light and energy. Instinctively, he pushed the door in her face but her legs were already through and nothing would keep her out.
After the hallway and the threat still ringing in his ears, Eric sprinted into the living room and grabbed the mirror off the wall. It was tall and narrow and made for a decent shield.
Misty stalked around the corner, her colorful gun leading. Her black hair seemed darker than usual with tendrils that splayed across her forehead like spider legs. While a head shorter than him, Eric knew never to underestimate Misty with how much time she spent kickboxing in the gym.
In fact, with the shine of swea
Mary leaned up and the bed, still dripping with cum from her vagina, searching the area for a small little toy. She looked under pillows, surrounding sheets, and near areas on the carpeted floor. She lost him she thought frantically, trying to calm down and focus on her search.
She took her mind off of finding Adam, and noticed the mess of cum still laying on her sheets. "I guess I should clean that up, Adam will have to wait to grow back..." Mary said, much to the disappointment of Adam. Adam tried to scream and get her attention but the dried wall of cum covered his mouth and muffled his screams.
Mary got u
She takes you and you end up thrown onto her bed. She locks the door and comes close to you. She lifts you up, speaks, "You smell like a new pair of shoes", laughing. "We'll see if we can change that!" she said smiling. She kicks off her tennis shoes and goes digging into her closet. From where you are, all he can see is the ceiling fan spinning like a giant windmill staring him in the face.
"Found 'em!" she laughs picking up a pair of old sneakers she used to wear during cross country practices. "Phew!" she shouts, "These smell terrible!" From disgust to hilarit