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What an exhausting day for Omalicha, she stretched herself wondering if tomorrow will be worth getting up for or just stay on her bed all day. Ever since she had finished her educational career in Lagos and moved abroad, to Japan for greener pastures. She had been doing the odd job here and there, barely able to afford the ridiculously high rent for this walk-in closet her landlord called an apartment until she got hired in a game developing company called Drop Games X and moved to a larger apartment which was high costing too. Living abroad was hard but at first she liked her job and the place she was working in. But things changed, she wondered if she stayed back home would her life been better, her love for her job quickly ran out because of how distressful and how underpaying the job was. Getting out of bed everyday had become an ordeal, even the simple act of brushing her teeth in the morning siphoned the little vitality she had. At work she had no friends which made things more difficult for her, Daichi Naiporo the new head artist noticed that she was really having it hard depression and anxiety was slowly eating her up, despite that she continued to give it her all Daichi was impressed, Omalicha was intelligent, responsible and hardworking and Daichi seemed to like that about her. Daichi became fond of her he wanted to help her with everything but he feared it might cause more trouble. Every time he offered to help her out she would declined. He got along with everybody except for her, which distressed him. "Miss Ekpunobi, do you have a minute"Daichi said "As you can see I don't"Omalicha said as she stretched herself, her shirt pulled up exposing her midriff. Daichi was consciously staring at her belly and noticed that she had an OUTIE. His manhood awakened in his tight pants to the point he became uncomfortable. Omalicha didn't notice anything Daichi remained silent for moment, he gazed at her cute bellybutton which shaped like an upside down heart. Daichi smacked her belly in a playful way and told her to pull her shirt down and she did, she was embarrassed. Daichi was relieved, he had a thing for bellybuttons especially OUTIES, seeing one just like that was surprising and tempting,he might've lost his self-control and thus reveal his bellybutton fetish. Omalicha was cool she wasn't weirded out at all but she was confused and embarrassed why would the new Head Artist take an interest on her. "You see I've been working abroad for the past three years until I returned weeks ago as you know, working here is difficult and it would be nice if got to spend time with you and know you" "You...the head artist, want to know about me"she said reaching for her bag "Yes" he said "I don't have time for this maybe next time" "C'mon I know this Inn that just opened a few days ago which serves the best roasted pork we can go there and have dinner" "Like I said I don't have time and besides I don't have the money for butadon and Ryokans around here are expansive" "I'll pay for everything"he said "No thank you, I'm on a mission and guys are a destruction"she said "I'm not asking you out"he said "Oh ok"she smiled smugly "No actually I am asking you out" "No thanks, I was hurt the last time someone asked me out, I don't want to go through that again" "You're cute but I'm sorry I can't"she laughed as she walked away from him "But why" Omalicha slowly and sexily descended the stairs. Daichi's eyes were locked onto her plump rear as she walked down. Omalicha was so ethereal, her aura was something else Daichi was in awe as he watched her sway her hips left and right, she turned her head and gave Daichi a wink before disappearing down the stairs. Daichi sighed in happiness wondering about the things he could do to her and bellybutton. In the next morning still in her pajamas, Omalicha was standing in her balcony looking at commuters busy rushing up and down taking intricate patterns like ants in a nest, she then looked to her left and saw someone familiar. Daichi was there in his balcony, sitting on a chair wearing a purple gown scrolling through his phone while taking a sip of coffee. Omalicha turned her head around and acted as if she didn't see him. "Hey I was wondering when were you going to wake up"Daichi said putting his phone down "Hey I'm talking you" Omalicha kept ignoring him "Yes what do you want!"she turned around and gave him a dirty look "A "good morning" would be nice" "Please do me a favour and leave me alone" "You have questions don't you, as to why am I here"he smiled "No I don't" she pouted "Sure, I'm coming over"he said with a slight grin on his face "Heh.. what.. don't come" "Sorry I'm coming" he said a he rushed back inside. Omalicha rushed back too and locked the door. "Omalicha! come out come out"he called "What do you want" "C'mon I just want to talk to you"he chuckled "You're a creep, get lost" she said as she leaned with her back behind the door struggling to hold her laughter "Ok"he said with a frown slowly walking back as if his factory settings got reset Omalicha laughed and then unlocked the door, Daichi heard the sounds he rushed back and waited patiently on the door. "Mr Naiporo, your one interesting fellow" "I get that a lot, but I'm mad... really mad"he leaned on door frame giving Omalicha a dirty look "Why"she chuckled and shook her head lightly "You called me a creep" "I mean you sure sounded like one" "I've been called many things in past, but creep now that's going too far" "Ok ok I take it back you're not a creep,Sheesh" She said but Daichi ignored her "Ok I'm sorry" Omalicha said and Daichi smiled Both of them were silent for her while so silent that it became awkward. Daichi fidgeted with his fingers, and his eyes were darting around, Omalicha became annoyed because of the sudden silence, she could see he had something to say. "I know you have something to say, just spit it out" "I like you"he said boldly "Heh.. what how can you be so straight forward and upfront like that." She felt an unexpected warmth flooding her body and her face radiated revealing a shimmer on her forehead and on the cheeks. "You're intelligent, responsible and hardworking.. I like that". "There are thousands of women like that."she said as her cheeks glowed more "But I like you" "I know you don't mean what you're saying it's all tatemae".she folded her arms and looked away "No I'm being honest".he said "I'm too blunt you know, well that's what people say, I'm sure when you get to know me you won't like that." "I don't see the problem with that". he said "Well a lot people don't think so, especially Ken he thinks I'm too blunt I have to tone it down. It's exhausting to keep this tatemae, I always feel like I'm walking on eggshells because I can't use tatemae, and it's hard to tell if somebody is being genuine or not". she said "I understand, I've been living in Ireland for the last three years and people there were blunt and brutally honest, at first I felt like my coworkers were rude maybe is because I was used to a lot of tatemae but as time went on I began to appreciate it because it showed me that they trusted that I can handle honesty. I always thought you couldn't be polite without telling lies but they proved me wrong". Daichi said "At least you can understand it". "It's still hard, insincerity is toxic I'd prefer someone to be honest even if it hurts me". he said "I've been living here for months and I just found out about tatemae weeks ago, I thought it was something that everyone and everywhere does it's just that people in Japan have a name for it but I was just wrong, it was embedded in the Japanese culture. To be honest, that made me second guess everything someone tells me. When I started working here Ken would take out me for lunch and help me with everything but he started ignoring me,for months I wondered about this, then I found out that he was obliged to take me out and everything, what he said about "looking forward to being buddies" was just tatemae". That messed me up but I'm glad that he apologized". "That must've slowly dismantled the fairytale fantasy you had about Japan". he said with a smug. "Yes"she laughed "I guess we shouldn't romantisize anything, anyways won't you be going to work." "Yes, I'm just going to relax and stay in the bed all day." She stretched herself "Why, Ken is going to fire you." "At this point I don't care, I'm just exhausted I need some me time, I asked for a personal date and Ken denied me one and I never ask for anything, I work my ass off and for what, the peanuts that I get?, I just can't anymore my wellbeing comes first and jobs are replaceable." "I guess that makes the two of us, Ken will be pissed, but I don't care It's a Friday and I want to have some fun, wanna join me" "Nah thanks and you haven't explained to me about you living here now" "Oh yeah I moved here last night, and I'm the landlord's son" "I can see where you got it from, your mom is quite the women, she's very persuasive she can't take no for answer" "I sorry about that, she was a saleswoman before starting a real estate company." Daichi moved closer Omalicha took a step back"Don't be, anyways see you on Monday" "C'mon"Daichi smiled at Omalicha, from where he had been standing."This is my honne, I like you and I saw your bellybutton yesterday , it's sexy and know you think this is weird but that's how I feel." Daichi went on about his feelings while she stood there, her body flared as if she was the Human Torch. She couldn't take anymore she excused herself, covering her blushing face, ran inside. She locked herself in her room, breathing heavily she asked herself why she felt this way. She hasn't been overwhelmed with such feelings in ages, she had the same intense feeling when she was little playing the New Super Mario Wii game running away from King Bill while listening to Young Girl A. It was so intese that she started sweating. After a while Omalicha came out and gave Daichi a wicked grin. And then both of them exchanged evil grins before bursting into laughter. Omalicha thought it was her personal day maybe she should give what the body needs. "Here it is, but I don't think it's sexy"she said showing Daichi her bellybutton "No it's sexy can I lick it"he asked moving in front of her and squatted "No, bellybuttons are inherently unhygienic"she nuzzled her nose "So let's clean it"he picked her up by her ass, and her bosom pressed against his chest, he took a whiff and Omalicha smelled like rainbows he thought,her pleasant smell drived him crazy. Daichi took her to her room and layed her on the bed and cushioned her head with a pillow. Omalicha buried her face in her hands embarrassed, she had never showed her bellybutton to any guy let alone allowing a guy to clean it, it was hideous she thought. On the other hand Daichi was having a blast as he jammed up to Tiny Little Adiantum looking for the q tips in the drawers. "Daichi" "Yes" "You meant what you said, right?" "About what?"he asked "About my bellybutton, you said it was sexy" "Yes it is, don't worry ever since I met you I've never used tatemae, and I'll try to keep it that way" "Oh ok" she said "I've found them!"he said with excitement after reaching for the q tips container "So Daichi what's so arousing about bellybuttons" she asked He took his time and gulped"I believe in this world of sexuality nearly anything is possible. Almost anything can be sexually arousing to someone, somewhere. Humans happen to be complex creatures, and our ability to use imaginations never fails to astonish. So we shouldn't belittle anyone for their kinks and fetishes." "And yes, bellybuttons are arousing too, personally I just like how they look and how they feel when you play with them or torture them. Some people can't reach the climax if they don't get their bellybutton played with or tortured. Believe it or not many people can get an orgasm from playing with their bellybutton, it's so pleasurable that you can literally cum." "Interesting, but mine is sensitive not in a pleasurable way, I once accidentally flicked my bellybutton with a rubber band, it hurt so bad that I couldn't wear anything over for hours" "That can happen,but I promise I'll be gentle and if you feel any discomfort don't hesitate to tell me"he said reaching the q tip "Ok" She stared and bit her lip. She knew what was coming, without warning Daichi sticked the q tip by the bottom bumpy crevice where the heart shape started. Omalicha let out a squeal "Eeeeeeeepppppp" "I'm sorry, I'm sorry"he blushed as she curled up her toes and became stiff "Go.. go head, it didn't hurt my bellybutton is just unbearably sensitive" "Oh ok, I'll be even more gentle."he wiped the sweat on his fore head Daichi traced through the folds with the q tip, Omalicha let out a "Mmmmm" signalling she was enjoying it as the q tip picked up all the gunk inside. She closed her eyes savoring the moment as Daichi gave it more strength swirling through the folds,it was so satisfying. After a couple of swirls Daichi disposed the q tip and then stretched the folds to see if there was any gunk left. "It's clean"he sighed with delight "So what now"she asked. Daichi got on top of her and unbuttoned her top pajama,her belly was fully exposed now. "This makes me feel naughty in all kinds of waty"he confessed swirling his finger around her bellybutton. She chortled in embarrassment, she moved her head to the side and shut her eyes preparing for what's to come. "Get on with it" she said shyly "Shhhhh! I'm going to melt your mind and body with pleasure, just like you want me too"he whispered to her ear. She didn't know when it was coming but her senses were now hyper alert. Without warning Daichi darted his tongue back and forth between the thick folds with lightning quickness. Omalicha let out a howling laughter "WUUUUUUU HUUUU HUUUHU HUUUU HUUUHU HUUUU". Omalicha began to struggle moving her legs restlessy on the sheets, she tried rolling away but Daichi grabbed her by the hips and hold her in good position. She let out a piercing scream "DAICHIIIIIIIIIIIIIII" but he ignored her he continued mercilessly darting his tongue like a spear with more quickness. "DAICHIIIIIIIIIIIIIII" she screamed. Daichi filled every crevice with his saliva, and tasted the insides while she began sweating heavily. He changed his motion with the tip of his tongue he started wiggling the tip of her bellybutton which sent her to hysterics. She was laughing like crazy moving her arms up and down. "HAHAHAHA HAAHAAA HAAA", Daichi kept going she moved her head side ways to the point he was struggling to hold her down as she thrusted her body up, Daichi was sweating but his excitement was high he kept attacking her bellybutton with his tongue. She was on beast mode she kept throwing her hands furiously nearly hitting Daich on the face. Daichi paused "Woahhh I'm scaroused"Daichi panted between words and took a huge breath before wiping the sweat on his face which was now red "Scaroused, haha is that even a word" she said panting "Yes, you were moving violently" "What was I supposed to do my bellybutton is very sensitive, My body just moved on it's own I couldn't do anything besides that" "Interesting, what other situations does your body move on it's own" he asked with a devilish grin "I don't know"she covered her face "Ok but do you want to continue with this" "Yessss"she whispered urgently "Ok, but I have do this" Daichi got up and went to his apartment and a few moments later he returned with a box full of sex toys,whips, feathers,ropes and other torture devices. Omalicha had closed her eyes waiting patiently for him to continue, she was feeling unbearably hot so she decided to remove her pajamas. Daichi watched in awe as she striped her clothes, he was excited because this was going to make things easier for him to reach her sensitive spots. Daichi smiled and told her that as he promised he was going to make her mind and body melt with pleasure. And finally she was in her white panties, she watched as he tied the rope on the ceiling ,at first she was skeptical of all of this but the idea of being tied up tickled and tortured simply turned her on, like eyes watering, struggling to breathe, wanting to crawl out of her skin because she will be experiencing such intense discomfort from tickling and torture. After tying the rope to the ceiling he asked her if she wanted to continue with it or not, she might regret it later but she ignored him "I'm all yours" she said sensually and cuffed herself and then crawled to him, "oh well let's do this" he said tying the rope tightly on the cuff's chain. "Let's begin" he said, Daichi brought her closer to him, without hesitation he placed his mouth on her bellybutton and gave it a good suck, eliciting a loud moan from Omalicha, she felt her bellybutton unfold inside Daichi's mouth, she felt like her vitality was being siphoned away through her bellybutton as it grew in size in his mouth. Daichi strengthened the suction until her umbilical flesh was inside his mouth, he nearly choked because of this. Daichi released her bellybutton from his mouth and allowed her take a glance of her bellybutton which was completely out, Omalicha marveled at it's size and how nice and sore it felt. Without warning Daichi reached for her bellybutton scraped the tip of the soft umbilical flesh, she tried to fight the irresistible urge squirm but she couldn't, she let out a loud moan and began to squirm spasmodically, the sensations were just too much for her mortal body. She was tied up she couldn't do anything, her vulnerable protruding umbilical flesh was just out there to be tortured mercilessly. Daichi grabbed on it and yanked it outwards, she let out another high pitched scream struggling furiously at her bonds. Her head thrusted from side to side, she was soaked in her sweat she couldn't take it but Daichi hadn't started yet. He pulled out a feather with stiff veins and fluffy veins,he dabbed her bellybutton Omalicha gritted her teeth. "Oh you think you're tough" he said, Daichi dabbed her bellybutton she began to squirm he did it again and again and then he changed motion he traced her naked belly back and forth, she strained her belly and her bellybutton seemed to jutt out more. "Interesting, your bellybutton and your body want more, better give it what it wants"he said with a grin from ear to ear "I think I had enough"she said panting "No you don't, your body wants more"he said Daichi unhooked her bra and exposed her tities, he didn't waste any time he moved the feather along her shoulders, to her chest down to her cleavage and with lightning quickness he swept under the tits, she was filled with ecstasy she began to giggle like a little girl. And without warning Daichi's hands shot out and fluttered two little downy feathers behind Omalicha's ears, she sputtered and giggled involuntarily. "HEEEEEEE HEEEEEE HEEEEEEE STOOOO HOOO HOOOP" Daichi kept attacking her highly sensitised body, more waves of pleasure bashed her internally as he kept going. Daichi went back and tickled her bellybutton more and more waves of pleasure exploded she let out a slutty, muffled moan against her will, her first orgasm rocked her body, her thighs were throbbing. Daichi paused and asked her if she liked it she shyly looked elsewhere and nodded yes. Still tied to the ceiling, Daichi moved closer, he saw the wet spot on her pantie, he attacked her poor bellybutton which was now irritated, he took out a brush stroked her bellybutton up and down Omalicha tried to twist away from the brush, but there was no way she was tied and bound by him and her helpless bellybutton couldn't evade her tickler. Daichi's excitement hadn't peaked yet he kept going mercilessly, tear filled, swollen eyes, Omalicha let out another howling laughter."WOOOOOOO HOOOOOOO HOOOOOO HOO". Daichi changed the pacing to intense, Omalicha lost all control, contorting her body, tossing her head back and forth in a loud fit of squeals. With all her might she screamed "PLEASEEEEEE STOOOOOPP" "Sorry I don't understand Engrish"he said with a Japanese accent "YAMETEEEE" "Huh" "YAMATE KUDASAIIIIIIIII" "NANI?"He burst out laughing This gaijin was something else he thought. Her orgasm had subsided but he wanted to tease her more, Daichi launched his lips on her bellybutton and sucked her bellybutton, she felt a combination of shame, disgust, and fear along with a perverse tingle of excitement as he kept sucking. This was so good that she had forgotten about her problems, Daichi seemed to be draining all her pain and suffering. She shrieked as he used all his might and strengthened the suction, she was in Dreamland. But that savage beast bit her bellybutton, she wailed uncontrollably her eyes opened wide with horror, she couldn't take it! it was excruciating she convulsed with unparalleled vigor. Daichi then released her inflamed bellybutton her eyes still widened in horror, he uncuffed her she dropped on the bed tired, panting swallowing hard, she just lied there twitching while her bellybutton stuck out. Daichi watched in awe. "What a sight"he said Like a gentleman, he picked her up and took her to his apartment and left her rest there. He came back to her apartment and tidied everything and even washed the sheets. Hours later she woke up and found herself down to her birthday suit in his room, she was embarrassed and scared she got up and went to the kitchen. She found him cooking, whatever he was cooking sure smelled good and familiar. He asked her to see what he was cooking, she refused and said she needs to take a shower before that. He walked across the room to her and when he got there he took a whiff of her scent. His force awakened. "That's one of the most feminine thing I've ever smelled"he remarked "Heh, what do you mean" she blushed "Oh nothing, you see I'm cooking something I'm sure you're gonna like it, well it's sorta like a fusion, a blend between two dishes to make a new one, come and see" he grabbed her hand and took her to the stove "You're cooking jollof rice"she gleamed with excitement "Sorta, I'm making butadon, using jollof rice as the base I know it's a complete dish but I'm going to top it with sweet grilled pork loins and make the perfect rice bowl dish"he said "That's sounds delicious" "Wanna join me?" "Yes"she said shyly "But first I need to take a shower"she said "Sure, you can take it here if you want" "No thank you" "Oh ok, but are you going to go outside like that, I know it's dark but I don't want anyone to see my lady like that" like a child he pouted and took off his white shirt "Your lady?"she giggled "Yes"he said buttoning the shirt "Oh ok"she covered her blushing face With that she went to her apartment and took a shower and then returned later. When she got there she was greeted with the delicious smell that filled the entire apartment. She took a single step and Daichi quickly picked her up and took her to the table. "I don't want you to walk for today" "This is ridiculous"she giggled "But why" "Tomorrow I want to tickle those beautiful toes of yours not to forget the soles too" "No!, I've had enough of torture maybe you should be the one that has to be tortured" "I'm ok with that"he said "And your bellybutton, you haven't shown me" "I don't have a problem with that either, you'll see it but mine is not as interesting as yours, yours is the kind of bellybutton I imagined a succubus would"he said "Oh ok" "So what about an Incubus , what kind of bellybutton you thing they can have?" "Well I don't know maybe oval shaped innies"he said "That's boring I think the ones that are shaped like swirls would be perfect"she said "Maybe, let's eat before the food gets cold" "Yeah" They spent the night together, playing Tekken 8 and conversing. Daichi enjoyed her company he has never brought a girl to his apartment before. That night was really special for him, they both fell asleep on the couch. In the morning Daichi woke up and found Omalicha resting her head on his chest, he panicked at first and later calmed down he didn't want to wake her up. He layed her head on a pillow and sneaked out, he went to the bathroom and took a leak before going to the kitchen. Omalicha woke up. "Where am I"she yawned between words "You're awake, good" "We spent the the night together"her eyebrows raised "Yes but nothing happened"he said "I'm glad" "Wanna join me for breakfast"he asked "Tell me, why are you doing this, why have you been nice to me, do you have an agenda" "No, why would I" "You see nice guys are nice until they get something they want, that scares me. Just be honest" "What's with this, showing a benevolent gesture makes me sus, aren't we dating" "But" "But what, didn't I promise you that I'll be honest with everything as much as I can,and yes I want to fuck you but that's not the point, and I hate this "nice guy" label you're giving me, I'd say I'm a good guy. Don't worry I don't have any ulterior motives." "Ok"she ran across the room and gave him a hug"promise me" she said "Yeah, so do you want to join me for breakfast"he said, she smiled eagerly and said "yes". Daichi gave her a passionate smooch. After having their breakfast, Daichi asked her if she ever traveled to Hokkaido, expectedly she said no. Daichi wanted to take a trip with her to Asahikawa, she refused she said she doesn't have enough money for a trip like that, she could only afford spending money around here in Tokyo. Daichi told her not to worry he had covered everything and bought two flights to Hokkaido. She expressed that she doesn't deserve something like that, but Daichi ended up convincing her he pointed out that they both needed a gateway to release these negative emotions. They've been depriving themselves with joy for a long time. In the next hour they got ready and took a flight to Hokkaido. When they got there they sent their luggage to a Ryokan Daichi had booked, it was a bit cold but they were still going to have fun. First they stopped at Asahiyama Zoo, it was busier than usual but they managed to spend some time with the penguins and took a couple of pictures. After that they visited Zerubu Hills but because it getting more cold they didn't spend much time there they went to a restaurant that serves Ainu food. Daichi decided to take her to the Kawamura Kaneto Ainu Memorial Hall which was Hokkaido's oldest museum of Ainu culture, it was opened by Kawamura Kaneto, it's exhibit contained approximately five hundred artifacts of Ainu lifestyle and clothing. This was special for Daichi because he was Ainu, he revealed that on his father's side they're Ainu and his Ainu name is Ekashiba which he was given by his grandma. Omalicha was surprised, she looked up what Ekashiba meant, she found out that it means "someone who can do great things". They returned to the Inn because it was getting colder. When they got inside their room Omalicha pushed Daichi to the bed, she gave him a seductive look and then took off her clothes. Daichi watched her as she sexily did that. Omalicha was now in her pink bra and panty, she asked him to take off his clothes but he hesitated. "Down to your birthday suit"she said seductively "No I don't think we can do this today, it's cold" "C'mon, you want to be tortured, right" "Yeah, but.." "But what, this is something you wanted all along. Don't worry about the cold, our bodies will heat up soon but only if you go inside me" "Ok let's do this" "How are we going to do it if you're still on your clothes" "Ok fine" Daichi off his clothes but he was being slow, Omalicha helped him with it. Daichi was now on his grey LMAO undies. "Oh my gosh that is so cuteeeee"her voice squeaked upon seeing his bellybutton. His bellybutton was a swirl, it wasn't a perfect swirl but it was meaty and cute. His bellybutton complimented his fine abs and the happy trail really did it for Omalicha. His bellybutton was a little red Daichi rubbed it, she watched in awe as he did that. Daichi was embarrassed, he thought she was just messing with him but she was serious his bellybutton was cute she couldn't take her eyes off of it, it was hypnotic. Omalicha asked him again if he wanted to be tortured, he crazily nodded. Daichi got on top of the bed and waiting for her, Omalicha had brought ropes to tie him up, I mean it was only fair since he tied yesterday. She spread his legs and arms and tied them to the bed tightly,and then she cushioned his head with a pillow. She leaped on top of him she lowered her head and gave him a smooch before running her magical hands across his chest. She flicked his right nipple and stroked the left one eliciting a light grunt from. She did this several times until he began to laugh while his breath quickened. Omalicha wanted to make him laugh even more he fought an irresistible urge to squirm but he gave in and tossed his head left and right as she scribbled her naughty fingers under his armpits. He hollered like a hyena as she tickled his heightened armpits, he continuously squirmed he couldn't run away from her hands as she was on top of him, and the ropes were tightly fastened. The room temperature rose because of their heating bodies, his face was now red Omalicha turned around and attacked his soles, she scrabbled her fingers up and down his soles tickling vigorously throughout,he curled his toes it was too much he couldn't take it anymore. He let out a howling laughter sweating, his laughter was encouraging her she went on mercilessly, Daichi began to thrust his body up she didn't give him any chance to breathe at all she tickled his soles for ten minutes it got to the point that he stopped squirming but he twitched a little, his body was like shutting it's senses down. Omalicha was tired of using her fingers she took a fluffy feather and stroked his soles and moved around and between the toes and once again he collapsed in paroxysms of laughter. He tried to wiggle one of his foot away but she held it down and used her body weight to keep his leg in place she tickled his highly sensitized feet, he was laughing hard as if he had a gelastic seizure his cute face was now crimson, she was exhausted from all the tickling she stopped. Omalicha lied on his sweaty chest taking fast short breaths until she gained composure, Daichi was exhausted too he shut his eyes and stayed still. They lied there for minutes, Omalicha could feel his heart beat slowing down back to normal. Omalicha got up and reached for the cotton buds. "I'm sorry I have to do this"she licked her lips lustfully And suddenly she sticked the cotton bud and expertly swirled through the folds of his bellybutton, surprisingly it didn't evoke any emotion. She sat there disappointed. Daichi realised that and laughed he told her that earlier he tortured his bellybutton when she wasn't watching, he claimed that it was numb. Omalicha was angry she felt cheated on but all hope wasn't lost. "Your bellybutton is numb, right?"she asked "Obviously"he said struggling to hold back his laughter "You're going to regret it"she stared him wickedly "Sure"he laughed "I'll pop it out and bite it so hard that you'll cry and beg me to stop, you shouldn't have tortured it without me". She said with a slight grin on her face "No no no no no no don't do that, I'm going to die". "No you won't, you bit mine yesterday it was painful and yet it felt good, I want to share that feeling with you. Think of me as a succubus I only want to bless you with pleasure". "You can't"he said "What's going to stop me mmmh?"she laughed wickedly "No, you can't"his eyes were filled with horror,his breath sped up "Watch me" Omalicha launched her lips on his bellybutton and began to suck it out. Daichi felt it unfolds inside her mouth, she kept sucking and until she filled her mouth with his bellybutton. Daichi arched his back as she impaled his bellybutton with her tongue she stroked it up and down and his breath sped up more. Daichi expected pain but he was surprised to feel a growing excitement as he looked down and saw her sunken cheeks from sucking his bellybutton. She was doing sorcery on his bellybutton, he sighed pleasantly and looked up. Omalicha kept sucking it until he was fully in a trance of ecstasy. Her jaw was aching from the effort as her tongue lashed back and forth she wanted to end this, without warning she bit his bellybutton eliciting loud grunt from him. He was horrified and confused. "I got you where I wanted"she giggled and went for another bite Daichi arched his back and began to shake with unparalleled vigor. Omalicha buried her face and gave it another bite and then watched him squirm as tears filled his eyes. She wasn't done yet she took a crocodile clamp and place it on his bellybutton, Daichi let out a bull's moan. Omalicha was SCARAOUSED she watched him struggle writhing on the bed. And suddenly Daichi managed to free his right hand and with lighting quickness he reached for her bellybutton and squeezed it, Omalicha begged and cried. His force awakened because of her cries he told her to untie him if she wanted him to stop and she did quickly. Both of them felt unbearably hot they took off their undies, they were now naked. Omalicha leaped onto him, they started smooching and kissing, Daichi reached for one of her boobie he squeezed it to his heart’s content while she lustfully moaned rubbing his stiff throbbing cock. Daichi flipped her over he was on his knees he mounted her legs onto his shoulders while she guided his dick to her pussy. Daichi grabbed her hips grinding her crotch against his, finally he was inside. He started with long slow strokes making sure she was comfortable and then he sped up the pace she began to moan softly. He kept the pace consistent but her moans increased, her moans were encouraging him to pump faster, and then he grabbed her by the waist firmly and rocked her crotch against his dick she sighed pleasantly as he worked, encouraging him onwards. "OOOOHHHHH OOOHHHHH OOOHHHHH" Her moans intensified, Daichi saw her inflamed protruding bellybutton and pressed it like a switch. She tossed her head sides ways savagely, she orgasmed. Daichi kept ramming her pussy simultaneously fondling with her bellybutton, she was moaning crazily. Her bellybutton seemed to be a switch that needed to be messed with. A wave of warmth from his crotch area coursed through his body and he busted it was just too good, the warm juices inside felt good. Daichi pulled out his cock and flipped her around she was on her knees, he reached her protruding bellybutton from behind and squeezed it. With frantic squeals she begged him to stop. He squeezed her bellybutton meat she sobbed begging him again and again, it was more than she could take she was on fire from the waist down. She looked over her shoulder, her back arched as her hair clung to her face sobbing. "You're gonna pay"she sniffled and reached for his bellybutton and pulled it. Daichi clenched his teeth trying hard not to give in. Omalicha sniffled and giggled, she thought he was being selfish for not moaning, she wanted him to equally participate on moaning. She grabbed his bellybutton again and pulled it every direction, finally Daichi let out a moan. Omalicha looked at him still flushed and panting from the bellybutton torture somehow she knew where he'd be most sensitive right now, she giggled. Her giggles were cut off by a beastly moan, as her body responded to the rapidly pounding cock stretching her wide. She was caught off guard but this was good for Daichi he punished her pussy, before she knew it, another orgasm slammed into her, fuzzing her mind as she muttered "Ekashiba Ekashiba Ekashibaaaaaaaa". "Zawarudo wourdn't know how zis is gorzen"He said with a Japanese accent "Golden? Is it that good" she asked panting between words. Daichi nodded urgently in affirmation. Daichi reached for her bellybutton again and gave it a squeeze while pounding her more. Omalicha grunted and moaned with each exhalation Ya boy wasn't playing around. Daichi was thrilled hearing her moans intensifying each thrust, Daichi grinned and said "They don't call me Ekashiba for nothing". He kept fucking her like that until he busted again, he pulled out and she immediately collapsed on the bed and Daichi lied beside her panting, they lied there for while until they gained composure. Omalicha rolled over to Daichi and gave him a kiss and said that he gave her a wonderful time. Daichi told her that he had a great time too. Omalicha got up and told Daichi that she was going to get a shower and then relax in the onsen if he wanted should he follow her, Daichi smiled and headed to the shower with her. Daichi sat on the Hinoki stool and switched the shower valve and scrubbed his head while Omalicha applied Pelican For Back Medicated Soap on her boobs until there were bubbles covering her bosom. "What are you doing"he asked "Isn't it obvious I'm washing your back"she said pressing her boobs on his back and swirled around them around "Be sure to change position and strength when you press your boobs into me" he said "Move them left and right and in circles not just up and down"he continued "Ooo that makes me feel good"she said After their shower, Omalicha soaked into the private open-air onsen/Rotenburo it felt wonderful while she listened to Clairvoyant by MISOGI, she looked up to the stars and the sky for a moment and then snow began to fall. Omalicha watched one glittering snowflake land on the back of her hand, it was followed by another one. She was able to see each unique pattern these small wonders possessed, she was filled with joy she always thought every snowflake looked the same maybe the reason was that she always looked snowflakes from a distance. Daichi had wrapped himself with a blanket, a cold wind kissed against his flushed red cheeks, he exhaled sharply hesitating to join Omalicha. She called for him and he told her to wait because he wanted to pop out his bellybutton before soaking in. "Uhh"he grunted after popping out his sore bellybutton, and then took off his blue pants and joined her Omalicha was excited they smooched and kissed in the water, Omalicha noted that her bellybutton wasn't sore anymore, did the hot spring heal it up?. Daichi explained that when soaking in a hot spring the body blocks the pain receptors that's why she doesn't feel any pain. Omalicha was relieved from the fatigue and pain, and her bellybutton was popped out it felt like it was always out. And a film formed on her skin resulting to a slightly tacky feeling after her bath, the onsen was great she would love to do this again. After the hot bath they tried the Japanese cold milk with onsen tamago eggs, Omalicha took a sip of furutsu gyuunyuu (fruit milk) while Daichi sipped koohii gyuunyuu (coffee milk) and conversed until midnight and then they had a restful sleep. Both of them weren't planning on losing their virginity but it happened, their love blossomed because of that, Omalicha was glad to have someone like Daichi by her side.

Author's Note: Just a little story/announcement hybrid! Hope ya enjoy and keep your eyes peeled for what I have planned coming up. I smiled as I combed my brown hair and straitened my red shirt, "Hey all, thanks for subscribing to my Patreon! I thought I'd do something fun for this announcement and have it be its own self-contained story. Regardless, I want to thank everyone who has subscribed to the Patreon so far! I know it's going to build over time into a larger community and I appreciate all the support you're giving me," I bowed and gave you an earnest smile, "So, lets get into the knitty-gritty: Dungeons & Denny's should be done within the next few days. It's just taking longer to spellcheck because I have to focus on other things in real life," I cleared my throat and continued, "I'll also have other stories out throughout the month. I can't promise every single story will be long and incredibly detailed, but I'll try to have a little something for everyone! I also want

The Kindness of Neighbors Part 7 Part 7, David spends another evening under his dominant sister's thumb… and toes. CW:Femdom, Forced Feminization, Sisterdom, light Momdom, Chastity, Humiliation and Maid Work. I stood up and walked over to Jenna where she stood in my doorway. I should clarify (and maybe this is obvious), we are fraternal twins, not identical. She was quite a bit shorter than me. But the dominant smirk she wore on her face made me feel 1 inch tall compared to her. She reached into her bag and pulled out a lacy yellow pair of panties. "Go put these on in the bathroom. Then come back here." I nodded and was reminded of my sister's joy of humiliation as I replied. "Yes, Princess Jenna." My eyes grew wide as my voice was still low and sultry. I realized that Kathy had (probably intentionally) failed to tell me to stop using that voice! Jenna almost fell over laughing as I blushed and rushed to the bathroom. I locked the door behind me and stripped off my pants and boxer briefs. I froze in horror when I did. Kathy had also not removed my chastity cage! When I slid the panties on, my manhood was still compressed and out of sight, leaving me looking smooth down there! I realized that a program might make me ignore the discomfort! Panicking, I slid my pants back on, put my boxer briefs in my pocket and returned to my bedroom where I saw Jenna doing something by my dresser. She looked up and noticed me. "Come here, I have something to show you." I walked over and saw that she was at my underwear drawer. I was shocked by what I saw! The drawer was filled to the brim with panties in all colors and styles. There was everything from soft microfiber panties to skimpy g-strings. I looked at her in shock and found her grinning back at me. "Come on, slave. I'll explain." With that, she closed my drawer, turned on her heels and walked to her room, with her subservient slave in tow. When we entered her room, she closed the door behind us, sat on the edge of her bed, snapped her fingers and pointed at the floor in front of her. Without another word, I knelt in front of her. She smirked down at me, clearly enjoying every second of this. "So you're probably wondering about the panties. Well, Kathy was texting me today and told me all about your session today." A cold chill of dread ran down my back. She knew about my humiliating day of objectification and humiliation? Jenna smiled, nodded and continued. "That's right, she told me all about what you said in today's session. How you don't respect women, how you hold deep resentment toward us and how you fantasize about dominating and abusing us." I breathed a sigh of relief. At least she didn't know EVERYTHING. I looked up at Jenna and was surprised to see sympathy, understanding and caring. "She… she said that it was rooted in dad leaving us and never knowing him. David, dad hurt all of us when he left. I grew up without him too. I feel the same pain you do. You know that right?" I was stunned. Was this a real conversation happening?! She called me 'David' and was speaking from the heart. Was this a sign that she was softening to my plight? Had Kathy made a misstep by bringing dad into this? I nodded to Jenna, letting her know that I understood. Jenna took a deep breath and her face returned to its dominant expression. "Good, then you'll understand what I'm about to say. It's not fair to blame mom and me for his leaving. You are punishing us and all women for what a man did, and that ends here! Kathy says that getting you in touch with your feminine side will help you work past this deep set hatred you have and she insists that the more degrading this is, the more helpful it will be for you." And there it was. Kathy hadn't made a mistake, she had made sure that new torturous punishments and treatment could 'ethically' be introduced at home. And as far as she knew, Jenna could now let loose and think that she was helping her brother. I could have killed Kathy in that moment, but even that thought sent a painful jab straight through my brain. "So to help you, Kathy used CashApp earlier to send me money to buy you panties." She started cackling as she continued. "Because it's probably pretty hard to try and act like some big, tough, strong man when your in frilly little girl panties!" When she finished, she fell over laughing at the absurdity of the idea. I could only kneel and take it until she finished. "So, let's help you get more in touch with your girly side. You'll give me a manny/peddy with French tips. Oh wait." She grabbed her phone and scrolled through some text messages. "Kathy said to tell you 'Make my nails perfect and make them FRENCH.'" That was the trigger word. I looked on her bed and saw that she had all of her nail polishing supplies ready. My body took the supplied and got started. I spent an hour, bent over and painstakingly painting each nail to perfection. My hands and back got sore from the posture, but my brain prod wouldn't let me stop until each nail was perfect. After I was done, Jenna looked like she had more for me to do, but we heard mom coming up the stairs calling my name. Jenna rolled her eyes in annoyance and looked at me. "Well, I guess I shouldn't be selfish with the household slave. Go. But stop using that stupid voice. Kathy said mom doesn't know everything and that's probably for the best. She said, "If you don't respond well to my order to check your phone." I took out my phone and saw I did have a text from Kathy. Kathy: Your sister said she enjoyed your voice, but speak normally to your mother. She doesn't need to know what's going on yet. Give me time, one day you'll be an obedient little sissy slave both at my house and your mother's. I promise you that. I groaned as I left Jenna's room and found mom at the top of the stairs. She looked a little annoyed with me. "David, I really appreciate the changes you're making and I'm very happy with your progress, but you are not living up to your new commitments. The laundry is piling up in the laundry room and that was something you said you would handle." I felt a sharp pain in my head, my punishment for failing in my duties. "I'm so sorry mom. I have no excuse. I'll get started on it right away." Mom raised an eyebrow. "Yes you will, but you owe me something first. Come with me." I followed mom to the living room and sat next to her on the couch. "My feet are so sore. Rub them for me and tell me how your session went today." With that, mom kicked off her shoes and put her stockinged feet on my lap. I spent about 20 minutes rubbing her feet and regurgitating the cover story that was implanted in my mind. As I spoke, mom's attitude toward me changed, becoming less annoyed and more understanding. "Oh David. I always suspected that your dad leaving had some effect, but you never wanted to talk to me about it. I'm so sorry that you feel so hurt that you strike out against others. But Kathy is right, you have to stop punishing others for your pain. Does that make sense?" I nodded my head. "Yes mom. I'm so sorry for taking my anger out on you and all women. I realize now that my male hormones and affinity towards violence led me down this destructive path. I hope that my chores and service will help me get a new, more constructive perspective." I gritted my teeth at the words I was saying. Forcing me to blame my male hormones would just sink in the fact that I would be better off as a sissy! Darn that woman! I endured another punishing mental jab for that sentiment. Mom was smiling at me. "Wow, Kathy is really helping you get a new perspective! Well, my feet and mind feel much better. Get the laundry done before you go to bed okay?" I nodded, knowing that the laundry would probably only take me about an hour and a half. I got to the laundry room and found a modest stack of laundry. I got to work, but was heavily guided by my mental prod. First of all, I found that I needed to separate panties from the rest of the clothes. As I started a load of darks, I carried the panties to the sink and to my chagrin, I started hand washing them all. As I did the laundry, I found that there were new thorough practices that must have been part of my new chore programming. I hand washed the panties and stockings, made sure that the washer and dryer setting were uniquely set for each individual load and after the dryer, I found myself ironing each individual piece of clothing. It took me hours of slaving over each individual garment and sorting the clothes into different laundry baskets. By the time I carried the baskets and set mom's clothes by her door and Jenna's clothes by hers, it was well after midnight. I dragged myself into bed, physically exhausted from the non-stop chores and mentally exhausted from the torture, humiliation and mental discipline I had suffered throughout the day. As I laid down, I wondered how I could possibly go on another day, but then I saw Kathy's sadistic smile in my minds eye and heard her voice in my head, answering my miserable thoughts. "You'll go on because I own you, and I say so." To be continued…

(Based off of an obscure game called Kingdoms and Castles. Witches in the game demand materials in return for spells and stuff) A big heave and then a big drop. Followed by a trotting away. The immortal yet beautiful witch leaves her small hut to be greeted by a load of foods. Breads, porks, fish, apples and even dragon meat. All there for her. Just a year ago the King of the realm had made a deal with the witch that said if the king gave her a large amount of food, the witch would provide magical protection to his land. He had held up his part of the deal, and so did she. She rose her hands up high and out came powerful green magics that dispersed in to the clouds. She got to work stewing the food up. Hurriedly she prepared the meal, before awaiting the recipient. The witch had been stuck in a long term deal of her own, having to prepare food for a powerful dragon lest she wanted to be eaten. The witch sat patiently for the beast to come from the salty seas, twirling her silky long brown hair and flipping her hat. Hours past, long after the dragon was supposed to come. Yet she sits there bored. Finally the dragon arrives, but not how she has expects. Its corpse washes up on the shore, seemingly having died of old age. The witch pokes and prodes at the beast, waiting for it to stir. Yet it just rots in response. The lady cheers happily at the site of its corpse. She was no longer bound by the evil beast's deal and no longer lived in of it. But now she had a massive pot of magically tasty stew with no one to share it too. It was obviously expendable to the King, since he gave it to her. So the citizens of the Kingdom won't need it. The though of having it all to herself was pleasing. And she decided to take a pot. She tasted her work and instantly fell in love. The taste was perfect, heavenly and almost addicting. She quickly sculled down the bowl in her hands and went for a second. She slurped it down, sip by sip, until it was empty yet again. The witch hangered for another, her belly audibly sloshing. By her third bowl, it was starting to feel tight. In her desperation for more, the witch casted a spell right into her belly. Her stomach instantly let up, enough room for maybe the entire pot. Her eyes lit up as she realised she could go for a fourth. And a fifth. And a sixth. By her eleventh, her belly was swollen past that of a 9 month pregnant woman, swaying and wobbling like a balloon. She couldn't help but eat and eat it. The enormous weight was starting to way her down and she simply casted it off like it was nothing. The stew was barely even finished even after eleventh servings. The witch was enamoured by the taste, almost captured by it. Serving after serving, adding to the ocean within her. Her belly shook and rippled as she greedily chugged a bowl of it and shuddered as she sighed in relief after each one. Half way through the bowl, the witch had a midsection larger than a house. The ingredients over time had gathered close to the bottom, making it stronger the further she got through the meal. Now it gave off pure pleasure, sexual even. She moaned and groaned with each slurp and suck, enjoying it like the sex she never had. By the next day, she was a slob. An empty cauldron and a full witch laid next to eachother. The swollen witch laid pleasured, bitting her lip in arousal. She played and slapped her gigantic belly, moaning with each ripple. The witch was satisfied.

Dan seethed with anger as he watched the staff at the bustling theme park grant special privileges to a pregnant lady who had cut ahead of him in line. His frustration peaked as he muttered some disparaging words under his breath. "Unbelievable," he thought to himself, feeling a potent mixture of irritation and injustice. He couldn't fathom why this woman was getting preferential treatment when he had been waiting patiently for what felt like an eternity. Infuriated, Dan couldn't hold back any longer and resorted to calling her a "disgusting fat cow." His comment reverberated through the air, and he could feel the eyes of other visitors upon him. After a few moments of heated exchange with the woman, Dan, in a fit of anger, decided to storm off in search of a different attraction where he could escape the mounting annoyance. But his escape was cut short by a bizarre and unsettling sensation. As he walked away from the line, an inexplicable warmth began to tingle at his lower back

My wife and I really wanted to try something new this year. We have a standing tradition that we try new or different things over the holiday for Christmas and into new year. Well, I knew that this year was gonna be very different from the normal kinky onslaught of festivities in the bedroom. I just didn't expect that it would get as crazy as it did. I'm not complaining, like at all. I'm just a little overwhelmed by what my wife did. She bought a magic lamp, what I thought was gonna be a hoax. We exchanged gifts last night, Christmas eve per our tradition, and she gave me the lamp. I gave her a brand new milking machine because the one we've had was starting to wear out. She loves lactating and breastfeeding me, and I can't say that I'd want it any other way. All that actually changed last night, though. My wife was definitely happy with her new milker. The old one wasn't pumping as hard and the motor was getting really weak so she wasn't getting drained as much as she enjoys from the thing. But then, when I opened the gift she gave me, I was a little dumbfounded that it looked like an old oil lamp. Don't get me wrong, I like antiques but this was supposed to be a sexy, fun gift for both of us to enjoy. I looked at her a little sideways because she knew I'd been hoping that she'd have gotten something more practical for the bedroom. Y'know, like a strap on she could use on me, or one of those newfangled butt plugs that vibrates and provides just enough of a shock that it makes you clench up. Kind of like having a tens unit up your butt. She explained that this was supposed to be one of those genie lamps and helps to activate it by grabbing my hand and both of us rubbing it. I definitely didn't expect that a genie would actually come out, but one did. We were both stunned by the female genie that materialized in a puff of multicolored fog. This woman was fucking hot too. A bit bustier than my wife, raven black hair in a pony tail that hung down to her ass, brazed caramel color skin, and she was wearing a crop top and booty shorts. Which surprised us both. She introduced herself as Esmara and informed us that both of us would receive three wishes each, being that we both rubbed her out of her lamp. My wife was ecstatic and quickly hugged her, then was whispering something to her. I tried to hear what she was telling the genie, but she was being too quiet. So I was checking Esmara out, looking her body over. Oh my God she had one of those bubbled asses that you could bounce a nickel off of. Esmara had one hell of a body on her. Both of them were giggling as I scoured every inch of this genie's body visually. "I think I can accommodate that wish," Esmara said. Her middle eastern accent only lent to her exotic beauty, as she turned around and began kissing me. I almost pulled away from her, until my wife got behind me, pressing her tits into my back. My pajama pants were already becoming tented by my growing erection. "It's ok baby," my wife started, "Kiss her. Touch her. Play with her." Esmara was already pulling my hands from her hips to her ass as we continued kissing, while my wife was groping me. We'd talked about having a threesome for some time, but this was definitely a sexy shock that my wife would choose a genie to be the one we took to bed with us. Esmara's ass was exquisite in shape, size, firmness and then I felt her hands squeezing my ass. After a minute of being groped, front and back, Esmara began to stop kissing me. Then she turned me around to look at my wife. Who quickly got on her knees in front of me and yanked my bottoms down. Esmara peeked over my shoulder and gasped, "Oh my. You do have a nice one. I haven't seen one like yours in a long time." She took hold of my shaft as my wife was putting her hair up. "Uh, baby. Are you sure this is what you... hhhuuggnnnnn," I tried to ask just before I suddenly blew my load. Right on my wife's big tits. Granted that I thought my wife would look great with much bigger breasts than she had, which they were full e cups from repeated induction of lactation, mainly. "Watch," Esmara said in my ear as she pushed my head forward. As I looked at my wife, her tits covered in my cum, they began to slowly swell. My cum was being absorbed into them as she moaned in a very sexy way. Her nipples were rock hard and they were growing bigger with her tits. "Hard soldier needs huge tits to fuck. Full balls need to be drained. But we want that thick cock to grow long enough to stuff both of us full without losing potentcy," Esmara spoke softly in my ear. I groaned as Esmara squeezed the shaft of my 6 inch long, inch and three quarter thick dick. Then used it to beat my wife's nipples, before my wife caught it with her deepening cleavage. My dick felt like it was getting harder, but it also felt like it was stretching like one of those long balloons being blown up. "Oh fuck, fuck, shit," I moaned. Then Esmara grabbed my balls and gently fondled them. Rolling them softly in her fingers as she kissed my neck and nipped at me. My grape sized balls were suddenly growing along with my dick and it was really pleasurable. It really did resemble having them being blown up like balloons as my wife's warm, wet mouth encased my growing manhood. "Uh huh, big man," Esmara's sultry voice purred in my ear. "Your wife asked me to join you both on a journey of sexual exploration and I just couldn't say no," she explained. Then she was sucking, licking, and nibbling my ear as she rolled my nipples in her fingers. My wife was sucking me like a porn star, as usual, but this felt waayyy better than normal. My wedding tackle was growing, my wife was sucking me at a slow pace, Esmara continued her teasing. My wife suddenly stopped, then stood up, "Look honey." I looked at my wife, whose tits were now so much bigger. "Holy fuck. Look at those. Hhaahhh," I moaned as Esmara pulled at my nipples. My wife's tits had to be around an h cup in size, veins standing out against her skin. My jaw dropped open and my mouth began to water from just thinking about how much milk those massive melons would make. She stepped up to me, pushing her tits against me, "I take it that you like my newly added size? I really like how much you've grown but this is just the beginning baby." My dick and balls were still growing as I was throbbing hard and really starting to feel how big my balls were getting. I tried to reach down, but both of them stopped me. "Uh uh uh, that's not for you to play with. This," my wife squeezed my dick, "is for us to play with. Now be a good boy and lay down so we can have some fun, big boy." I was suddenly falling backwards onto the bed after my wife pushed me. "Woah," I said as I fell. Barely landing before Esmara was straddling me over my stomach. She was naked and I could feel how wet she was already. Her tits were now smaller than my wife's and they were fucking gorgeous. Dark areolae and nipples topping her ff cups, her nipples were nice and thick while barely long enough to suck on good. "So now I have a prince and a princess to serve. Would my prince like to try my wares?," Esmara said, cupping her nice tits. I slid my hands up her thighs to her hips, up her body to her breasts and squeezed. She moaned as I squeezed her nipples, and much to my surprise, they got longer as they stiffened. That's when I noticed that her tits felt fuller than what they should, and then tiny droplets formed on her nipples. "Oh, you're lactating too? Well, by all means, I think I should try your milk," I said. At the same time as Esmara began to bend over, my wife began sucking my enhanced cock. Which was now eight inches long and felt like it had stopped growing. I licked the first drop from Esmara's left nipple. It was sweet, like a date or a raisin, and I couldn't help latching on to her like a hungry child. Esmara moaned softly as I felt my wife wrap her now huge tits around me, continuing the blow job. I was soon rewarded with her swollen nipple and that sweet, very creamy milk filling my mouth. Her milk was so warm and wonderful as I groped her boob to help express her milk. I reached behind her with my free hand and cupped her ass as my wife squeezed her tits tight around my shaft. I moaned at that and Esmara hugged my head to her breast gasping in pleasure. Her milk squirting out of her like a fountain as I gulped it down, so hungry for it, like I would do to my wife. I slid my finger up the crack of Esmara's ass, eliciting another surprised gasp, and she wiggled on top of me. My wife's mouth left my dick, "I wonder if Esmara would like to ride my big man." Then my hand was batted away from Esmara's ass and she slid back. I felt my dick being handled and being used to tease Esmara's sex. She was literally dripping wet and slid down my shaft so easily, and God was she tight. "Uh huh. Now ride my husband until he pumps you full, you slutty genie. He can give you a baby, if that's possible," I heard my wife say. "Baby, what are you saying? Fuck. Ahhh, you're so fucking tight. You really want me to get her pregnant?," I couldn't believe this. Esmara felt like she was trying to suck my dick with me inside her. She began rolling her hips as she slid up and down my shaft, causing me to groan. My wife caressed my now huge balls, "I think it only fair to give this wonderful woman something to remember us by since we're going to get so much from her. Don't you think, baby? Just make sure you pump her pretty pussy full for her like my good little man," my wife said as she began to roll my left nipple in her fingers. I was already suckling Esmara again when my wife said this, and when she rolled my nipple, I couldn't help arching my back in such mind boggling pleasure. I sucked harder on Esmara's breast, causing her to squeal and moan as she picked up her pace. Bouncing faster and I could feel her squeezing with her inner muscles as she went up each time. "Yes. Yes, please. Give me babies. Both of you. I want both of you giving me babies," she moaned and she kissed my wife. She was even groping my wife's hige tit, my wife moaning into the kiss and the fondling of her huge breast. I finished Esmara's milk in her left tit and was holding her ass as I was getting close. My balls felt so fucking swollen and full. I looked at my wife, who was completely naked, I still had my pajama top on and it was unbuttoned, laying open. Part 1

His eyes soften as did his face. It was the beginning of how things were going to change. He felt it in his bones, and he knew that soon, he would feel it in his heart. "You're going to be okay." His voice was soft, but she heard it clearly. "I'll take care of you." She smiled softly at him. "I know. I'm just scared." She looked down at her hands, they were shaking.He reached over and took them into his own. "Don't be scared, sweetie." His hand tightened around hers. "I won't let anything happen to you." They were about to go into an experimental gender transformation project that was testing a far easier way for people to swap their genders. However with it only in its experimental phase they were of course nervous. There had been no serious side effects from any of the previous tests. He looked back up at her. "I promise." Her smile grew wider. "Okay." She said. "Now get some sleep." He leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Good night, baby." She yawned and closed her eyes.She woke up when she heard the door open. She opened her eyes and saw him standing there. He looked so handsome and she smiled at him. "Morning." She said. "Good morning." He smiled at her. "How are you feeling?" She asked. "Better now." She replied. "Good." He said. "We need to get started." He led her out of the room and down the hallway to the elevator. When they got to the elevator, he pushed the button for the fourth floor. As the doors closed, he pulled her close to him and kissed her. She returned the kiss, and wrapped her arms around his neck. He held her tight against him. "Are you sure you want to do this?" He whispered against her lips. "Yes." She replied. "Good." He kissed her again and pressed the button for the fourth floor. The elevator doors opened, and they walked down the hall to the lab. When they entered the room, he turned to her and smiled. "Ready?" She nodded and smiled back at him. He reached over and grabbed her hand. "Let's go." He led her through the door and into the room where the experiment was taking place.The room was large and had several tables set up. There were two people waiting for them. One was a man in his late thirties. He had short brown hair, blue eyes, and a strong jawline. He was wearing a lab coat over a white shirt and black pants. The other person was a woman in her early twenties. She had long red hair, green eyes, and freckles across her cheeks and nose. She was wearing a lab coat over a pink blouse and a pair of jeans. "Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Smith." The man said. "Good morning." They both replied. "Please come on in." The man said. "We have everything ready." He said. He led them to the table where the electrodes were attached. The man handed each of them a clipboard with forms on it. "I'll explain what we will be doing later." He said. "Okay." She said. He handed her a cup of water. "Drink this." He said. She drank half of it before handing it back to him. "Alright, we'll begin shortly." The male doctor left the room. The young woman walked over to the table and started attaching the electrodes to her head. She moved slowly and methodically, making sure she got all of them. Once they were done, she took off her lab coat and laid it on the table. She was wearing a white tank top and a pair of blue jean shorts. "Do you know what you're doing?" She asked. "I've done this a few times." "You don't look very confident." She said. "That's because I'm not." She replied. "I'm going to make sure that you do it right." She said. "Okay." She said. "Can you please take your shirt off?" She asked. "What?" She asked. "Your shirt." She said. "Why?" She asked. "So I can see how well you do." She said. "Okay." She said and pulled the bottom of her tank top up and over her head. She tossed it onto the table. Her breasts were small but perky. Her nipples were hard and stuck out from her chest. "Thank you." She said. "You're welcome." She replied. "Now, let's get started." She put her hands on the table and spread her legs wide apart. "Take off your shorts." She reached down and unbuttoned her shorts and slid them down her legs. She kicked them aside and stood there naked. "Very good now sit down." She sat down on the edge of the table. "Now lay down." She laid down on the table and laid her head on the table. "Now, just relax." The doc said. "I can't relax." She saw her man however with all the electrodes attached and she instantly had a sense of calm wash over her and she was ready for what was about to happen. "Don't worry." The male doctor said as he walked back in. "Everything is going to be okay." He said. "Just relax." He said. He started the machine and then turned to her. "Now, I am going to count backwards from ten. " He said. " Ten... nine... eight..." He said. "Seven..." He said. "Six..." He said. "Five..." He said. "Four..." He said. "Three..." He said. "Two..." He said. "One." He said. She felt something warm and wet on her pussy lips. It felt like someone was licking her clit. She felt something warm and wet on her pussy lips. It felt like someone was licking her clit. She felt something warm and wet on her pussy lips. It felt like someone was licking her clit. "Ahhh!" She screamed. "What's wrong?" He asked. "Nothing." She said. "It felt really good." She said. "It's supposed to feel good." He said. "I know." She said. "Are you ready?" Suddenly it felt like her vagina was trying to push out. While across from her she watched her man's incredible penis shrink in front of her eyes. He was shrinking until he was completely flaccid. "How did you do that?" She asked. "I have no idea." He said. "I think it's working." She said. "Let me try something." He said. He then reached down and tried to play with his balls, it felt electric, but suddenly his penis shrinkage accelerated and very soon he had a vagina. Meanwhile she could only feel further explosions as her penis burst forward. She could feel her calves bubbling away as they put on mass and she watched as her thighs grew but narrowed under a more male dominated physique. She could feel her arms growing and thickening as she became a more masculine version of herself. She could feel her ribs expanding and her muscles becoming more defined. She looked down at her body and gasped. She was feeling so confident as her breasts which weren't that big to begin with shrank down then widened out with male muscle. Tiny hairs started to poke out across her body "no more waxing for me," she said. Meanwhile he was noticing his own changes. He'd already shrunk down which added a thickness to his calves and thighs as they soften with female qualities. He reached around and grabbed his ass which plumped up quite a bit, and then his hips cracked to accentuate his female qualities. But then he felt a rumbling in his chest. His pectoral muscles grew and pushed out his chest. He reached up and grabbed his nipples and gave them a pinch. They immediately swelled up and became more sensitive. He pulled back and looked at himself in the mirror. He couldn't believe how much he had changed and yet he still looked like the same guy. "I can't wait to see my face." He said. "You look amazing." She said. It was at that moment his face lost its masculine qualities and softened right up as his cheekbones became more accentuated. He could still feel tingling in his chest which distracted him from all the other changes. Then he felt his face crack into a smile. "Wow, I look pretty good." He said. "No, you look amazing." She said. "I don't feel anything else changing." He said. "Well let's find out." She said. "Okay." He said. He walked over to her and kissed her deeply. She could taste herself on his tongue and she moaned. Then he grabbed her hand and led her to the bedroom that was off to the side of the lab. As they entered the room she saw a large bed with red sheets. She could also see a full length mirror in the corner. He sat down on the bed and she followed suit. They both sat there looking at each other in the mirror. "I'm not sure what to say." He said. "You look great." She said. "So do you." He said. They both laughed and kissed again. He reached down and started to trace his fingers around her balls and she let out a small moan. He knew exactly what a man liked and he was now going to treat his new boyfriend to a real good time. He ran his fingers around her balls and teased them lightly. He could tell she was enjoying it because she was starting to breathe heavier and she was getting closer and closer to orgasm. He could feel her balls get heavy so he got down on his knees "cum for me" she didn't have any control over her new penis and sprayed his big chest with her cum. He smiled and rubbed it in. He then stood up and kissed her. "That was amazing." She said. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." He said. "I loved it." She said. "Good." He said. "Now lets go take a shower together." He said. "Okay." She said. They both stood up and walked into the bathroom. The bathroom was huge and had a large walk-in shower. There were two shower heads and a bench that would seat four people. She now towered over him in her new male form, and she was feeling quite tired after cumming but knew that it wouldn't be fair if she didn't return the favour. So she grabbed his nipple and started to play with his D-Cup breasts. He was amazed at how sensitive they were and he let out a soft moan. She squeezed them and twisted them. He was in heaven. She turned him around and bent him over. She managed to get herself hard again and she managed to bend him enough to give herself the opening to stick it in from behind. She slowly slid it in and he let out a loud moan. She started to fuck him harder and faster. She was really turned on by this and she was close to cumming again. She continued fondling his breasts while she fucked him from behind and his new female voice was screaming in pleasure. "Oh God yes!" He shouted. "Fuck me!" She screamed. "I love your cock!" He shouted. "I love your pussy!" She screamed. "Oh my God! Oh my God!" They both screamed at the top of their lungs as they came together. She pulled out and he fell to the floor. They both looked at each other and laughed. "This is the best day of my life." He said. "I know." She said. "We should probably clean ourselves up though." He said. And that was just the beginning of their new lives together.

This takes two months after part II ___________________________ Tony was in class having the remote in his pocket as in the past months his been turning people to the opposite gender making them more kind and helpful. "Man I hate science class" Tony said as he brought out his note book and began to draw random stuff. "Tony!" A voice yelled as Tony quickly looked up seeing his teacher infront of him "stop drawing in my class or 1 week detention!" She yelled as she went back to teaching. " looks like she would need some change " Tony said as he secretly brought out the remote to change her. But suddenly the school bell rang as Tony accidentally dropped it as the remote blasted Tony. As Tony turned to a girl he quickly let out a small yelp as she looked down at his newly formed C cub boobs " no this can't be happining" he said to himself as he tried to find his dick but could not feel it being there anymore "Wait the remote!" She said as she went down and grabbed it" Why isn't it working!?" She yelled as she tried everything to change her back " out of power!?"She yelled as she saw that the remote was out of power. "Hey tia!" A voice said as tia quickly hid the remote and looked back to see one of her friends Stacy "Hey there stacy" tia said trying to act normal " so I'm having a pool party in my house later and I wanted to invite all of my girls to it!"She said as tia stood up from her seat trying to adjust herself to her new body " Wait what about the boys?" Tia questioned as she got the hang of standing " Well last time I invited them they kept looking at our ass" Stacy said"so will you be able to make it?" Stacy said "umm maybe I can" tia said hopping she would leave already. " cool I hope to see you there!" She said as she ran off. Tia now alone she brought out the remote trying to see if she could find a way to power it" fully powered in 4 days!?"She yelled as she could not stay a women for 4 days" no, no, no no!" She said pacing back in Fort in the empty classroom suddenly she felt someone's hand holding her belly "Well well look who's here all alone" a man said as tia recognized that voice it was Francis one of the most mean guy in school "listen no one can hear you so lets enjoy our time shall we," he said before pushing tia into the teachers table making her unable to get up What happens next? A. Francis rapes her and leaves her coverd in cum in the school B. Tia manages to escapecand run off C. Francis gets caught by one of the staff

Lee was always a quiet young girl about her studies. Long black hair, of Asian descent. She had an athletically slim body and dressed typically feminine, but also dressed masculine to avoid the fact that she wasn't as well endowed as her other typical feminine counter parts even had a name for her alter ego, when she presented this way she went by jin. After a rough year and massive amounts of stress she found herself really being himself more often than not, for men wouldn't sexualize her no one touched her without permission, due to her finger all she really had to do was wear a lose fitting shirt and jeans and of course the one thing most women have realized the joys of men's boxers the way certain pairs caressed their bottom and offered a refreshing amount of support for well someone who doesn't really have the parts. It made them happy but when needed they went by "she/her" when feminine presenting and "he/him" when he is male presenting hardly every pushing the "they/them" aspect. But today was the best day of the last exams as Jin walked around campus free of stress he was feeling great always supported by his peers which ever presented they engaged with. Today there was a party where he confirmed Lee would attend. In the middle of the conversation a friend offered a piece of jewelry for Lee to wear to the party it was a bit in the nose as it was a yin and yang pair of ear rings he felt it was slightly distasteful but the feminine presentation of Lee almost whispered "but it would be so pretty" which confused him bc well he was Lee but either way they didn't think that over the top feminine stuff pushing that temporarily to the side to as he thanked the friend jen regardless bc well her heart was in the right place. As the group disbanded and all finished the finer details of the party and location Jin entered the room and removed his hat that hid their hair and removed the boys jeans peeling away the facade in the full body mirror Lee watched herself slowly undress coming to terms with her flat belly and small but lovely modest breast that were b cup and stared as her hair hung down from its restains relieving the admirable large amount of pain of tying her hair to be Jin. And as she slowly removed the pants she was greeted by traditional wide hips despite her frame and smooth thighs then to toned calves and with the final removal she let out a long slow breath shedding off the presentation of Jin and embracing the fact she was now presenting as Lee in Jin's boxers turning to the side to see the gentle yet nice curve of her ass all the way past the apex of her check down and moved to the point of getting ready for the party the first thing to do was take off jobs underwear and put on lees thong, now admiring the view of her tight shapely ass now on display to due to the feminine underwear. And placed a bra on her bare breast which was a pain for all women but it went super cute with the dress she was planning to wear. At this stage of her life she was proud to be at 115 pounds of lean athletic body frame. Her height aides this as well as the distribution of fat was spread very flatteringly on her slim frame at 5'8 she took out her make up kit not due to skin tone skin concealer was never needed but she did pride the difference in her presentation as Lee with mascara and was pretty good at the angel wing style she had grown find of using used some lipstick to emphasize the subtle red of her lips and slipped on a very well form fitted dress that had some asian traditional inspired themes that eventually melded to a more grunge steampunk machine style in the form of golden sticking with a plain matte black color. She brushed her tangled hair and then looked at her ears ready to put on her new jewelry, as soon as she slipped them through her ear lobes and she couldn't help but smile and for the first time in forever really enjoy the look of her as is, a second thought popped up when draw to where the dress grabbed her chest, her cleavage was normally non existent just due to her preferred clothing style but she felt a heart stopping appreciation of her figure as the dress closed just the right way to give her a decent cleavage appearance for her bust size anyways. She chalked up the burst of true feminine appreciation due to the melting of stress from exam week. Put up her hair and then went off to meet her friends. While on the way to the popular frat house she made small talk as slowly her whole crew assembled. To start she knew jen the gift giver a 5'5 brunette with boobs too big for her body and not much else but she deff used the party as an opportunity to show off her girls. Unfortunately due to the awkward body shape she had insane back muscles that bulged down her back to the rest of her average sized body made her quite popular with the boys, a deep purple metallic dress with bedazzled beads leading to the apex of her canyon of cleavage her breast slightly spilling over the top of she wasn't careful. Allie a red hair freckles girl who was your typical shy girl nerd until you looked at her massive ass swaying left and right in a plaid dress and white button up shirt with glasses. And Jack the guy who seemed very interested in Lee but well wasn't so understanding when it came to Jin he was friendly and tired but clearly wasn't really wrapped up in the idea of these implications he always stated how much he desired to be physically intimate. More than one grabbing the entirety of her left asscheek and being very flirtatious around Lee but was reserved and private more professional when dealing with Jin. The problem you see is both as Jin and Lee they both craved but the problem presenting is Jack is hetero and well Lee wasn't many times as Jin offering to let jack suck him off among other things, there was lust but the idea of presenting to stimulate a part Lee lacks in both presentations wasn't necessarily the problem it was just the comfort of being able to full immerse her self as a full man while presenting as Jin. The group met up well enough and Jack seemed over the moon to see Lee walking over instead of Jin which both hurt but also felt amazing as she was never more comfortable with herself then when someone affirmed how truly beautiful she is. As the group entered the party Lee felt very comfortable I mean really comfortable for 2 seconds at one point she was confused when someone asked about Jin and had to remind herself she's Jin I mean technically they are just her but she's Jin and Lee. She shook it off because again she just finished this stress there in her life and obviously she has had long periods of only being Lee and periods where he was only jin it's just strange for her own brain to make her so aware of this. As her and jen were chatting and enjoying a drink she felt two hands gently slide around her middle sensually intentionally slowly rubbing his fingers then palms grasped her hips and slowly slid until the mit around her toned flat belly until the fingers interlocked she was initially surprised from the deliberate stimulation of contact with the hands as she naturally leaned into him it was all clear that this was Jack and she felt some deep shift in herself. As with Lee and almost separate ethereal projection of jobs voice whispered in her mind " God he would look so much better sucking my cock" she couldn't help but snicker bc strangely in her own separate section of her head she was thinking about grinding against him to slowly slip down to her knees God they were horny whenever Jack was around. But it never felt like this as again they were really just her. But it was strange as in the bliss of no stress she felt almost a mental separation from each of her presentations. Jen took the hint pretty quick and gave a daring wobble of her rack saying " get it girl" before she was scooped away from an average horny frat boy herself. Lee turned to face Jack and locked her fingers together around his neck which he reshuffled his own on her hip bone his finger pressing but also gently resting on the curve of her asscheeks. And the two danced to the song "shut up and dance with me" getting lost in this clear display of affection her brain was overloaded with such a display of affection and attention she decided to be daring and lay her head on his chest. Unbeknownst to her or anyone there were several glints in her ear rings that would become this girls undoing, for unknown to her or even jen the shop jen picked this up from has a certain someone who sells special objects that don't do as they appear. But alas only jen saw was a pretty gift for her friend and a rather goofy yet cool top hat. Out of nowhere in the middle of the dance Lee felt a ride in her heart beat and her thought drifted straight to lustful dirty thoughts feeling every inch of jacks body against her own she felt the blood rush to her face the need to make this man whimper in absolute pleasure she dared to..too..tooooo She kissed Jack who initially shocked was seemingly of the same thought the two had 3 drinks each in them and they wasted no time quickly hoping and wrapping her long legs around his waist, the two moved through the halls knocking into several things on their way. They opened a room and made it to the bed going ahead with the display of passion she felt his hands firmly grip her thigh slipping her dress further up lips locked until he suddenly got up and grabbed something. Walked over and had a brownie in his hand with whipped cream and a cherry, in one fell swoop he scooped the whole cream off the brownie. Lee repositioned her self allowing the straps of her dress to lower as her cleavage bulged forward from the shift in her dress position and the tips of her bra cups poked through, in the most tender gentle motion he peeled her dress down gently off of her left breast and he slipped the bra cup down to bare her breast after a gentle stroke and clear pleasure and moaning from Lee slowly her nipple become hard and erect to which Jack placed the little whip cream and cherry pile on top of her areola, she shuddered losing breath and as he gently lowered his head and opened his mouth engulfing all of the cream in one shot and closing till his lips wrapped around the tip of her nipples she scratched his back and was dry humping at this point. She leaned her head back as she arched her back pulling him fully into her breast . And like that the mood was over for inches behind the darkest area of the room was a long face full of fangs clearly human and mangy with reflective eyes smiling back at her. Causing the two to jump and hit teeth to slightly bite her nipples pretty hard but that wasn't important. She straightened her dress not taking her eyes off the corner and Jack bewildered saying " What what happened are you okay did I do that too rough" " No..no . I just I thought.." Was all Lee could get out as she pointed to a now empty corner. Nothing was there it was empty. Jack tried to get her calmed down and it worked up until he tried to bizarrely feed her the brownie shoving it in her mouth while grabbing her completely flat and still tight belly. Understandably due to nerves she shut that down quickly and didn't even acknowledge how weird it was to grope her belly. He stood there looking down apologetically " I just thought maybe some fun could help" His words disarmed her anxiety like nothing else, she approached him and grabbed his arm " I just.. I don't understand why you touched my belly.. you could've choked me with that brownie by the way" She played it off with an awkward chuckle " What? I mean I know I did the brownie but like you're too small to well grab your belly silly" They both laughed I mean she knew he was right she's fit as can be maybe it was the drinks Just then a distinct male voice she didn't recognize spoke almost in her brain is only said in a very hushed and tired voice " wher.. where.. where am I?" And it deff spooked her but that was the end of it. The party was saved with the pair returning to the party, and she heard a slow song the two danced until a random scream came out in the party, they snapped their heads towards the sound to see it was jen her top drenched with a wide variety of snacks and junk covering her cleavage, but that wasn't the surprising part as they took a closer look clearly she was surrounded by frat bros all laughing and pointing as below her bust was a terribly distended and bloated belly she was laughing causing her bloated belly to jiggle her tits chocking out " What...the ...the hell guys I said enough booze" They rushed to her and said they were leaving as they heard some frat bros said " bye piggy piggy she almost popped you guys" they weren't far off the mark as they shouldered Jen's weight and addition beer belly weight she was moaning and groaning apologizing as they assured her it was okay. Not long after they left they discovered Allie with her ass on full display for some frat guy who ripped the plaid part of her dress as she was crying. They hailed her over and offered some comfort and we're on their way, they dropped Allie first as well her ass was massive so hardest thing to hide she thanked them blushing furiously and closed the door Jack carried jen from this point as some of the bloating went down and the alcohol was making it impossible to keep shouldering her thankfully some of that seemed to lighten her as her belly seemed to gurgle and roar but all the same shrink. Then it was just Jack and Lee after they tucked the poor girl in with her roomies with a basket. Last they say her stoned roommate was helping but clearly mesmerized but her massive mammaries at this point seconds from popping out of the top of her dress. With all the stress the Romance disappeared, it was back to the friend stage, and he gave her a kiss on the forehead and wished her a good night. The boozy joy she was feeling finally turned into a deep sleep. Though deep and enough to keep her asleep the sleep was anything but restful. It started well enough she was at the dance. They were dancing and everything embarrassing never occurred as they stayed in a group, but it slowly started to twist in subtle ways like how once second in the dream Jen was sober and laughing and in a blink it was the same blowing and distending she suffered at the height of the party, what made it weirder was her belly in the dream looked bigger which was not subtle as in the dream her dressed front was completely exposed in an bloated white globe and to ass to it Allie was bare ass twerking against Jen in an awkward image of her ass clapping being muffled but Jen's gargantuan gut jiggling with each clap. As she was gonna go to her altered friends a hand firmly grasped her forearm and the room turned black, the next moment she saw light she was in only her bra and panties restrained to a chair, and what seemed like Jack was tinkering madly with a machine. Tears stung this dream world as she trembled and shook saying " Jack..Jack what are you.. Jack..jac" She was cut off by rough hands caressing her cheek and inserted a tube roughly in her mouth partially down her throat she gagged a little as it rested into place muffled and moaning for a response. Clearly the figure has Jack's physique but the face was blacked out. She heard something whir and churned just barely out of sight but couldn't ignore the smell of brownies.. it came into focus slowly as a massive gallon of pure brownie batter was being mixed and kept fresh with tubes leading to..m the machine it was then that she focused on the stranger near a switch, and as she tugged her arms and arched her back he sadistically took one finger to his lips, in a "shhhh" motion, and flipped the switch she tried to free her self she was desperate for freedom is this guy insane look at how skinny she is she can't fit all that inside her. But it was to no avail she watched the dark brown liquid slowly lurch and crawl its way to her mouth with a clear disregard to oxygen she started to breath shallowly and quickly until she was met with the richest and most delicious brownie batter she's ever tasted thick and smooth. She was pleasantly surprised to find due to thickness it was slow enough to breath, the part that made her worry was the moment she recognized the feeling of the batter reaching her belly. The first couple minutes wasn't too bad as her belly was simply filling. But after 5 minutes the taste turned bland and the fullness started to settle in her belly hard, the stranger rolled a wide body mirror in front of her, she wasn't scared as much panicked when she saw her belly reach it's first limit and started to fill out pushing gently in a little bloat which evolved to a hard swallow helpless to do anything else she watched in vivid detail as her belly boated and distended into a round dome after 10 minutes her belly had become a warzone groaning and gurgling as is gree larger and bigger, to anyone else it wasn't like her belly was huge but it was bigger then she had ever seen it on her body, she was breathing deep and long as she was forced to swallow more batter with each passing minute. At this point she could feel her belly stretching and filling starting to inch its way down her thighs and further out rounder and larger. She gave a weak whimper as the stranger just seemed to look and take strange joy in her bellies progress, her belly was furious with her and tight but strangely not in pain she took a glance at the gallon as impossible as it seemed it was barely a third empty she pleaded silently as she swallowed tears filling her eyes. This seemed to prompt the stranger to move his face to someone looking like some features but she couldn't quite recognize as who but recognize as it was simply there as if he was taking shape he slowly approached she got the sense of anxiety in her heart and he hovered the side of his face out of her sight due to the restraints and then gently kissed and lowered his head down her body, to her horror she realized though gentle this freak was getting off on this. Her belly looked like a small soccer ball at this point bloating only further and further out filling her lap. Just then her attention was snapped as the freak seemed to take an interest in her breast a pair of scissors slipped between the middle of her bra cups and with a SNIP Her breast became bare and fingers found there was gently circling her areolas as she wanted to protest she only swallowed more batter and arched her back jutting her belly into the stranger. He wasn't so gentle in the next minute pinched hard and aggressively tugging her nipples and just as quickly attaching nipple clamps down on her stretched nipples. She couldn't do much but it only lasted a moment as her belly has now approached the size of a large basketball tight and round taking up over half of her thighs. And even more scary the stranger is just hovering as if to meet her expanding belly inch by inches the space between her bloated belly and his face met she shuddered as his lips kissed her belly vigorously and his hands now free to fondle grabbed her belly and felt its weight on his hands as if sizing her up, his fingers seemed to sink into her bloated flesh jiggling her belly furiously causing a whole wave of nausea in her with no warning he slapped her belly hard and she felt her skin sting where his hand was and even worse still watched his hand go from resting to her belly pushing out further in sheer desperation she prayed it would end she hoped she would just burst she couldn't take anymore. She glanced at the gallon jar which in a turn of events was thankfully empty she then traced the hose and followed the last of the batter still a couple feet away getting smaller and smaller at this point her belly had gotten so big and so full she looked heavily pregnant her legs where forced apart as tho she was straddling her own belly. She painfully swallowed the last of it. And drew in as much breath as she could suddenly the restraints snapped off like they just popped and she immediately cradles her over stuffed gut, the stranger appeared as if going to grab her just one thought screamed in her brain the pain climaxing she was there the limit she feared she survived just to burst anyways oh no a loud male voice emanating from the stranger yelled deep and long "JJJINNNNNN" she awoke in a cold sweat breathing heavily still the same size still the same shape looking around wildly before breathing and laughing at the events of such a weird dream. she went into her dorm shower. Where she stripped and turned the shower on out of nowhere she was hit with an intense hunger pain just a growl deep from her belly but she said " You have to wait" With that she hopped in the shower ignored her hunger and washed her body to give her the clean feel of not being coated in sweat. She put in a nice pair of shirt and a black form fitting tee and went to go eat but caught the eating still in her ears she was gonna take them out but what would be the point she had a day to start. With that she had breakfast normally a piece of toast. And left the dorm however not too long after leaving she felt starved desperately hungry she didn't have to get to class just yet so she went to the school cafe and then piled more food then she ever naturally eat on her tray with at least three servings of eggs 12 bacon strips a bagel 3 big pancakes and two glasses of orange juice. A mental scare at what she just got had her worried till she only ended up eating 2 pancakes 5 bites of eggs and 2 bacon strips she packed up the rest and grabbed a bagel. As she was on the way to her dorm now because of left overs she ran into Jen " Hey Jen how are you feeling" " Oh girl I'm never drinking again my figure is fine but my headdd..." She enphizise by grabbing her head and pretending it was pounding harder then it clearly was " What you got there?" She asked " Oh just some meal prep at this point I woke up starving today" " Well I'm happy to see Lee today" she said It was a weird statement for sure but normal she supposed she had been Jin for so much of the exams who wouldn't be surprised if the popular boy disappeared as the long legged thighs of Lee made their appearance may be a bit of a surprise " I just feel more Lee today may be one of those times haha" Lee replied " Well I look forward to being able to talk about anything other then how much Jin want to fuck my tits" she said spanking Lee on the right asscheek playfully With that the girls had some words and then Lee was off now on a time crunch. She dropped her food in her little dorm counter and was about to leave until a strange ringing happened and suddenly she blacked out. By the time she came too she was in her shorts and tee but the day had past and weirder still her food was all gone the boxes broken open and her balance was off as she got up it was at that point she was greeted by a very full very bloated belly causing her shirt to ride up a little and her pants unbuttoned and her thong coated in what was clearly her orgasm residue. Her belly was a slim tanner line between the lip of her thing and the bottom of her shirt. She looked at her phone and saw she had multiple messages, subconsciously she was rubbing her full belly as she saw messages. Some from Jen some from Allie both were weird Allie start off by asking if I met the new guy, and jen asked if I had some wipes as the new boy broke in her rack and he is fineeee, confused she decided to gain info and responded no she hadn't met the guy. Jen wasted no time with a pic of her tits absolutely covered in ropes of thick cum and heard a knock at her door. She quickly sucked in zipped up and then tugged her shirt down she wasn't terribly bloated as she disgusted the food she apparently ate it was easy to hide the rest of the bloat. She opened the door and jen was there with dirty paper towels covering her cleavage as she didn't clean it all. " What happened" Lee pointed " Oh this is all that boy levy" she said " Oh damn" was lees response bc Jen had a lot of relastate you see the cover her bust this guy busted a lotttt. She grabbed a pack of wipes on her desk and tossed them to Jen. " Where were you today" " Oh I was busy today that's all" " Yeah but I mean God I could've shared" she said as she tossed a joe dirty stick wipe to Lee " Oh yeah but I bet he's no jack" Lee said " Oh he's better here check out this photo" she said opening her phone to lees face The first thing to note was well levy was also Asian great, and he had a beard not thick but enough to cover his face but Lee almost chuckled for he looked like well when she dressed as Jin obviously he was a big more muscular and a bit more well male. But she took confidence in knowing she was pretty good at passing for a man. " Well I see the girls had fun for sure" Lee said this as a thick strand plopped off Jen's breast to the wipe with a SCHLOOPP " Oh yeah mans deff a tits man for sure" jen responded finishing cleaning her boobs " So he stated today" " No he said he's been here just in diff classes I guess. " I'll have to see if I run into him I guess" The convo ended there as she walked Jen to the dorm door and then closing the door she was greeted by another ping of hunger it was super excessive this time. She rubbed her belly took a trip to the bathroom and then started cooking at 8pm before she knew it she was mid slurp when she saw the clock read 1am and her cheeks puffed before she chewed her bite. " This is gonna take some fixing I guess can't be up this long" With that she went to sleep. Over the next couple of weeks Lee had an unusual spike in hunger and was eating like a very large amount this girl use to eat that for breakfast, noodles for lunch, and then a chicken sandwich for dinner but now she was eating anything and everything she could. Unfortunately it was wrecking her slim lithe form about 2 weeks in she realized her pants where getting tight her breast had shot up 2 bra sizes to D-cup she wasn't complaining she was just hungry. By week three Allie stopped by to give her take the levy was actually an ass man and he used Jen's tits bc that's where all her fat is. A month passed at this point of eating so much she went from 115 lbs to 140lbs which seemed to find it's place in her thighs ass and a nice pooch of a belly she hardly noticed her belly as well Jack was giving everywhere else attention according to Jen levy has been getting jacked and she is now if the opinion levy and Lee would be perfect together. She didn't think to actually let anyone know she is backing out she just assumed she was becoming what is called a foodie, it wasn't till she looked in the mirror at just how much larger her ass had grown she realized she really hasn't presented as Jin in the longest time didn't by clothes to be him. She figured well she make have more boobage and a booty now she might as well see what it would look like to be Jin again. She slipped off her clothes which grew more feminine now that she had stuff to strut. She slipped on her old pair of boxers she would wear to be Jin which stretched massively and did not cover anything, her ass was just barely able to be covered no matter how much she stretched it up her thick thighs it was practically cutting circulation and she smartly cut it off causing her cheeks and thighs to jiggle as the release of tension. And then at least tried to throw over her baggy shirt until she could see one her hips naturally being wide, that her boobs where not hidden by the shirt anymore, even more as if seeing it for the first time she saw the impression of her belly against the now tight shirt. Her hands rested on her belly and almost took her back to that nightmare she had moths ago I like how hard yet soft it was in her nightmare her belly was just soft and jiggly pliable like dough she traced the rim of her belly button which strangely lately has been driving her crazy she started to recall that she developed a pattern of after eating riding her dildo long and hard feeling the food slosh in her belly and even giggled remembering the first time she realized her ass reached the size she could clap it while riding the dildo it was such a turn on. Another couple months passed her eating stayed the same so naturally apart from 3lbs give or take her eight didn't fluctuate it was graduation. She stopped being Jin for what feels like a lifetime. But today she would meet levy that biggest mystery she has is this apparently buff Asian man she was supposed to meet never met her. Jen hyped him up not long after Jack came out as gay, that was a rough patch to her ego she was fairly proud she didn't become a fat pig after that. But she was gonna meet levy cone hell of high water. Maybe try that throbbing cock Jen always bragged about. Allie flaked after a while apparently becoming a bitch bc her ass got her even more attention then Jen as it seems fat asses became the trend and not massive titties like Jen. Times were weird. Jen became an outcast bc she only focuses on blow jobs titty fucks and drugs. Lee didn't see her much but always tried to be supportive as her friends once full impressive rack became saggy and almost deflated due to drug use and constat titty fucks not the brimming full boobs that she once clung to fame with. She sat in her seat and attended when her name was called for it was getting close to Levy's name and passed out. When she woke a familiar bizarre sense took her over as she was dreaming but now she was in a Store there was a gentleman clean cut a trimmed beard with a top hat and a warm face. He said " I see you may be in need of my services" " This is a dream" " What you need is in dreams" " Then what do I need" There was something off about him his appearance was friendly his face was happy. But it was almost like there was something behind him no that's not right it's just it felt like who she was looking at wasn't him. " I need to just know where to go" " Well your filling out nicely I see you put my charm to use" " WhAt" she said disturbingly " I don't care much for how you use it but you got another in there somewhere who's been a naughty naughty man" " I don't know what your talking about" She was confused trying to comprehend this dream " Who is levy" He gave a smile but she swore there was something wrong with it his teeth were straight but you know if you put some fangs there he looked almost familiar, he snapped his fingers and her earrings the earrings Jen gave her she never took off was off. She felt like she was suddenly hold like she always felt whole but Jin took up a compartment on her brain she always felt but when the earrings appeared in his hand it was almost like Jin when with them. " Times to wake up" That was the last thing he said as he backed away head turned Lee went to protest but when his siloette turned and she caught the side of his face his eyes seemed to be reflective she jumped and before she knew it she was actually awake in a cabin just waking up. She heard a door close and heard heavy foot steps and a quick " Honey I'm home" She lay there as something if recognition fired in her head she was comfortable but not too comfortable. " Hey" The footsteps then headed to the door and with no real expectation it was as if she just woke up from the nightmare with a twist of the know she saw a sight she truly wasn't expecting. She saw Jin or more correctly she saw a male physical representation of what she always wanted to pass as he was buffer then she expected and he was not exactly what she looked like. He approached her and she took in some very strange information here her belly was actually pretty chubby and hanging out of her shirt her breast where easily 5 times her b-cup now at a nice heavily filled DDD-cup boobs, her ass was as massive as her hips were wide her thighs where full. She was older her hair was longer. She looked confused " What" Jin sat down a s though he had been through this before " I know honey I know this may not make sense but we met in college you could say you brought me to life but you have short term memory" " Short term memory" " Yes honey it started in college but was well not at progressed do you know my name?" " Jin?" She said questioning " No babes no levy Jin was you or who I thought you were when we met silly" " Right" was all she said looking at her massive breast or at least they were massive compared to college " How long has it been?" He offered She nodded "Well the good news is it's been 2 years since graduation" " 2 years" she exclaimed " Yes, you well when you revealed yourself as Lee and stopped being me you became my feedee" " Being you?" She said " Meeting I said meeting" " Feedee" He reached over and grabbed a handful of her belly and leaned in " Oh yeah going from 115- 198lbs has beena. Treat for me to do to you" " I'm so huge" " You could eat more" " What??" Suddenly she woke up a second time in college. Confused her belly was still just a pooch belly her boobs were still only 2 sizes bigger then the B-cups she had and her ass was big but not massive like that dream. A knock at the door grabbed her attention. She got up to go to the door but realized she didn't feel her earrings. As she opened the door the very same man she saw in her dream was there he looked stern serious but not as buff muscular for sure. But not like her dream. " Who are you" " Who are we you mean?" " What the hell are you talking about about" she stomped her foot which she only slightly regretted as her ass jiggled behind her " I'm Jin" he said sighing " No I'm Jin" " Look at that as look at you body your not me anymore I'm as confused as you here" " This isn't funny' she said " Ok can I come in I just wanna become one again and I thought since my necklace disappeared well every says you wear earrings" he trailed off as he saw lees ears bare Before she knew it he was in the room closing the door and locking it and started digging " No no noo. I'm not supposed to be here I'm supposed to be you" He was saying. She didn't understand till he bent over he was digging in places only she knew stuff was in how would he know that?, suddenly he said "Your hungry" but as if panicked She didn't want to admit but her belly was growling slightly as she averted her eyes. The full reason he seemed panicked didn't take long to become clear as she drew her eyes back to him he was breathing hard and holding both ends of the desk he was looking in till she reached what was a surprisingly large bulge growing long down his leg. " I need to get back together with you we can't not find the necklace or earrings" he said He panicked turning himself towards her arching his hips as the iron rod in his pants revealed was not the only development as two shaped also appeared to budge and swell in his pants. He was acting like an animal,bucking his hips and moaning as his iron rod pushed more against his pants than well any man she had met to date. Just as it looked like things were getting bleak and may have gotten very confusing he shoved himself past her and barrled into her door and demanded she locked it. She did not bc he told her too but bc she was starting to panick as well " You need to eat Lee" he pleaded " Why are you so worried about me eating?" She asked " We are a feeding damnit!, you don't find it weird your friends have told you of all the sex I have when you go on a bender?" All of a sudden she was brought back to a full fresh breasted Jen talking about him, Allie, rumors, waking up from a black out. Still she looked down at her form past her boobs at her chubby partially exposed belly just wrapping her head around the fact this well adjusted young adult had to have a kink for getting fat? No not fat that happened obviously but full constantly full. The heart of her belly once it was round and full was her biggest draw to this as if on que Jin/levy let out a very clear pleasure able moan and heard something land in her toilet she was trying really hard not to think about how obvious it was what just happened. " What if I don't eat" " You can't not look at what your doing to me" " Your just me right so why are you going around hoeing while I get this" she jesrured to the bathroom door and gave her tummy a gentle jiggle " Please I can't stand how this is affecting me you think it's fun popping a boner bc your the aspect that took the sexual frustration here" he pleaded as more noise from roped of cum entered her toilet " I just I can't this is to weird I'm just not the kids to eat while that is going on in my bathroom" " You have to please or I will I won't die in a bathroom bc you starve yourself you hear me" he shouted another long pleasure moan escaping him She was gonna stand her ground she was gonna ride it out I mean people get horny it passes just like hunger. But all before she could protest five short minutes later of moaning and cumming Jin decided for her and burst through the door she was just met with the most bizarre sight a nice admirably sexy man who was in reality her as a male apparently with the world's largest cock and balls she had seen with tons of cum smearing all his clothes. Coming straight for the girls. On one fell swoop he pinned her and make quick work of knocking her out. When she awoke she was in a room with not a lot of light in just her bra and panties, strapped to a chair she had to assume hours passed given how dark it was in the air hung the sweet smell of cake and brownie. Her heart pounding in her chance she called out "Jin?" " I'm sorry... I'm so sorry but this has to happen I don't wanna find out what happens if I... Well I go fuck myself with how I am right now" Out of the shadows Jin appeared cleaned up still rock hard his balls thankfully seemed to be emptying by this point but well she didn't want to wait around but she knew exactly what she was setting up and she wasn't sure she wanted that either. He approached her chair and gently caressed her face before ripping his hand away the look in his eyes where one of anguish disappointment resentment as well it dawned on her that this part of her never loving it own life till recently she couldn't imagine what it was like Everytime she pigged out this side of her was sent on the hunt for well release. It was so bizarre as she wasn't sympathetic to what he was doing but she could empathize with his circumstance considering she often masturbated when she was Jin. " Please Jon you don't have to do this we don't even know if it will work" " I need to try it's taking everything not to fuck your throat myself and well I'm still in enough control to again not want to fuck myself" He tightened down some straps which unlike her dream must've looked like a real parody her belly already lightly rested on her thighs due to her weight gain her breast hung their plump and well supported her hips becoming wide with a nice pair of love handles to boot and her thighs like doughy mounds squished together in her seat. For the briefest of seconds while adjusting the straps around her head she felt the iron rod cock against her brushing her belly first and resting against her lower breast as he finished hearing him shudder from what she could assume was stimulation. Soon after she saw a nice hose meant for her before she could make her final plea he put a ball gag on her minus the ball and got to work shoving the tube down her throat as if he was an expert it didn't hurt it just went in her mouth and settled in place gently. He walked briskly towards the hook up which was a total of two gallons of cake batter on one side and brownie batter in the other the hose separated into two and met as one to the tube currently in her throat. She was not gonna get off easy as both would mix the richness of the chocolate brownie and the sweetness and lightness of the cake. It didn't take long till she heard Jin already flip the switch. She did her best to tug and pull but was firmly in place with Jin's straps. He watched as she did as the batter combo made it's way slowly to her mouth and started pouring down her throat in a matter of minutes the only sound was swallowing and machine whirring that is until she realized unlike her dream the batter ran out quicker then her dream she was about 1/4 of the way through in minutes before the batter pushed her belly out further. She could do nothing but bloat and feel fuller then she has ever been moaning unintentionally. Jin was clearly feeling the effects of his well his side of the deal as he couldn't help but at first seem like he was pushing his cock away from him until she realized he was loosing the battle gentle stroking himself trying in vain to alleviate the surge in hormones affecting him his head rolled back as she moaned and groaned her belly very upset with this unexpected amount as her belly now pushed beyond its limit getting to full blown bloat she looked pregnant with how much her belly bloated due to the batter combo. Her thighs felt every inch of her stuffing as it crept further and further down her thighs while the top of her belly started to shift her cleavage towards her face. She was thankfully a little over half way done from each barrel. That was her hope till Jin lost his battle of gentle stimulation and came long and hard shooting a thick hit rod of cum that regretfully landed across her swollen middle the amount was surprising as he came about as big as she felt. He collapsed on the floor still stroking after this round and crawled towards Lee. All sense of consciousness gone from his eyes as he cleaned his cum and then grabbed her belly with both hands feeling her tightly packed belly just fill his hands. She moaned at the stimulation she wasn't sure if just the shifting if the batter in her belly or the fact he was desperate yet tenderly touching her but she was starting to feel her own juices flowing, this was only spurred into the fact Jin's fingers reached her lower belly his fingers slipping between her legs to her inner thigh feeling every available inch. Before either of them knew it she swallowed the final drip of the batter right as Jin's fingers started to tease her moist woman hood. Her hips betraying her as she grinded into her finger while pulling in her arm restraints. When all said and done the ballot bloated her up to the size of a slightly above average pregnant woman. She didn't need to prompt before Jin removed her hose and loosened some straps. She thought at least that was it she was through the worst of it. But then Jin proved her wrong intensely kissing her on the lips, her left breast in his hand. She moaned not just for the unexpected stimulation but as some of the restraints were released. Her belly seemed to weight even heavier against her chubby frame. But worse still she felt his cock start rising harder and thiccer against her bloated belly pressing his body into her her belly weighting heavily against him the two ended up with her awkwardly straddling him. Her belly taking up most of his torso as his hands moved to grab her meaty hips her ass pushing against his manhood. Her very own mosif and dripping it slowly all too slowly occured to her that she was actually actively turned on this once normally she ate and tossed out she was in just as much trouble as Jin right now. Her breast hanging before his face he plopped her breast free of her bra her nipples already hard and erect. His lips found her right nipple and he began to aggressively suck. In the next couple minutes the two finally broke and went all in she felt him slide himself into her, and she pulled his head tightly into her chest. In a blue of motions the two did what neither wanted to do initially and really went to town. Two minutes had passed before he stiffened and came long and hard as her belly made an impossible final push out a couple more inches. But when she came she finally released and caught her breath she was alone Jin was gone not ran away not leaving just disappeared as she leaked his seed from herself and was left totally nude and bloated. She hurried to her room at least as fast as she could being so stuffed and found enough to cover her along the way. Once back in her room she noticed a feather with a note. She couldn't read it as the feather she had seen was just the same from that guys top hat in her dream. She didn't think about that night for long after, it had been years and due to her well understanding of her hidden kink her and Jack got together made a relationship and she didn't know but God did Jack enjoy every inch he put on her waistline. Jen got off the drugs she looks a lot better for some breast reduction surgery and looks pretty well put together Allie talks every so often with the new crazy of ass she didn't change as much as become more humble and the top ranking onlyfans girl bc with the new ass obsession many women alters there ass or put in to much weight. You see Allie here was someone who just had a huge round ass there was no work done on it it was naturally smooth no cellulite no dimples no sagging just a giant round tight ass. Lee ended up weighting herself, one day 200lbs, her arms like most do her body put on some size but not as much as she expected her face grew rounder but it actually complimented her skin completion more her breast grew with age and weight gain doubled from the DDD-cup she had and and ass that would rival Allie if it wasn't for the fact it's clearly more fat to muscle ratio but she wasn't in competition the wiggle and jiggle drive Jack wild. Jin faded in her mind as she became well figure wise more feminine then her college days. She no longer worried about the belly she sported as Jack always and her feel beautiful at all sizes.

This Story is one of my favorites of all time and I always thought there could have been some more added to it near the end so I added some more content to this great classic story. Thank you Dr Enlarge for your great works Water Weight By DrEnlarge "Don't even scratch her or she might still explode" copyright 1996 Bernie Thigpen waited patiently at the elevation train depot. In his hand he cradled the one thing that could make him a rich man: a plastic vial of Dehydrated Water. Bernie, a lanky 28 year old, had been working overtime on his doctorate thesis when he'd stumbled upon a way to condense and package water. One miscroscopic granule of what Bernie laughingly called "hard water" would rehydrate into a whole cup of the liquid stuff. All it took was one drop of water to set the chemical chain reaction into motion. Behind him, a really cute girl emerged from the end of the escalator. Her reddish-brown hair swayed gently in the afternoon breeze. Bernie turned and saw her 5' 1" figure walking in his direction, a purple fuzzy angora sweater cut low and short black skirt draped nicely over her cherub-like figure. Their eyes met briefly and Bernie looked away first, a small smile crossing his lips. He couldn't wait to be rich and famous. Then he'd be able to get any women he wanted, even the one standing right behind him now. The train began pulling into the station. Bernie stole glances at the girl behind him. How he'd wished for a bit of a spine. He'd longed for the day when he could just whirl around and say "hi" to any woman that struck his fancy. But his was not that day and he had to be content with keeping his mind on his job of delivering his invention to the patent office. With a woosh the doors opened and Bernie began to board the train. Now the problem with being too eager sometimes is that you forget your surroundings. Bernie realized this as he saw a flood of people exiting the doorway as he headed in. When the business man stuck Bernie's shoulder, his first instinct was to protect the vial. However, since it was already airborne, all he could do was curse as he got sideswiped by another commutor with a stroller. When the flow of people stopped, he began searching the ground for his vial. He spotted it just as he heard the door chime sound off. They were going to close! Quickly he leaned down to get it and his head bumped into the black skirt of the lady that was behind him. She was hurriedly trying to get around Bernie and into the train. Embarrassed, he continued reaching for the vial when he noticed it had been opened. Almost half of the contents were missing! Frantically he snatched up the cork that had been on the top and, placing it back in the vial, bolted for the door. His left leg caught the door just as it was closing and the doors retracted automatically to allow him to enter. Bernie wasted little time in assessing the damage done by his little run-in with rush hour traffic. A good portion of the dust-like substance was gone. Bernie looked back at the spot on the concrete where the vial had landed. There was a bit of the dust there, but hardly enough to account for the amount he'd lost. As the train began slowly to pull away, he wondered what would happen when the custodial personnel tried to mop that dirt up. As best as he could figure, with that amount they'd have a fairly large mess to contend with. As Bernie stood there watching the spot move away, he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. Startled, he spun around, half expecting to see one of the many vagrants that ride the transit looking for spare change for booze. Instead, he was face to face with the woman he'd collided with just moments before. Her face was stunning. A perfect button nose, two big eyes with just the right amount of makeup and chipmunk-cheeks that made anyone want to pinch them. "Excuse me," she began, "but do you have a Kleenex?" "Um ... no ... wait ... maybe," Bernie stammered, trying desperately to think of a cloth-like substance he might have on him that might substitute for a Kleenex. His hands frantically patted down every pocket he had, taking immediate stock of their contents just from the touch. He realized he had nothing that would work. Raising his eyes to meet hers, he couldn't believe he was missing an opportunity like this. From this day forward he swore never to leave the apartment without a hundred Kleenex stashed on him. "No ... I'm sorry, Miss ... I don't seem to have one," Bernie replied in a sad tone. She nodded and then shyly began to wipe something from her cleavage with her sleeve. Within seconds, though, she stopped and a puzzled look washed over her face. Bernie couldn't help but let his eyes be drawn towards where she was looking. Her ivory-white smallish breasts were being hopefully pushed together and up by what seemed to Bernie to be a push-up bra. The girl's faint cleavage bore a hint of make-up which seemed to vanish as he watched. Almost on cue, Bernie and the girl looked up and knew what each had been doing. Bernie got so embarrassed that he turned his head and thocked it against the support bar next to where he was standing. The girl covered herself and looked to see if anyone else had been watching her, blushing heavily. As Bernie's brain began to break through his embarrassment, he realised something. The dusty powder on the girl's chest could have been the hard water material. His eyes grew wide as this thought crossed his mind. He'd never contemplated human interaction with the powder yet! Its size would indeed allow it to pass through the skin into the body, but he'd never worried about it at the lab due to the fact he was always well protected. His mind raced as he looked back at the girl, this time with a look of fear adorning his face. The girl wasn't looking at Bernie or anyone else this time. She seemed to be studying her chest again and with a look of concern. Just as Bernie looked down to see what she was staring at, a lady on the overly-crowded train pushed in between them with her girth and blocked his view. Bernie quickly began to bob his head around, trying to see anything more of the girl, but it was in vain. Around to the left of his position, he saw a 40-ish businessman turn his head slightly in the girl's position, stare for a moment with a small grin, then return back to his paper. To Bernie's right a grunge-looking youth was staring in what could be the direction of the girl's figure. As he studied the youth, he could tell that the lad was becoming less obvious about what he was staring at and then noticed that he tapped his girlfriend on her tattooed shoulder and pointed in the girl's direction. Bernie looked back towards the businessman. His eyes were looking back in the girl's direction, but this time his grin was replaced with a look of disbelief. Something was happening behind the glacier of a woman that had oozed between him and the girl. Frantically, Bernie looked for a path around Mount Womanhood, but bodies were jammed in pretty tight and there seemed no polite way around. The train jolted for a brief second, tossing the behemoth backwards a bit. A passage of space opened for a moment and Bernie's heart stopped cold. The girl was standing there, looking panicky, her arms wrapped around her chest. Even so, the train's jolt was still reverberating in her now D-Cupped bosom. Her chest was bigger! Her eyes met his briefly before the landmass of flesh shifted back into her original sight-blocking position. Bernie stood very still, trying to think about what was happening. The powder had obviously landed on that poor woman's chest and due to its nature had sunk in. The growth meant that it was reacting with the water in her body, but thinking about how much reaction there would be made Bernie nervous. He tried to calculate the amount of hard water still in the vial compared to the amount he'd seen on the landing at the stop, but he couldn't comprehend just how much that left unaccounted. He stopped trying to figure it out when he heard the businessman talk. "Are you OK, ma'am?" the older gentleman asked shakily. His eyes were fixed at below eye level, Bernie noticed. He heard a reply, but it was too quiet to pick out the words. From the tone, however, he could tell it was the girl and she was frightened. Big Bertha finally noticed something other than the candy bar she was munching on and turned her head to observe the commotion. Once she saw what was going on, she backed up in surprise, much to the dismay of the people she crushed behind her. Bernie saw the opening and this time instead of looking through it he maneuvered into the spot. He didn't have much room, though, for the girl had seen the same opening and had taken a step forward to give her new self more room. Bernie stopped himself just before he collided with the girl's DD chest. His jaw dropped as he saw her milky-white breasts straining against her purple sweater, pulling the V-neck further away from her body and showing six inches of cleavage. Her dainty hands again cupped themselves around her new growth, trying vainly to contain and stop their further expansion. Long red nails on both hands were hard pressed against the full sweater, but Bernie instantly saw that her jugs were plump and her hands sunk deep into them. "What's going on?" the girl said to no one in particular. By now, all within sight of the girl were looking at the spectacle. Slowly her breasts were filling up her sweater to the breaking point. Bernie saw through the sides of her v-neck that her bra straps were loose. She must have busted her bra moments before. No way an B-cup bra could've stood up to those mounds. Her eyes were wide open and her cute little mouth was slack as she stared at what everyone else was staring at. Bernie watched the outside of her right breast to gauge how fast she was growing. As he stared, he actually saw her boob inflate wider and fuller, stretching her V-neck still further apart and further down. The sides of her tits were now far enough out that they were growing out past her arms which she still had across her ever-enlarging chest. By now, the whole train was crowding in, trying to see the girl that was getting bigger boobs by the second. The girl, giving up the vain attempt to cover herself by crossing her arms, slid her arms apart. Bernie heard the sweater strain even over the sound of the train. Her fingernails slid over her super-tight sweater as she released her boobs slowly from her hold, but she stopped short of fully dropping her arms. Now, she was cupping each breast with the same-sided hand, pulling them towards her body and in turn, out further. She could almost rest her arms on the bulk of her sideways growth. Her head popped up and scanned each face quickly for signs of help from anyone. "Oh, my God!" one man said quietly. Her chest continued to balloon. Tears were beginning under her arms. When the first one began, everyone looked, including the girl, towards the sound. Her face grimaced a bit. The sweater really looked tight on her now. Her midriff was now showing as her sweater's bottom had begun to crawl up her body towards the underside of her volleyball- sized boobs. Her little hands looked so small compared to her massing melons and they were moving outwards more and more. The bottom of her breasts was above her navel until she showed signs of fatigue and began letting them drop. They sagged slightly, just hiding her belly button, but Bernie could tell that they were getting tighter. One woman beside Bernie fainted, but no one cared. "I need help! Someone help me!" the girl cried, her grip on the front of her growing gazongas getting looser due to her ever-tightening skin. The business man was almost drooling as his glazed-over eyes soaked in every new inch of her. The grunge boy began to reach out his had to touch her boob when his girlfriend knocked his hand back. Bernie shook his head and came to his senses. He was responsible for this problem, he'd have to find a way to solve it before ... before something bad happened. Bernie cleared his throat and tried to quiet the croud. Even with everyone trying to back away from the girl's body, there wasn't much room left for her to grow without touching someone. As the crowd quietened, you could hear the staggered sound of her shirt ripping bit by bit down the side. Her big eyes looked hopefully towards his, almost tearfilled. "I know what's happening here," Bernie said. Everyone looked his way. As he opened his mouth to continue, he paused. What was he going to say next? He had no idea how to help this ballooning body stop. All he could do was try to figure out how much hard water had she absorbed. "Ma'am," he said to the straining face of the girl. "That dust that fell on you. How much was there?" "Oh, God, my breasts feel so big!" she grunted, almost pulling at her sweater. "Uh ... I don't remember. It covered my chest when I first looked down, but then," she drifted off, trying to arch her back a bit. Her breasts were really growing now, every jostle that the train caused was amplified by her bulbous front. It would have been worse except her tight top was still - barely - containing her. Cleavage was squeezing out of the V-neck so much that it looked like someone was baking bread and the dough was rising. From her sides more and more tit flesh was breaking through. Wouldn't be long before her sweater ruptured. Bernie could see the beginnings of blue veins in her skin. "Something is rushing into my boobs! God, I can feel them blowing up! Mister, you gotta stop them! I'm getting huge!" "Umm ..." Bernie thought. That much hard water could spell trouble for this young woman if she was right. He needed to get the water out that was in there before she got too big and exploded. Since the hard water was probably reacting with her milk glands, Bernie decided that she needed to give milk. But he didn't know how fast someone would be able to suckle her chest, surely not fast enough to stop her growth. RIP! The girl's sweater gave up and split down both sides. The front went limp and rested against her chest. It did little to conceal her mammoth mounds, even when she grabbed the bottom part and tried to stretch it to cover her distended nipples. Her areolae were as wide as a plate now and they looked very taut. She looked comical trying to cover her beachball-sized breasts. They took up her entire torso, spreading down to below her belt and out past her elbows. She gave up trying to gather herself from the side and stretched her arms over the center of both breasts, just barely reaching her life-saver-sized nipples. "Ok...everyone...she's going to get much bigger if we don't figure out a way to milk her fast!" Bernie shouted. "Does anyone here have any idea how we can do that?" "How big am I going to get?" the girl shouted, leaning back against the door now. She was really having a hard time standing now. "I'm too big as it is! Just look at me! I can't get any bigger, mister. My skin is getting so tight!" she pleaded, looking like she'd welcome it if someone just stuck her with a pin. "Why don't we just pop them?" someone suggested, reading the girl's mind. Bernie considered it before someone spoke up. "No, you can't. That little hole in her skin would probably let loose a torrent of ... whatever's blowing her up. I'm a doctor and although I've never seen this before," the old man said, pointing at the girl's tits still blowing up bigger and bigger," we can't just poke a hole in her side." "I'm going to pop soon anyway, I can feel it!" the girl shouted, gripping her teats with her fingernails. "If someone doesn't do something soon, I'm going to pop myself! I can't take this pressure ... it keeps coming into me, making my boobs heavier and heavier!" The doctor made his way to the front of the semi-circle around the girl and instructed two people on each side of the girl to grab her arms and keep her nails away from her tits. She fought them at first, sensing this might be her last chance to stop her growth, and began to slap her chest, clawing with her nails after each downstroke. Her colossal chest bounced angrily, but didn't blow. As they secured her arms, she slid to the floor, her chest reaching out past the hem of her skirt and almost up to her chin. She looked helplessly out at the people around her, the tattered purple sweater up around her neck like a bib with her engorged mammaries flowing out from under it. The floor must have been cold, because as soon as her tits hit the ground, her nipples stood out a good inch more, looking rock hard. The doctor stood in awe, as did the rest of the people around the girl. Her eyes darted from one breast to the other as they grew rounder and fuller. "My boobs! Look at my boobs!" she said hysterically. "They're not stopping! I'm too full! God, they're so tight! Please ... do something before they blow!" Thinking, the doctor looked like he'd had an idea just as the girl screamed and writhed on the ground, almost breaking loose from the two men holding her arms away from her billowing breasts. "Ahhh! I can feel something blowing them up faster! What's happening?" she screamed, looking directly at Bernie. "You! Look at my tits, they're growing faster!" Bernie indeed looked and saw that they were stretching wider and further from her body more quickly now. He didn't have the heart to tell her that with more liquid in her glands, the more the hard water would unfold and fill her tits. "Never mind that. We need to make her climax, now!" the doctor said directly. People were trying to back away ever further now, forcing others on the train to stand on seats or get pressed against the walls. The girl's breasts were very blue veined now and her white skin was stretched so tight it almost looked shiny. People around her that couldn't move any further were having their feet covered by her ever-expanding hooters. The girl moved her legs apart a bit underneath her tits, but they were so heavy and had almost reached past her knees now that she couldn't make them move far. "OK!" shouted the doctor. "You, ma'am. You're in front of her. You've got to get down there and make her climax now or she'll explode!" the doctor said, pointing at a model wanna-be teen. The model looked shocked and shook her head, but already people around her were pushing her down towards the girl's cleavage. "I'm not doing this!" the model shouted, her head almost bouncing into the girl's distended cleavage. "I'm not a lesbian!" "You don't have to be, just get her to cum! You're the only one who has a chance of reaching her ... use your hand!" Bernie touted in, looking on as he saw the model lie flat on her stomach. She shook her head again, but then began moving her right hand underneath the girl's cleavage. "Everyone who can, gently move back so we can seperate her cleavage a bit and let that girl reach her clit!" the doctor ordered. The crowd didn't move, they had nowhere to go. "OK, then, pull her breasts apart GENTLY, everyone who can," he commanded. Everyone that could reach into the center of weather balloon-sized bust began to slowly tug on the tight yet watery mass of boob flesh. "Stop ... you're going to make me pop! Oh, God, I'm growing more and more each time I breathe! I'm covering my feet almost! She's never going to reach me!" the girl panted. Bernie now could feel her tits against his legs and groin. They grew and grew, pressing into him tighter and tighter as they continued to wedge into the crowd around her. His cock was right above her huge nipple and he moved his legs apart so it could go right under his nuts. Her head disappeared as her massive boobs grew up against her human bra. The people holding her arms still continued to do so, but Bernie could only see that they were holding something and not her arms anymore. It wouldn't be long before her tits completely covered her head, and she knew it. "My God, look at my breasts! They're getting hard! I'm going to explode, I just know it! God, the skin near me has stopped stretching! I can feel my skin stretching faster around my nipples! Oh Jesus, this is what balloons do just before they pop! I'm getting ready to blow up! God, my tits are getting enormous!" she yelled. People began to panic. They were speeding towards the next stop with a girl about to explode on an electric train. No telling what that was going to do to the train itself. Bernie could feel that the girl was right, her nipple was pushing into him faster and faster, trying to lift him up. "Look out, she's going to blow!" someone yelled from the crowd. A small scream was let out, probably from the girl, Bernie thought. There seemed no hope for the poor blimp-chested girl. The model was dragged out from underneath the girl's boobs, her face red from the pressure. "Here, use this!" a voice said from behind Bernie. A mop was handed to him overhead. He quickly handed the tool to the model, who dropped again to the floor, just out of range of the girl's massing mountains. She began quickly working the mop down between her cleavage. "God, I'm growing faster! I'm blowing up like a water balloon!" the girl cried. She suddenly began gasping. "I think I found it!" the model cried, her head being slowly pushed back by the girl's quickening growth. Bernie saw the mass of mammaries before him start to shake. She was either responding to the mop handle or was about to burst. "Oh God, that hurts!" the girl cried, but she continued to groan. "God, I can feel it building inside me! I'm going to pop!" No one knew whether she was referring to her chest or the orgasm, but everyone held their breath. The model let out a grunt as she thrust the mop hard into the Boobs from Hell. A shrill scream came from the girl's direction. Bernie looked across her girl's impossibly large breasts, now eye-level to him. He could see the mass of her boobs quake and shiver. Everyone closed their eyes, thinking she was going to burst. But just then Bernie felt the log-like nipple still between his legs kick and jump. Yells of shock came from all around behind him. He felt something rushing through the skin of her nipple. She'd climaxed! "Don't be alarmed, she's just cycling the liquid out!" the doctor yelled. "Her nipples should be able to handle the strain of the outburst of liquid." Everyone sighed in relief, except for those getting soaked. Bernie smiled as the motion underneath his member continued. "So this is what the spin cycle feels like?" he murmured to himself. He felt water rush around his feet. This train was going to get wet, fast. "Someone hit the emergency lever and kill the power to the train!" a voice in the back yelled. There was a tinkle of glass and everyone felt the train slow. Bernie felt the huge breast infront of him as it slowly deflated. The girl was still moaning and shrieking: apparently she was still climaxing with all this activity going on in her body. Bernie felt the nipple recede and he relaxed his leg-grip on her teat. It flipped up past his groin and pounded his chest with a torrent of milk. He tried to hold his hands up against the stream, but that just diverted the spray into everyone else. He was going to get soaked, regardless. Over the loud spray, he heard the girl still belting out orgasmic shrieks. Then ... "Ohgod ohgod ohGod OhGOD!" the girl cried. "It's not stopping! I'm...uuhhhhh.." she cried between ecstasy-filled groans. "I still feel....*gasp*...feel it blowing ....uhhhh...blowing my tits up!" Bernie noticed right away that her huge nipple and shiny areola, distorted so much that it was the size of a trash can lid and barely noticeable, was indeed not receding anymore. The milk still rushed from her bottle-sized nipples, but the hard water inside her system must still be unfolding converting to milk, and at an increased rate. She was still growing. "UHHH...I'm coming....Ohhh..I'm coming too much," she strained. "I'm going to pass out! God, uhhhhh ... why am I not bursting?!?" The girl's boobs swelled dangerously bigger. They had again reached the point at which they had previously stopped growing, and passed it. Bernie could almost see the point the girl had made about her breast flesh. Near the top, he could see her boobs stop growing upwards at a staggering rate, and start growing forward. In mere moments the leading edge of that growth would reach her areola, then her nipples. He felt her cool, slick skin press against his arms and her fountaining nipple buried itself in his chest. "Oh, God, I'm clogging her nipple!" a man said from Bernie's left. Just then, Bernie's milk-flow stopped as her nipple bent up against his chest and grew up towards his chin. "Mine too!" Bernie yelled. "Someone behind me move!" But no one could. With a cataclysmic yell, the girl screamed and her breasts heaved forward, no longer being drained by her nipples. Bernie watched in horror as the odd growth pattern on her breast grew directly towards her areola. As soon as it reached it, it began puffing it outward rapidly. "OH GOD! MY TITS!" the girl bellowed. "THEY'RE EXPLODING!" Bernie felt her nipple thrust into his chest more and more, getting harder every second. Her areola swelled so fast it struck him in the head like a punch. He could hear her skin squeak as it filled to the breaking point. "SOMEONE HELP!" the girl moaned. "I WANT TO POP! THEY'RE GROWING OVER MY HEAD! OH ... OH..OH.OH!" she screamed and Bernie could hear someone slapping on them as the sound carried inside her liquid filled tits. She completely filled this end of the train, her breasts mashed against the ceiling. Bernie suddenly felt the nipple try to straighten out. The growth had reached the nipple. She could grow no more. "I'M GOING TO BURST!!!" she yelled, slightly muffled by her skin, Bernie figured. He closed his eyes, not knowing what to expect next. Then, all at once, the pressure that had been crushing him stopped. He felt her nipple quiver against his body and under his chin, but no more growth happened. Meanwhile the other nipple slipped by the other passengers the growing breast clearing a path pressing one passenger after the other against the walls.  A thick busty passenger was trying to make her way through the crowd away from the growing breast as it was gaining steam not far behind as it found its new found freedom.  The busty passenger reached the back of the train car frantically trying to open the door, but it would not open because the power was off on the train.  She was in such a panic she failed to see the emergency release lever so she grabbed a fire extinguisher and attempted to brake out the small window on the door.  The glass was shatter resistant but with enough hits the whole window was knocked free from the seals.  The window was fairly small and at chest level.  She started to attempt to climb out the window,  she was barely able to squeeze her large bosom through the opening but there was one more obstacle.  Not only was the woman blessed up top, she also was sporting some beautifully wide hips which prevented the rest of her body out of the train.  As the breast was surging toward the woman,  the nipple seemed to be on a mission.  The throbbing rod was approaching its destination,  there was a tunnel under a plaid miniskirt that the nipple was pointing right at.  As the woman struggled she felt a pressure on her nether regions, harder and harder until...there was a scream from the trapped woman, the thick long rod that protracted just entered the stuck woman.  She couldn't believe what just happened but she also was oddly turned on the warm pulsating member throbbed as the breast ran out of room to grow. The penetrated woman felt another odd sensation, it felt like her snatch was rhythmically contracting, but the opposite of that was actually the truth. With each throb the nipple was growing and growing, stretching and widening. Suddenly there was a tremor from the train sized orb, with a scream of extacy the nipple began erupting inside its vessel. The trapped woman looked down to see her once soft flat belly start to fill out with a bump, as the pressure continued it changed to a belly, then she looked like a large beach ball was shoved and fully inflated into her womb.  Another passenger seen the commotion and attempted to stop the invading member,  they grabbed onto the breast with both hands barely able to get a firm grip on the taut skin.  A wet sloppy noise could be heard as it popped free from her Womanhood, but almost as fast as it came out the grip on the massive tit was lost and rammed back into the filled woman again.  The feeling was different this time, it was in her ass.  All of the squeezing and groping triggered another orgasm from the colossal breasted woman,  which triggered the nipples to spray like fire hoses into the trapped woman again. As her size now multiplied by the seconds, her belly surged and she tried screaming but as she opened her mouth milk started fountaining from it.  A fire truck with rescue workers was approaching the rear of the train, the jet streaming out of her mouth Aimed right at the oncoming vehicle with so much force it blew the windshield right into the driver, knocking him unconscious.  The truck still had enough momentum that it hit the front of the milk filled balloon woman.  After she felt the mild collision she looked foreword to see that the flow of milk had ceased spraying from her mouth. There right in front of her, the nozzle mounted to the roof of the truck was wedged in her mouth Stopping the flow of milk.  The other rescue workers exit the vehicle in a panic, and in that panic the switch for the pump was turned on.  Suddenly she felt pressure at both ends, almost instantly her body became round. 10, 20, 30, 40, 50 feet in diameter and just as fast as it started, the growth stopped.  Suddenly dark stretch marks were appearing, darker and longer she was at her limit.  Even that stopped the truck ran out of water and the breast stopped spurting milk.  She lay there in shock as her body was literally at its limit.  The massive breasted woman shifted slightly and the mop handle just barely grazed her clittoris causing a mini orgasm which sent 1 last gallon of milk into the overtaxed container.  With a muffled scream her flesh tore open like a zipper sending thousands of gallons of milky water to the ground. People against the girl's breast rustled and Bernie heard muffled voices carried through her chest. The hard water had stopped unfolding. "Everyone stay still," the doctor ordered. "She's highly unstable. Don't even scratch her or she might still explode!" Everyone stopped moving, waiting for something to happen. "JUST DO IT!" the girl yelled, but Bernie could hardly hear her. From behind him, Bernie felt the rush of air. Emergency crews had managed to open the doors. They were sorry they did. The girl's breasts felt the chance for advancement and pushed everyone out the door that they could, trapping some just beside the doorway. The crew outside, having just been knocked over by a push of ten people or so, looked back at the doorway to see two huge areolae and nipples thrusting themselves out the doorway, filling it entirely. Bernie, trapped beside the door by her breast, was happy not to have her nipple under his chin anymore. "Jesus!" one of the workers commented. They just stood and looked at the sight. Just then, a shriek came from the other side of the car. The girl was coming again. Everyone on the track moved as her nipples pulsed forward a bit and began to jet water again. Over the next thirty minutes, she almost passed out twice from her constant orgasms, but people on the other side of the track kept her awake with smelling salts. By the time she was down to a manageable side, the entire track was flooded and clean-up crews were arriving on the scene. Bernie walked over to her side as they picked her up after her final waking orgasm. She still had basket-ball sided hooters, but she was still coming in her sleep and they continued to spurt water to the tune of her rapid heart rate. An exhausted smile was melted on her face and the paramedics strapped her into the gurney and placed her in the ambulance. The doctor came up beside Bernie and looked on. "She'll be fine. She'll have stretchmarks from hell, but she's be fine. What I want to know is, how did you do that to her?" "It's a long story, and I'm soaked. Get the story from the police after they grill me, OK? Thanks for your help in saving her," Bernie said, exhausted. He walked towards the beckoning officer on the side of the tracks. As he did, his vial fell from his pocket, noticed only by the doctor. Bending down to tie his shoe, the doctor retrieved the vial. With a quick grin, he proceeded towards the ambulance.

Kyle and Amanda had been married for a few years. Although she loved him dearly, he wasn't the best at being a generous or skilled or attentive lover. She'd talked to him about this issue several times because she was tired of him not giving her orgasms. Unfortunately, he'd try to correct that and slack off and go back to the unsatisfactory lover he was. Which infuriated Amanda to no end. Kyle allowed Amanda to take female lovers because he hoped to be a part of this very erotic relationship. Amanda had become lovers with a friend of hers that had been attracted to her since they met. Amanda had double f cups, her friend Melissa had h cups, and Kyle wanted to be sandwiched between the two. Which he made that obviously, and painfully clear. The only reason Amanda didn't lose her mind about him not giving her orgasms was because of Melissa. Amanda would talk to Melissa about this just to get it off her chest. Melissa admitted to being a witch and told Amanda that she could use a spell that would make Kyle into a woman temporarily. That way, Amanda could show him how to treat a woman in bed in hopes that he'd change when he turned back into a man. Amanda thought this was an absolutely amazing idea. Which got her thinking about Kyle being a woman and what if he didn't want to turn back into a man. What would become of their marriage if he wanted to stay female? Amanda found herself getting turned on about turning her husband into her wife and told Melissa about her concerns. Melissa told her that she could make it so that he could remain female if he chose to. So Melissa started working on the spell while Amanda gave her husband the best sex of his male life. It only took Melissa a week to finish the spell and give it to Amanda. Who was very excited to use said spell on Kyle. She asked him how badly he wanted to be in a threesome with her and Melissa. Kyle said he'd do anything she wanted for that to happen. Amanda smiled like the cat that was about to eat the canary. She told Kyle that she'd set it up and see how Melissa would react. Amanda called Melissa and told her that her husband said he'd do anything to have a threesome with them. Melissa giggled and said she wondered what he'd say if Amanda told him that he'd have to turn into a woman just to have a threesome with them. So, Amanda walked over and told Kyle she was on the phone with Melissa and that she said the only way she'd agree to having a threesome with him involved was if he was willing to be a she. Temporarily, of course, but she wouldn't agree to it any other way. Kyle stood there stunned for a minute, then stated that he did say he'd do anything to be the meat in that sandwich. Amanda nearly dropped her phone while Melissa ranted about how she couldn't believe it and that she'd be over as quickly as possible. Half an hour later, Kyle greeted Melissa and Amanda bounced up to greet her, too. They all sat in the living room and Melissa was the asking Kyle if he was sure that he was willing to turn female just to be able to have sex with his wife and her. He told her he wasn't exactly happy about her terms, but that he was a man of his word. That he'd try out being a woman just to be able to have a threesome as long as he could change back. Melissa assured him that he'd be able to return to being a man, that is if he didn't end up wanting to stay a woman once he got a taste of womanhood itself. Amanda had already stripped down to her bra and panties. She asked her husband how big he was hoping that his tits would get as Melissa stripped to her undies as well. Kyle answered that he hoped they wouldn't be too big and heavy, but he thought he'd be able to handle being up to as big as Melissa. Who informed him that the spell worked by switching his dna from one to the other. Basically making him become the woman he would have been if he'd been born female. Amanda was sitting there, mouth open, just gawking at Kyle. Melissa asked what was wrong. Kyle answered that his mom was even bigger than Melissa, being that he knew his mom was a k cup. Not to mention that his mom started sleeping with some of his friends when his parents got divorced. He wasn't happy about that, but his friends couldn't get enough of his mom's enormous tits. Melissa teased him that if his natural titties weren't big enough for him that she knew a spell that would make them as big as he wanted. Even if he wanted bigger breasts than his own mom. Kyle's jaw hit the floor. He accused Melissa of just wanting to see his reaction to having tits that were too big and how he'd handle them. Melissa admitted that she was curious about what he'd look like as a woman, but that she was just saying that if he thought his boobs were too small that she could give him the boobs that felt right. Amanda said that it was now or never and that she was looking forward to watching his transformation. She helped her husband get naked. Then Melissa cast the spell. It took a minute for the spell to take effect and Kyle was saying he thought it wasn't working. Then, suddenly, he got rock hard as he clutched at his chest. It wasn't that his boobs had started growing yet, though. Both women watched as Kyle's torso began to shrink inward, slimming his rib cage as the hair on his head began to grow longer. His hips began widening as his body and facial hair didn't fall out, but rather started to revert to the female form of body hair. Thinning, becoming shorter and lighter until it was like peach fuzz, all except for the hair on his head and the hair at his crotch. His eyebrows became thinner and completely feminine. Kyle was grabbing at his body, an expression between pleasure and pain on his face, while his transformation continued. He began losing height, starting at 6'2". As he started losing height, his balls began their ascension into his abdomen. Kyle grunted through this as he felt them moving up inside of his body as he had one last male orgasm. 5'7" now, Kyle felt his 7 inch erection start shrinking as it was transforming into her new female parts. Kyle's hips and pelvis were reshaping as his skin became soft and smooth. His chest, finally, began to grow into her new breasts. What none of them expected, or even thought possible, was how good it felt to Kyle as his body continued to become female. For him, it was like he was being touched and teased everywhere all at once. His face was becoming softer and rounder, just like his ass. 5 foot tall and Kyle was writhing on the couch. Begging for this to stop before she lost her fucking mind. Her breasts were already triple d's and Kyle couldn't help groping them. Amanda and Melissa watched as his dick shrank and his ball sack separated into female lips. Kyle started to buck as the transformation was getting close to becoming finished. Kyle's voice was changing rapidly as she groaned, moaned, panted, and begged. Her breasts already bigger than his wife's, but not as large as Melissa's monster melons. That would soon change as Kyle found herself orgasming as her breasts surged with one final growth spurt. A few minutes later, Kyle was completely female. Her massive chest making it difficult just to roll over so she could get up. Melissa had already pulled her bra off, ready to hand it to Kyle so she could see if her breasts were too big for it. Amanda stood there, gawking at what Kyle looked like as a woman. She was curvy, voluptuous even. Not to mention that Kyle was extremely busty, just like her mother. Amanda helped her now temporary wife sit up, asking if she was ok. Kyle slowly nodded, covering her pretty face as she giggled in embarrassment from having an orgasm. She admitted as much when pressed about why her face was so red. Then she was saying that she needed to get to the bedroom so she could see what she looked like. Amanda and Melissa both told her that she looked amazing, especially with her enormous boobs. They helped Kyle to the bedroom since she definitely wasn't used to her new center of gravity. When Kyle saw her new self for the first time, she was absolutely stunned at the woman staring back at her. She resembled the milf his mother had been. Pretty, sexy, curvy, and most of all, very busty. Melissa was impressed with how good she looked. Amanda was flabbergasted, and a little jealous, that her temporary wife looked better than her. Kyle turned sideways to see her ass in the mirror. It was nice and full and fairly rounded, but it wasn't the bubble butt she hoped she'd wind up with. She was shorter than both her wife and Melissa. Melissa was clearly attracted to Kyle as a woman. "Just look at those breasts," Melissa fauned. Amanda stood right in front of Kyle, breast to breast. "Ha ha, baby. You're even shorter than me. Plus you're cuter, you bitch," Amanda said in a playful way. Then she started kissing Kyle. They stood there kissing softly, Amanda holding Kyle's face as she slid her hands to her wife's ass. "Damn Kyle. You make a really hot woman," Melissa stated. Kyle blushed beet red and looked at her wife, who nodded emphatically. "You really fucking are baby. My sexy new wife with tits even bigger than hers. This is gonna be fun," Amanda said. Over the next few hours, the three women fucked each other senseless. Mostly Amanda and Melissa taking the reigns and exploring Kyle's very womanly body and showing her how women love to be treated sexually. Kyle had no idea that being a woman would be so damned hot. Sex was definitely so much better as a woman and the orgasms were just mind numbing pleasure bombs. She loved having her breasts played with, even with being so big and heavy. When they sucked both her nipples, Kyle begged them to stop because she felt like her brain was going to either melt or explode, maybe even both. Amanda had told her no, they weren't stopping. How else would her new wife get to realize what a woman goes through when her breasts are treated well. Kyle's brain felt like a whirlpool of mixed emotions, feelings, and misconceptions about women in general. Kyle wasn't expecting that he'd enjoy being a her when all this started and he agreed to be turned into a woman just to have a threesome with his wife and Melissa. But when her wife asked if she was ready to be a man again that next morning, Kyle said that she wanted at least another day, being that she'd only had half a day as a woman. Melissa had slept over in the guest room. When she came out for coffee, Kyle was standing at the bar in a pair of Amanda's panties. She couldn't help slapping Kyle's ass. "Morning slut. I see you haven't changed back yet," Melissa quipped. Amanda laughed while Kyle squeaked, her boobs jiggled from the spanking and her jumping and rubbing her ass. Amanda playfully scolded Melissa, "Hey. Watch it bitch. That's my ass you're slapping there." Melissa got that mischievous grin and groped Kyle's tits, "But she's so cute." Kyle bent forward a bit, moaning at Melissa's groping of her tits. "Oh my God, stop," Kyle whimpered. She saw his wife nod at Melissa, who suddenly spun Kyle around and instantly went to sucking her right nipple. Amanda had walked around the bar, "Oh no baby. Remember all those times you've done this to me? Payback is a bitch." She joined Melissa in sucking her wife's big, sensitive nipples. Kyle's panties were soaked in seconds. She gasped and moaned and held their heads as she tried to stay standing. But the more the two continued sucking those nipples and played with her tits, the less Kyle found herself slumping to the floor. Becoming nothing more than a puddle of pleasure twitching flesh. When her wife and Melissa had made her orgasm for the first time that day, Kyle lay there gasping for air and shivering like she was in a deep freeze. Her brain barely capable of coherent thought. This went on the whole weekend. Amanda and Melissa using female Kyle as their plaything. Amanda even used a strap on with her temporary wife and relishing in watching how much she loved being fucked as a woman. Each morning the two women would ask Kyle if she was ready to go back to being a man. Each morning, Kyle gave the same answer. That she wasn't ready to be a man again. So, Amanda and Melissa took Kyle for a fitting for a bra. Turned out that Kyle was definitely a full k cup. A 36 k cup to be exact. And at five foot tall, no less. So it made her tits look even more massive on her smaller frame. Kyle couldn't believe that she was actually seriously considering staying a woman. She hadn't discussed this with her wife yet, though. She barely had a grasp on it herself. After several hours of shopping, Kyle now had a few very flattering dresses and outfits that showed her body off. Which was embarrassing to Kyle, but her wife wouldn't allow her to leave the last dressing room in her male clothes that she'd worn. Amanda made her wife wear this slinky little pink dress that barely contained her tits. They were nearly spilling out just standing there. Kyle's only saving grace was the silky, supportive satiny bra she had on now. But even with the support, Kyle's massive chest bounced and swayed as she walked around. Her wife and Melissa pointing out how so many guys were looking at her, checking her out, undressing her with their eyes. Teasing her about how sexy she was and embarrassing the fuck out of her. Kyle came to realize that she was actually enjoying the attention her body demanded. The next stop after the food court at the mall, where evryone around was staring at her, was to the adult toy store across town. Which was so much more embarrassing for Kyle. Her wife forcing her to pick out toys that she wanted to try or thought she'd like. Melissa was definitely helping Kyle make her decisions, describing how some of the toys felt. When Kyle complained about how embarrassing this was, Amanda replied with, "If you're going to stay a woman, we're gonna need some fun toys to play with. After all, I like dick too much to give it up. Besides, with how much you seem to enjoy being female, I wanna use every toy I can on you. I wanna wear you out, make you my little slut. I want you to have the worst time of making your decision because I'm really enjoying you as a woman." This revelation, that her wife loved the woman she was, broke something in Kyle's brain. The love she felt for her wife at that moment sent most of her thoughts of returning to manhood off into left field. After that whole week of being pampered into womanhood, Kyle knew she wasn't going to be able to go back to being a man. Between how good the sex was, how good she felt about herself, and how Melissa was becoming more intertwined in their life, Kyle knew that staying the woman she was would be the right decision. Amanda was definitely hoping that Kyle wanted to stay a woman. Ever since he became her, sex was so much better. Kyle had become a much more attentive lover, taking her time teasing her into a state of feral sexuality before letting her orgasm. Of course, Amanda and Melissa were doing the same to her. That Saturday night, when Kyle and Amanda were alone in their bedroom, Amanda asked if she'd decided about what she wanted. To go back to being a man, or would she stay the woman that she clearly enjoyed being. Amanda made sure to let Kyle know that she loved the person, regardless of what gender she was. She knew how much Kyle had been struggling with the decision. Not because she'd have a difficult time getting her id and all changed, but because the man Kyle used to be would effectively be dead. Kyle admitted that she really was loving being Amanda's wife. That she loved everything that had happened since Melissa cast that spell. Especially the sex they'd all been having together. It was Amanda's idea that they ask Melissa to be their girlfriend, which shocked Kayla, as she'd started thinking of herself. But since this whole thing started, Melissa had been there. Right along with both of them. If it wasn't for Melissa, none of this would have been possible. Kyle liked Melissa as a person before this and wanted to be a part of her fun time with her wife. In fact, he was a little jealous of their relationship, but Melissa did not like men sexually at all. Never had. And now that Kyle was female, Melissa had really warmed up to her over the last week. Melissa really loved that Kayla was so short and that she was the bustiest one out of the three of them. Which is why Melissa was always starting with Kayla's breasts. Amanda liked her wife's tits, although they were a little big for her tastes. But Amanda loved her wife completely, and even more since she became her wife. Kayla was like a lover reborn. Enjoying every part of her wife's body, taking her time with foreplay, since she now understood just how important and fun it really was. One thing Kayla was starting to fall in lust/love with was having her enormous breasts sucked on. It made her feel so feminine and womanly. Especially whe her wife was going down on her while Melissa tortured her big, fat breasts with her mouth. There was something that Kayla had come to start obsessing about and that was if her breasts felt so good now, and through a little research, how good would it feel if she started lactating. Amanda found the idea titillating and enticing. Melissa loved the idea. Well, needless to say that Kyle truly became Kayla. Melissa moved in a few months later, Kayla changed careers to be an extoic dancer and sex worker on a couple of different platforms. Melissa had introduced both of them to the kinkier side of magic, too. Kayla was now constantly lactating and loving the shit out of it. Being their hucow and getting all the attention she craved through being a stripper and sex worker. Amanda was definitely surprised that her once husband would take to womanhood like a duck to water. Melissa was in love and lust with both of her girlfriends. Kayla would never admit that she loved tha Amanda had chosen to become a hermaphrodite, but she liked to be called a futanari. Melissa had made that happen one night on a whim. Even though Melissa didn't like men, she loved Amanda's big dick. Especially since she knew all the spots and just how to use her newly added equipment. All in all, they could not have been happier with how everything turned out. Amanda and Kayla were getting remarried next month with Melissa being the best woman and maid of honor. Even with Melissa now pregnant and having a difficult time keeping her dress fitting comfortably with her growing belly. But, in an impromptu move, Amanda and Kayla surprised Melissa with it becoming a three way marriage. It's always so nice to see people happy with how their lives turn out.

saw this in my dreams last night... A fun day at the theme park; hand in hand her boyfriend and herself were having a blast. Their relationship has been a long lasting one with no end in site through thick and thin. Together they had been on several rides already throughout the day and eager for more. Excitedly they both stood in line for their next fun filled rushed. Both watching the theme park ride run its course with smiles on their faces eager with anticipation. The ride appears to move very fast whirling on its track. With little warning the ride looses control, pieces of long structural pipe coming apart. She dives to the ground as the pipe comes to a stop nearly crushing her head. Adrenalin rushing she squirms out from under the entanglement of what was once a ride. Her boyfriend helps pull her out; both great full and shocked to be ok. Together they hurry to check other riders. She pulls a small boy out of his seat on the ride gently laying him flat on the ground. The boy is so pale she gasps. Her boyfriend joins her crouching over the young boy while everyone around them continues about their own chaos. She rubs the young child's chest to help restore blood flow to his heart. The child's vacant eyes stare up at the sky while his mouth gaped open. She was positive he would die but kept stimulating his blood flow; she couldn't give up on him. The child began to regain some color, she hurriedly looked around her for his parents but no one came their way. She looks back down at him his facial expression unchanged but skin becoming red. Unsure of what was going on her boyfriend and her watched in shock as the boy became more red. The child seemed to slowly shrink bringing great alarm to them both whom could only watch the horror unfold. She screamed for this child's parents for help no one stepped forward. She grabbed the very small boy in her arms uncertain of her next move. Before her eyes he regressed into what looked like a fetus, no longer resembling the previous shape of the boy she once held in her arms. Terrified her boyfriend and her began to run to the front of the amusement park. In her cupped hands she watched as pinkish red parts began forming a cord and placenta connecting to the fetus. At that point the fetus was now complete and began to slowly move. Her boyfriend and her stopped and stared into her cupped hands. Her boyfriend looked into her face and said we can't let him die. She nodded in agreement knowing a fetus can't survive outside the body. Her boyfriend took a step back and pointed to a bathroom. He then turned and sat at a picnic table. She momentarily watched his actions before running to the bathroom. They had been together so long their actions were alike. Her eyes adjusted to the lower light as she ran to the last and largest stall. Odd since she knew she was in a rush and always chose the first stalls. The bathroom was quiet and empty. She kept the slowly moving fetus in one hand as she pulled down her pants with her other. Using her fingers she separated her vaginal lips to expose a better opening of her vaginal canal. She brought her cupped hand close to her now exposed vaginal opening and the fetus immediately slithered up into her cervix. She was surprised by the amount of force this tiny human was able to make on its way inside of her. The noise it made in doing so stuck in her mind a soft sort of wet almost slurp. She could feel the fetus travel up and through her cervix, what she could only explain like a soft toy slimy hand would feel being pulled into her uterus string and all. She stood motionless in her surprised state; fingers still holding her vaginal lips. This was certainly not what she was expecting to happen, but then again she didn't know what she was going to do in the first place. This was all a very strange encounter and yet her actions and thoughts were driven by another force as that it was natural. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror through the door crack still motionless and dumbfounded. She felt a small pressure as the fetus positioned itself comfortably inside her womb. She released her her fingers standing up straight and readjusting her pants. She pushed the bathroom stall door open and stared at herself in the mirror one hand running over her now occupied womb. She didn't know what would happen now: would her belly begin to grow? Would this be a normal pregnancy? What about this boys poor parents they would never find their child again. She felt lost with these racing thoughts. The only comfort was knowing her boyfriend was waiting just outside those doors for her in full support. She also felt great comfort in knowing this boy wasn't dead and she had saved him. She blinked after what seemed like an eternity of standing there, turned and walked out to join her boyfriend. As she stepped out into the light he stood up from the bench he sat at and came to her side. Silently he also ran his large warm hand over her expecting womb. He took her hand and looked into her eyes caringly, neither of them speaking for neither knew what to say. She knew he had the same rushing thoughts as her and came to the same conclusion. Silently they slowly began to walk the park together still in shock.

Deep within the shiny, exorbitant corridors of an impossibly large mall there existed a small perfume store and hidden in its back was a cramped office. The walls were white and decorated with various lovely landscape photos, a metal desk took up most of the rooms space and the sound of typing filled the air but despite the seemingly innocent appearance a terrible, cruel and almost daily scene was unfolding. All Jacqueline could see, mostly, was the bottom of a black high heel as it pushed the back of her head into the desk, it was rather painful and the young college girl certainly wore a very displeased expression...but unfortunately this was her job and it paid decently. Though it was barely decent enough, however it was just enough to convince Jacqueline to sit there on the ugly tan carpet with the several inches long heel jutting deep into her mouth. Just as her young, cheery boss had commanded, she kept her tongue twisting and wiggling against the heel all while Miss.Holly sat above, doing undoubtedly important things on her laptop. Jacqueline wasn't sure how long she'd been under the desk, it was certainly long enough to scrub away all the foulness that had been clinging to the high heel. The black haired employee wasn't sure which was worse about her job, the fact that she had to spend her days worshipping Miss.Hollys feet as well as all her employees or that Jacqueline had to wear the store uniform whlle doing it which consisted of black pants and a black polo with the stores name printed on it.  "Un Arôme Parfait"  The words were French nonsense but as far as Jacqueline was concerned the logo just showed whom she belonged to, like how ranchers brand their cattle.  ------ Link to character pics: https://docs.google.com/document/d/17notvA7wgYwAx6L-9uJiMSzb5OXHZqgWJeAiUBHkUU8/edit?usp=drivesdk ------ The black high heel began to slowly pull out of Jacquelines mouth, which meant her head was no longer pinned to the metal desk she'd been seated under for the what felt like an eternity. But that was hardly a victory as Jacqueline couldn't resist letting out a few quiet groans as the several inches long heel rubbed around her mouth and loudly raked her teeth on its journey out all while the newish employee wore a terribly miserable, annoyed look. The long heels black leather rubbed against Jacquelines tongue and just as it was about to exit her mouth the heel stopped with its tip resting between her teeth.  "Alright, well this has been a very productive two hours so I think I deserve to have a little fun." Miss.Hollys voice came from above, happy and bursting with pride as she looked at a laptop screen filled with answered emails. The young blonde woman didn't bother looking down at her employee, she merely leaned back in her cushiony leather chair with a smile, looking like some smug queen despite her black business attire and lack of an actual throne. "And you know what that means, don't you Jacqueline?"  Answering with a groan, the disgruntled employee gently bit down on the heel. Hollys leg then pulled backwards and soon a foot popped from the confines of its shoe, revealing its lovely slender figure with long, flexible toes and a stench that certainly didn't match the foots overall pleasant appearance. Before the high heel had even fully dropped to the ground Jacquelines head was shoved back against the desks underside as Miss.Hollys foot firmly smacked into the employees face, rendering her unable to see much aside from her bosses pale sole which contrasted with the rest of her somewhat tanned body. That foot remained in position, firmly squashing Jacquelines face which made her unable to see the other incoming foot. The girl jerked and yelped loudly as Miss.Hollys other foot kicked hard into her guts with the long high heel certainly leaving a bruise beneath her black employee polo-shirt but despite the pain Jacqueline quickly, and carefully, grabbed the shoe which she pulled off and for that she was rewarded with the newly freed foot joining its twin on her face, completely covering it with Jacqueline only able to sit there meekly knowing the female dominating and humiliating her would face no resistance. After a few moments the feet began to move playfully, the upper parts continued pushing into Jacqueline face while the heels began to lift and then smack into her jaw. "Hmm, what to do…" Miss.Holly pondered with a greatly amused smile, her reclined head pointing at the ceiling as she lounged and listened to the faint groans coming from under her desk. "Since I'm you're boss, I basically own you, I can do whatever I want, isn't that right?" "Unfortunately." Jacqueline said with disgust and resentment, the feet then began slapping her cheeks. The first five were playful but as the sixth came, Jacquelines face was struck hard enough that her head turned to the side and just as she turned it back she erupted with a loud 'Achkkk' sound as Miss.Hollys slender left foot horizontally kicked into her throat, pushing hard enough that breathing became a challenge. Then the slapping continued, with only the right foot as Miss.Holly chuckled above. "Oh don't sound so mad and angry, you've got nothing to complain about!" Miss.Holly announced with her employee taking several more increasingly hard slaps until finally, after five more, Jacqueline let out an embarrassing whimper which only made Miss.Holly laugh again as she returned to her more playful, teasing foot slaps. "Like seriously, you get discounts on perfume, you get most weekends off, we've got healthcare. You get paid very nic- well, you get paid enough not to be homeless, at least. And all you have to do is…" "...Lick your feet." Jacqueline mumbled with obvious humiliation in her voice. "Exactly." Miss.Hollys voice was the opposite of her employees, filled with joyful satisfaction just as she finished speaking the slapping stopped and Miss.Hollys right foot hovered mere inches away from the girls face while the left kept squeezing her throat. "And speaking of which, be a good little wage-slave and get to work." Unsurprisingly Jacqueline thought several rude things but otherwise stayed silent as her months of 'training' began to take over. Her hands grabbed Miss.Hollys ankle and with an expression that said "I'd rather be anywhere else" she pulled the right foot towards herself. Knowing she was about to be overcome with disgust, Jacquelines eyes narrowed as she stuck out her tongue, it smacked into the center of her bosses sole and as Miss.Hollys toes curled a bit in pleasure Jacqueline started to lick side to side, pressing her tongue flat with a groan as it slid around effortlessly. Luckily, Miss.Hollys feet weren't sweaty this time, mostly because Jacqueline had already licked away most of the sweat at six in the morning after her bosses daily jog but still it took a great deal of effort not to constantly choke and gag from the taste alone, which was terribly bitter and somewhat sour like an old lemon covered in dust. "Very good, as always." Miss.Holly praised with a pleased, relaxed tone as her embarrassed subordinate kept licking side to side while slowly moving down towards the heel. "Typically, I'd let my foot licking employee become just a regular employee after a few months but I think this might have to be your permanent position. You don't mind, right?" Thanks to the foot partially crushing her throat, Jacqueline's voice croaked like a frog. "I definitely mind, that sounds terri-"  The foot she'd been licking shook off her hands and pushed its heel into her mouth, pressing savagely against her teeth until Jacqueline squirmed and nearly begged for mercy which she certainly wouldn't receive. The foot then began to twist and turn, sinking a bit deeper into Jacqueline's mouth while she simply sat there with a pained expression and with several muffled groans somehow slipping past the foot. "You don't want to be my full-time foot licker? That's a shame." Miss.Hollys voice was mocking and full of faked sadness, surprisingly both feet dropped away from Jacqueline and plopped onto the ugly beige carpet below her. "Well if you're unwilling to do the job then I suppose I'll just have to fire you, you can go now." "What?" Jacqueline blurted out with much more panic than she had hoped, unaware that up above Miss.Holly was barely able to keep from laughing, especially as she switched over to a much more serious, professional tone. "Yea, isn't it crazy? You get fired for not doing your job." Miss.Holly said as Jacqueline began to panic about all that boring adult stuff, stuff like taxes and bills, college loans and more taxes. "But don't worry, you'll find another job easily. Well, maybe not, the economy has been pretty shi-" "W-w-wait wait!" Jacqueline stammered, she grabbed her bosses ankles, lifted the two feet up side by side and proceeded to slam her face into the warm depths of Miss.Hollys relatively pale soles, soles which immediately began to push forward, once again pinning Jacquelines head against the desk. Without hesitation the employee began to lick incredibly fast, up and down her bosses slender soles at such a high speed that Miss.Holly could no longer maintain her serious facade and broke out into a series of giggles. Jacqueline, whom hated her boss and her job, unsurprisingly felt all her pride leaving her body but that didn't stop her from reluctantly and meekly humilating herself even more…she licked each foot several more times before speaking. "You don't need to fire me, I'll keep being your good little employee!" Miss.Holly didn't respond, which only made Jacqueline more nervous so she just kept licking, specifically the side of her bosses left heel, right where her pale sole skin met the much more tan color covering the rest of her slim body. The taste was just as terrible as any other part of the foot but fortunately Jacqueline only had to spend the next several seconds licking until both feet suddenly began to push forward with an unexpectedly sadistic amount of pressure, so much that almost immediately Jacqueline sucked her tongue back into her mouth only to find she couldn't stick it back leaving her trapped with her face being crushed so mercilessly that she expected her flattened nose to leave an imprint in the sole currently torturing it.  "Hmm…well…if you're that determined to be my underpaid, foot cleaning, shoe shining employee…" Miss.Holly said with her optimistic, joyous voice returning as she pushed her feet into her slave so hard the desk scooted across the carpet slightly. "...I suppose I won't fire you, you've been a pretty decent little foot sla- I mean employee, even with your always angry attitude." "Fank yu…" Jacqueline mumbled with shame, unable to even slightly move her jaw to speak but that changed as the feet suddenly moved back, Miss.Hollys chair also moved back just enough for hee employee to see the bright, degrading smile on her face. "And now, to thank me for not firing you and to add a bit of job security, I think it's time you show me just how grateful you are for your thirteen dollar an hour pay rate." The upbeat and clearly eager blonde said, she snapped her fingers and pointed to the front of her desk. "Go over there, and while you're walking you'd better find your inner foot lover." Jacqueline started to move, she scooted forward a bit and even mumbled a reluctant "Yes ma'am" to be extra pathetic but that apparently backfired as a foot kicked into her chest, knocking her back against the desks underside once again where her face then received several firm, teasing slaps from her bosses slender, warm sole. "Hurry up, stop wasting my money and move faster!" Miss.Holly ordered with one final slap, Jacqueline groaned quietly but otherwise obeyed, quickly crawling out from beneath the desk she'd been trapped under for hours, she then managed to reach the desks front side in under two seconds at which point she found Miss.Holly leaned back in her chair, her slightly tanned feet propped up leisurely upon the desk crossed at the ankle with the right foot on top. "Okay Miss…" Jacqueline said with no enthusiasm. "I guess…I'll start doing my job now." "Good idea." Miss.Holly replied happily, briefly wiggling her toes. "You can start by sucking all ten of these lovely toes." Jacqueline simply nodded and looked down, to her dismay her bosses foul feet were roughly in the center of the desk so with another defeated sigh she leaned forward, placing her hands on the desk to support her weight before finally lowering herself down a bit leaving her in a position that was essentially a degrading standing-up bow though despite her humiliating posture there were much worse things about her current predicament, mainly the two pleasant looking but foul smelling feet two inches from her face and it certainly didn't help that Miss.Holly was very intently watching her every move. Since Jacqueline (mostly) wanted to keep her job she quickly got to work, staring down at the desk as she opened her mouth wide. Without much hesitation the poor employee wrapped her lips around the big toe of her bosses right foot, immediately her downcast gaze was filled with disgust but Jacqueline managed to keep the long, foul toe in her mouth and even started to move her head up and down, sucking it hard with her tongue beginning to lick. "Ahhh yes…" Miss.Holly said with an obviously pleased tone. "Wonderful as always." Jacqueline certainly disagreed with that last part but as she continued slurping and licking and sucking away at Miss.Hollys big toe she was pleased to see that her boss decided to lean her head back and close her eyes, leaving Jacqueline 'alone' to work in peace though her current task was anything but peaceful. Her head was bobbing up and down at a foolish looking pace, already her neck was aching but that didn't even compare to the taste which was like licking dried old lemonade off a dusty parking lot, it was bitter, sour and just made her tastebuds have a generally horrific time as Jacqueline kept her tongue twisting and turning all around the toe. The smell was also beginning to affect her, she'd spent most of the day smelling them while they smashed her face but since she managed to inhale fresh air for several seconds only moments ago the stink seemed so much more vile than before. Just like the taste, Miss.Hollys feet pumped out a stench that was strong, sour and stale enough that Jacqueline's eyes nearly watered.  After bobbing her head up and down several dozen times Jacqueline accidentally slammed her head down a bit too hard, it sent her bosses toe deep into the depths of her mouth, jabbing the back of her throat hard enough that Jacqueline let out a sudden, loud gag that the perfume stores customers could probably hear through the wall. Miss.Holly didn't seem to mind as she merely chuckled briefly. "Wow, you must really be desperate to do a good job." The blonde teased, eyes still closed and her chair still reclined. "I'd order you to shove my toes down your throat but two of your favorite co-workers should be getting here soon and they love foot-fucking your throat so I'll let them do that, but for now, suck my other toes. Shove all four in and lick." Those two 'favorite coworkers' were Madeline and Chelsea, two high-school girls whom Jacqueline absolutely wasn't prepared to interact with but she couldn't think of such things now, she had toes to worship unfortunately and as such the miserable employee did just that. She quickly removed Miss.Hollys big toe from her mouth, leaving it glistening with saliva, and not a nanosecond later she was wrapping her mouth around the four other toes which were just barely wide enough to stretch out the corners of her lips. With her back starting to ache a bit from leaning/crouching awkwardly over the desk, Jacqueline started to lick at a quick speed in hopes her good performance would lead to her being put into a different position, instead it just immediately led to Jacqueline being even more disgusted than before as her tongue slid side to side along the bottoms of Miss.Hollys toes and just like with the rest of the young woman's foot the flavor was particularly stale, bitter and sour, enough that Jacqueline's tastebuds felt like they were starting to burn though that was the least of her worries. As she licked back and forth she had her tongue pressed hard against the pale undersides of the otherwise tan toes, every few seconds the girls tongue nearly slipped between those toes and with every time that happened Jacqueline caught the tiniest taste of the sweat that had been marinating within the tight little spaces which added an almost painful degree of saltiness to the already foul collection of flavors held by Miss.Hollys lovely, slender foot. To Jacquelines shame, it took a surprising amount of determination not to gag but fortunately she was stubborn enough to somehow keep mostly quiet though her boss soon broke the silence from her chair where she relaxed still with a smile and closed eyes.  "Oh Jacqueline, don't be shy. Lick between my toes, you've done it literally hundreds of times." Miss.Holly commanded with a comfy, relaxed disposition which was the complete opposite of how the slave felt. Still, Jacqueline only hesitated for a single second before plunging her tongue between Miss.Hollys two biggest toes. The taste immediately sent a cold chill of disgust shooting down her spine which only grew worse as Jacqueline began to move her tongue around, twisting and wiggling it within the tight space that was barely even sweaty but the taste was more than enough to make Jacqueline want to vomit despite having licked these terrible cramped areas countless times just as Miss.Holly had so cheerfully pointed out. Trying and failing to ignore that depressing fact, Jacqueline just kept licking and suffering and kept going as her boss suddenly snapped her fingers several times, bringing Jacquelines gaze up to the blonde who now had her eyes opened at last and unfortunately they were staring directly into Jacquelines. "Do you know what my favorite part of being a young, rich, beautiful, successful businesswoman is?" Miss.Holly asked with a friendly yet smug expression, talking down to her toe sucking employee as if Jacqueline were some lowly peasant.  Jacquelines toe sucking came to an abrupt end as they suddenly slipped from her mouth, before the girl could even inhale both feet shot upwards and both heels slammed downwards onto her head, hard enough that Jacqueline dropped down with most of her landing on the desk with her face slamming straight into its solid surface and that's where she remained, leaned over some desk with her bosses feet propped atop the back of her head. "Turn your head to the side." Miss.Holly ordered like a dominatrix enjoying herself, Jacqueline obviously obeyed and ended up looking at a wall for a nanosecond before Miss.Hollys left foot slipped off her head, giving Jacqueline a very detailed view of its inner side. "You know what to do." The half bent over employee certainly did, with a clearly bitter expression Jacqueline began to awkwardly lick the side of the tanned foot as best as she could as Miss.Holly continued to speak with her upbeat, degrading voice. "But yes, anyways, what I love the most about being a multi-millionaire with dozens of perfume stores is how I get to treat you gross little poor people. Now, I don't think all my employees are nasty poor people but you clearly." Miss.Holly mocked as Jacqueline could do nothing but lick one foot while the other used her head as a footrest, the blonde then let out a quick chuckle. "Like seriously, how pathetic and desperate do you have to be to lick feet all day, every day, with twelve hour shifts for so little money you probably can't even afford gas for your trashy car?" Jacqueline just kept licking, feeling even more worthless and humiliated than before, it also reminded her of the various problems her definitely trashy car needed that she definitely couldn't afford. The right foot atop her head lifted and then dropped hard, enough that Jacqueline's whole body jerked. "I wanted a answer." The power-tripping, smiling blonde demanded. "How are you this pathetic and desperate?" "I…don't know?" Jacqueline replied awkwardly and unsure as she kept licking the side of her bosses foot whose taste was nearly as unpleasant as the conversation. The foot licker then spoke with a stubborn tone. "But it's not like I want this job! I just can't find anything else…" "Well that just means I'm right, you literally are pathetic and desperate!"  "Maybe bu-" "Shut up, employee!" Miss.Holly laughed, once again hammering Jacquelines head with her right heel. "Stop talking, do your job and keep licking!" As much as Jacqueline wanted to immediately quit and angrily stomp out she didn't, she couldn't and Miss.Holly clearly knew that as she shifted her left foot slightly, giving her slave access to part of her sole which was quickly introduced to Jacquelines tongue. "Good girl, now you can stay down there and think about your terrible existence for the next twenty or so minutes until your two favorite co-workers arrive." The boss said, crossing her arms with a victorious grin as she closed her eyes once more. "Oh. And thank me for letting you have this job, and you'd better sound like you mean it." "Ugh…do I have-" Jacqueline received a third slam from her bosses right heel, so the lowly employee quickly changed her tone to a much more happy, grateful but obviously dishonest voice. "Okay! Um…th-thank you Miss.Holly." She paused, licked the foot several times and listened to another chuckle from her boss before continuing. "...For letting me have this…wonderful…job…" Jacqueline sounded defeated as she lied. "You're the best boss ever, Miss.Holly…" Twenty minutes later… Jacqueline was very grateful as she closed the door to Miss.Hollys office, she turned to face the rest of the break/storage room that existed behind the actual storefront was. The room was dim, dingy and had walls mostly covered with shelves and boxes holding various perfumes and random seasonal things. Feeling drowsy, weak and still able to taste her bosses feet, the overworked employee was ready to take her short break as she awaited her two younger co-workers. She dragged her feet across the cement floor towards a rectangular table at the rooms center, sitting at the head of this cheaply made table Jacqueline sighed, she looked to her left where a door leading to a maintenence hallway, she then looked to the right wall where another door lead to the small fancy perfume store before she just let her face drop to the table with a sigh, wondering which door Madeline and Chelsea would come running through today. "I hate this job so, so, so much…" She mumbled. Approximately six seconds passed. Jacquelines door question was then answered, the left slammed open, the two girls entered with the energy of a speeding, giggling tornado and Jacqueline couldn't even lift her head before her latest torture session had begun. Immediately she let out a surprised yelp as her chair was jerked backwards, with that yelp turning to a quick scream as the back of her head cracked hard against the ground. "Hey! What the fuck w-" Jacqueline nearly screamed again as she saw a black shoe, the kind all lower class working folk wear, coming down at her but that scream never happened as that shoe smashed into her throat, turning any noises into pathetic whimpers. Looking up with anger that was rapidly turning to nervous fear, she found that the foot belong to Madeline, the overly energetic ginger assistant manager with long, lovely orange hair, pasty white skin splattered with freckles and a very devious expression. Just like Jacqueline(and Chelsea) she wore the usual uniform of the perfume store, black pants and black polo bearing a white name-tag.  "Hey there Jackie, are you ready for another 'team building exercise'?" Madeline asked with glee. "I don't really have a choi-" Jacqueline's vision suddenly became filled with dirty rubber as Chelsea's shoe roughly slapped itself over her eyes, rendering the slave unable to see her which was unfortunate as Chelsea was rather lovely with her smooth black hair, bronze-ish tan Asian complexion and mischievous look that matched her red-headed friend.  "I wonder what kinda fun thing we should first…so many options but so little time." Chelsea asked with a eager sigh, Jacqueline flinched as her shoe shifted and instead of her eyes being covered it was now most of her face that was stuck under dirty shoe sole. Madeline leaned forward on her foot, suddenly crushing Jacqueline's throat significantly harder. "Yea, a half hour to mess with this idiot isn't enough for our daily two-versus-one torture sessions! So let's just start out with the fun stuff…the real fun stuff!" Madeline suggested. "Oh oh, yes, I know exactly what you mean." Chelsea grinned and with that Jacqueline's face was freed as the girl ran off to a random shelf to look through boxes but somehow things still got worse for the slave. Jacqueline's throat was flattened as Madeline lifted her right foot, leaving her balancing on her slaves throat whom only kicked her feet and gave the ginger a threatening glare which only made Madeline chuckle, a moment later Jacquelines stomach was stomped by the left foot and with that the right lifted from her throat only to land atop her face, specifically Madeline's shoe heel slammed into Jacquelines forehead where it dragged itself down a bit, slipping the shoe off to reveal a slender foot trapped in a lime green ankle sock. "Ahh, much better!" Madeline announced, Jacqueline managed to notice the bottom of that green sock was a noticeably darker color than the rest just before the foot playfully slapped down onto her face. She found the reason for the excessive moistness was it being soaked with warm sweat that the now giggling Madeline immediately began to smear all around Jacquelines clearly angry but reluctantly submissive face. "Yea, those shoes are real gross and nasty and they make my feet pretty gross and nasty too, it probably doesn't help that I wear them during gym. But that doesn't really matter, you're not going to run or anything." "Here they are!" Chelsea proclaimed, turning around and proudly displaying two fancy, small clear perfume bottles.  Jacqueline couldn't see much other than Madeline's sweaty green sock sole, her playful smiling face and the ceiling but soon she also saw Chelsea standing above. The socked foot then slipped downwards, slapping hard onto Jacquelines throat hard enough she let out a cough just as Chelsea sprayed each perfume bottles directly at her face. It got everywhere, in Jacquelines eyes, her hair, her nostrils and especially her mouth,  immediately she erupted with an even louder series of coughs that nearly knocked Madeline down but the ginger girl remained, laughing with her friend as Jacqueline writhed around on the ground like a dying bug. "Don't be like that, you know you love our special perfumes." Madeline chuckled, Jacquelines face was sprayed again and with it she tasted vile chemicals and an overwhelming saltiness that was beyond sickening. "And besides, our foot sweat doesn't taste THAT gross." "Plus there's all kinds of creeps that would pay for it and you get it for free." Chelsea added happily.  "How could anyone possibly enj-"  "Quiet foot licker!" Madeline said loudly and that was followed by giggles as well as her foot returning to Jacqueline's face, in a very violent way. "And speaking of foot licking…" Madeline jumped off her slave and with Jacqueline still 'sitting' on her fallen chair between the duo, she looked to Chelsea. "My dear." Madeline said with a joking tone. "Would you assist me in raising this retard up?" "Certainly." Chelsea replied, tossing the perfume onto the table. Several moments later… Jacqueline's chair clattered as it was set upright again with her still in it, her chest pressed uncomfortably against the tables side but that hardly bothered her, what bothered her was the fact that both her co-workers were climbing atop the table with Madeline on the left and Chelsea on the right. As they sat, Jacqueline noticed the girls had removed their shoes just as all four feet came at her, they struck simultaneously with Jacqueline's chair nearly toppling over again as her face was attacked by an army of socked soles. Madeline's lime green socks were joined by Chelsea's regular white ankle socks but despite their generic appearance they reeked terribly, as did Madeline's feet and all Jacqueline could do was sit there, listening to them laugh at her as they spread the nasty 'perfume' all across her face even more.  "Come on Jackie, you know what to do, you do it literally every day!" Madeline laughed as Jacqueline simply tried to keep from coughing and gagging on the stench cloud trapping her head.  "Yea seriously." Chelsea chimed in with sarcasm, giving the slave a firm slap with her moist sock sole. "Hurry up, I need my feet licked already." Jacqueline was visibly annoyed despite this being a daily occurrence. After several more seconds of sitting there with her face being massaged by unpleasant teenager socked soles the enslaved employee got to work, she tried to bite the tip of Madeline's left sock but missed, she tried for one of Chelsea's and missed as well, prompting the girls to laugh at her which just made her more 'eager' to succeed just to spite them. Jacqueline tried several more times, missing endlessly and making the laughter grow louder with each failure. The socked feet moved so quickly that they were a blur of green and white, smacking Jacqueline and abusing her without even a slight break. Madeline's left sole smeared down her cheek, Chelseas right toes briefly twisted into Jacquelines nose while Madelines feet kinda just slapped around, Jacqueline kept failing and her nostrils kept suffering, Chelseas left foot uppercutted Jacquelines jaw and forced her teeth shut with a clatter, Madelines sock pushed into Jacquelines forehead and leaked out warm sweat like a sponge before slowly smearing down sideways while the three other feet attacked all around it, as the descending foot finished soaking Jacqueline and slipped off her chin Chelsea left sole slapped into the slaves lips but this time Jacqueline succeeded, her teeth caught hold of the moist white sock and immediately Madelines heel hammered into her nose, jerking Jacquelines head back with a yelp as the sock slipped from her grasp.  "Oh whoops! My bad." Madeline snickered as the four foot assault continued. "I totally didn't do that on purpose." "Bad luck slave." Chelsea added. "Better keep trying though." "Yea, it's literally your job." Madeline snickered as Jacqueline snipped at her green sock and missed horribly thanks to Chelseas toes punching into her cheek.  The two girls made some more jokes and made some more giggles while Jacqueline kept trying in vain to teeth-pull their nasty socks off, by now her nose had sucked in so much sickening stink she began to feel a bit lightheaded, it certainly didn't help that she had perverted coworkers bashing her face endlessly with feet reeking more aggressively than the most potent of vinegars. Eventually the slow seconds turned to a minute or two, soon Jacquelines mostly sock filled vision saw Madeline look to her friend with a sarcastic sigh.  "You know, it's also her job to lick our feet." "That's very true." "Should we let her do her job then?"  "Ohhh…I guess so." Chelseas foot pushed into half of Jacquelines face while Madelines covered the rest. "It would be rude not to." "Yea and we don't want that!" Madeline decided definitely with a grin, Jacqueline soon heard the girl snapping several times like an impatient customer. "You, you down there, stupid foot girl, do your job!"  Hoping there'd be no more tricks, Jacqueline begrudgingly got to work and began dragging her head down the two different colored socks currently flattening her face until her smooshed lips where at the base of their heels. Not wanting to continue, Jacquelines mouth opened and she gently bit down on both socks, cringing as sweat seeped out but she was accustomed to such grossness so the miserable employee began pulling her head, and the socks, upwards. Slowly the two feet began to be exposed, they both had a similar long slender shape but as the moist socks were peeled away they revealed two very different sights. Chelseas heel was a lovely bronze-ish tan, like wet sand on a beach whereas Madeline's pasty ginger flesh looked whiter than Antarctica. Unfortunately, neither foot bore the temperature of Antarctica because as Jacqueline kept pulling those socks up the heat from all four steamy sweaty feet was overbearing and sticky enough that she nearly began sweating herself.  And finally, both socks slipped off to reveal two pairs of slender toes that wiggled a bit to allow cool air into their warm crevices with their overall innocent appearance hiding the fact they all reeked horribly, enough that Jacqueline nearly gagged but instead she bitterly spat the socks to the floor and just as she turned her head back the two other feet, soggy sweat socks included, both pressed into her face hard enough to make Jacqueline produce a grunt accompanied by laughter and as she began smearing her face downwards that gag managed to escape which only made the laughter louder, this was followed by a impatient groan from Madeline.  "You go too slow."  "Yea, friggin old lady." "Okay Jackie, we'll be nice, use your hands for the last two socks and then…hmm,what should we have our pet do?"  "I think my feet could use a good hard tongue scrubbing, maybe followed by a– Hey! Put your face back!" Chelsea shouted with a snicker, making her slave smash herself back into the mismatched wet socks, she then pinched the tips with her fingers. "And now it'll definitely be followed by a nice heel sucking." "Sounds amazing, for us at least." Madeline said eagerly while Jacqueline already wanted to vomit.  But the foot hating employee had a gross job to do, she gripped the socks a bit harder and tensed her completely smothered face as she pulled. Each sock slid right off, immediately Jacquelines face went from pressing into sweat oozing fabric to sweat producing skin that was far more sickening. Both feet remained in place for a moment before simultaneously starting to move terribly fast. Madelines sole smeared up, Chelseas grinded down but after that both feet kinda just went wild, pushing and shoving Jacquelines head all around with her skin growing increasingly wet and smelly from all the sweat she just sat there enduring, trying and mostly succeeding in not coughing. 'Luckily' this only lasted five or so seconds before both feet slammed down onto the table leaving Jacqueline staring at a row of four feet awaiting her, the left two being a pasty white with their neighbors being a lovely sandy tan.  "Alright, you know what to do." Chelsea said, very ready for the fun begin.  "Yep, you know exactly what to do!" Madeline chimed in, teasingly licking the air before she leaned back onto the table, laying down with a thud. Chelsea swiftly copied her.  Jacquelines face already bore a sour expression so as she reluctantly leaned down it only grew worse, so did the burning sensation in her nose. She really, really didn't want to lick these two giggling girls feet for what was probably the hundredth day in a row…but she also really didn't want to be stomped or kicked or tramped as punishment for disobeying, or keeping them waiting, so the poor college student swung her head down to the left-most foot, Madelines, and forced her tongue out. It smacked into the center of the gingers pale sole, despite months of daily lickings Jacqueline still felt a repulsed chill wash over her and Madeline still felt the need to giggle, probably just to make her contractually obligated coworker feel worse, it worked but unfortunately the taste of the girls foot was far worse than her degrading little snicker. Jacqueline moved her tongue around Madelines slender sole slowly, going side to side several times before slipping over to the next foot where she licked in a up/down motion with her face contorting with obvious disgust, as always Madelines foot had a bitter, vaguely cheesy taste with the sweat adding an extremely overbearing saltiness that was always very present despite how long or hard she licked.  "Ahhh yes, this feels as great as always!" Madeline sighed, giving her slaves nose a quick tap with wiggling toes. "I'm glad we decided to walk all the way here today. Hey sla- or, uh, hey respected coworker, can you taste all the walking I did?"  "Y-"  "I can't." Chelsea swiftly cut in. "But the smell coming off your feet is nasty enough for me, I don't see how our little pets hasn't melted." "You know what that means, Miss.Foot Licker?" Madeline asked as Jacqueline was reluctantly giving her steamy moist toes a tongue massage. "All your training, all these days and weeks and months of licking our feet has finally paid off. You've got superhuman nose that can ignore the n-"  "No…no my nose is normal." Jacqueline mumbled, her nose and tongue dragging down Madelines sole. "Unfortunately." "Awww yea, that is pretty unfortunate." Chelsea whined with feigned sympathy  "Very unfortunate." Madeline mumbled comfortably, as if at a spa, while the slaves tongue scrubbed her pale heel hard enough to wiggle the whole foot.  "So, if your nose still isn't used to all this nasty stank, what about your tongue?"  Coincidentally, Jacqueline happened to be licking back up on Madelines foot when her tongue scraped over a particularly salty, sour patch of sweat that made her groan and tense up, before groaning out.  "No, tongues normal too…" "Really?" Madeline asked with a comfortable grin before proceeding to spend several seconds lounging there atop the table to enjoy her slaves slowly licking tongue. "...You don't even have calluses or whatever from licking for, like, twenty hours a day?"  "Nope." "Ah, well, that's all very interesting and all." Chelsea chimed in, nudging Madelines foot with her own. "But we've only got like twenty minutes left before work actually starts and my feet are suspiciously unlicked." The pasty white foot Jacqueline had been licking smooshed forward hard into her face, pinning her tongue to her chin and flattening her nose with a pale sole. Madeline then happily spoke.  "Give my foot a few loving kisses, heel to toe, then be a good girl and go cover Chelseas feet with your spit next." The relaxed, grinning girl commanded with a snap and a point to her friends awaiting soles. As the two girls began to chatter amongst themselves Madelines foot dropped back down, allowing Jacqueline to briefly glare over at Chelseas slender feet which were already coated in enough sweat that there was no need to spread her saliva around. That sour expression remained on Jacquelines face as she turned back to Madelines foot, she got straight to the unpleasant kissing and pressed her lips hard into the gingers heel, her mouth dragged upwards then smooshed into the center of her sole and finally Jacqueline slid upwards again, her lips landing just below the toes which her nose was unfortunately buried in, forcing her to take a final musky-salt scented snort along with that last kiss which lasted several long seconds before months of training kicked in. Jacquelines tongue slipped out to give Madelines pasty sole a last little bit of pampering, once they started laughing at her the slave quickly slipped over to Chelseas lovely bronzeish colored foot where her tongue met with so much warm, putrid sweat that the slave was surprised her tongue didn't make a splash as it dived in. Instead, Jacqueline just (mostly) repressed a gag as she started lavishing the long, slender foot with licks that traveled swiftly from the girls heel all the way to her toes then back down that made Chelsea exhaled with a giddy smirk.  "Woooo…this is why I come to work!" She said as Jacqueline reluctantly scraped away a unpleasant amount of sweat. "I'd give up my whole paycheck just for this, it's so, so nice."  "It's nice and it's so freaking satisfying too, watchin some college girl lick her younger colleagues feet." Madeline briefly lifted her head with a nasty little grin with the slave groaning as she felt pasty toes poke her cheek momentarily. "Hey Jackie, you know you're a loser, right? We're, like, four years younger than you." The foot licker tried ignoring the giggling teens but it didn't work, it never did, though Jacqueline just kept licking, focusing on Chelsea heel which she currently smothered and lavished with her tongue. Chelsea kindly repaid her by continuing to mock her.  "Shouldn't you be doing something more important, like studying college stuff or whatever? Or getting wasted at frat parties?"  "OR getting HER toes sucked at a frat party? But nooo, she's too busy getting drunk on foot sweat instead, for minimum wage pay basically." Madeline snickered, her heel giving Jacquelines forehead a solid little kick that pushed her back enough her tongue stopped licking but quickly continued, going after Chelseas other foot. "Gaah-damn Jackie, if I were you, I would have killed myself by now!"  "Same, but, hey Jackie, guess what." Chelsea said deviously, prompting the slave to go from staring at the foot she licked to glaring up its owner. "At least you get to lick and love and play with some super cute feet every day." "Not including Susans." Madeline said, with vague respect and kindness.  "Yea, not Susans." Chelsea said, Jacquelines outstretched tongue received a tap from the foot it had been licking. "Before you have to go lick those crusty old lady feet, show us how much you appreciate me and Madeline allowing you to touch our adorable feetsies. You got four in front of you, show them all some love! Whip your head back and forth, go!"  Jacqueline didn't immediately obey so her laziness was rewarded by both of Chelseas feet shooting up and smacking into her face, they rubbed all around rather hard with the sweaty tanned soles dragging Jacquelines already aching facial features around like a smelly blender for the next five or so seconds before they pushed forward hard then dropped, dragging Jacquelines whole head down with them to the table just as both girls sat back up.  "Lick!" Chelsea shouted with glee.  "Now!" Madeline added, she pulled a tiny perfume bottle from her pocket.  Jacquelines face was still buried into Chelseas feet and the slave quickly forced herself deeper into the sweaty soles with her eyes semi-nervously peeking between the toes just as Madeline began repeatedly squirting the 'perfume' indiscriminately like a shotgun. As a fine mist of condensed sweat and harsh chemicals rained down onto Jacquelines hair and Chelseas feet the girl stifled several coughs before she inadvertently snorted in a bit forcing her to choke and forcing her two tormenters to laugh as Madeline kept the stinky sweat-spray spraying.  "Dang I didn't see you grab that." Chelsea said while Jacqueline was basically enduring chemical warfare, now gagging directly into the soles she used for cover. "I had it with me all day, this is a concealed carry state after all." Madeline stated deviously with a shrug as the spray ran out, she tossed it over her shoulder. "Have it just in case I wanted to spread some stanky stank onto some annoying dumbass."  "That's a nice idea actually. Oh, and speaking of annoying dumbasses…" Chelsea said, upon hearing that Jacqueline knew whom she meant and after a few more painful gags the slave got to licking the lovely Asian feet she'd been smooshing her face into, earning a smirk from Chelsea. "Good girl but I'm pretty sure I said to lick ALL four feet." "Yea, ALL FOUR FEET, retard. Get to it before I get another bottle of that nast-" Madeline and Chelsea erupted with laughter as Jacquelines tongue slipped across four soles at such a high speed she nearly fell off the chair, instead she just licked in the opposite direction and then continued traveling side to side at a unnecessarily high speed, her nose still literally burning from snorting the 'fragrant' sweat perfume.  "Wow, that must have been some bad stuff to make you lick that fast." Chelsea chuckled, waving her hand in front of her face. "It definitely was, I can kinda smell it." "Yea,yea, I've been holding onto that bottle for a couple months now, it's been marinating." "Clearly, and oh no, Jackie, watch out, it's all seeping down between my toes." "Well hopefully she's thirsty." Licking gross feet had certainly made Jacqueline thirsty, though definitely not for months old sweat and chemicals but that didn't matter and the two giggling teens clearly care about their quietly wheezing slaves desires, they ignored her as they once again started talking about stupid highschool stuff, boys and teachers and gossip and whatnot, leaving Jacqueline to do her literal job with a scowl. Or at least she would be scowling if her face wasn't contorted into a pained, disgusted expression as she zoomed her head back and forth at such a high speed she was basically a blur. Madelines pasty white feet had a terribly bitter, somewhat stale cheesy taste accompanied by a bit of musky salt while Chelseas lovely bronze soles just tasted of sweat, it was pungent and even though Jacquelines face had soaked up most of it the taste remained very strong and as Jacquelines tongue kept going side to side she couldn't tell which flavor she hated more, both were nasty, all four feet were beyond humiliating to lick but the foot slave knew that's exactly what she'd be doing for the next ten or so minutes…until she got to accompany Susan out for her smoke break… so Jacqueline kept going. Her head moved with such speed that her vision constantly flashed between a pale white color and a brownish goldenish tan, fast enough to induce a seizure though unfortunately Jacqueline that didn't happen and she was left to keep licking, and licking and licking.  Her tongue reached all sections of the two girls feet, countless times. Over and over again she'd start just below the toes, pushing her tongue flat only to hastily slide to the side, usually accompanied by her own gags and plenty of giggles from her perverted coworkers. Once her tongue smeared across four soles she'd move it down a bit then go again, then again and again until finally she went so low that she got a bit of relief due to her tongue rubbing into the table as it licked across the very bottoms of the girls heels.  Jacqueline felt sick in more than one way, largely from just jerking her body around like a rag doll but also from the horrible tastes, despite months of experiencing it daily for hours upon hours. The nasty stinks her nose sucked in had to be the worst of it all though, thanks to her body getting an entire exercise session from all the swift swaying she couldn't take in little breathes, the poor slave had to violently suck in air through her nose which itself was grinding into the four slender soles just as much as her tongue. The scents of old cheese, sweat, bitter moldy air and stale bread endlessly filled her lungs, with the strong stench of that 'perfume' still infecting the air all around Jacquelines suffering nostrils. Regardless of all that, she just kept grinding her tongue, nose and most of her face directly into the four feet, mostly failing to hide her disgust.  She licked and licked and was occasionally mocked by the two teenagers who were far too busy gossiping to pay the foot licker any attention, it went on for a few more minutes, until Jacqueline made a terrible mistake.  Her head movements got a bit sloppy and uncoordinated from the endless erratic movements. Her tongue glided over Madelines very wet right foot, then the left, over to Chelseas also overly saliva covered right foot and then to the final foot where it accidentally scrubbed against Chelseas long toes, her tongue raked the bottoms and squeezed into the crevices forcing a particularly loud gag from Jacqueline as she tasted the previously sprayed perfume, it tasted of old marinated sweat but mostly it was just like she'd swallowed a gallon of chemicals. It coated her tongue and assaulted her tastebuds so mercilessly Jacqueline didn't even think, she just pulled her head back, coughed and choked and would've started spitting out the nasty liquid if Chelseas foot didn't slam up into her lips with several toes slapping her tongue. Chelseas other foot smacked into her face with Jacqueline desperately trying to lean back to escape the onslaught of wiggly Asian girl toes but instead she let out a yelp as Madelines feet kicked into her foot-covered face as well with enough force Jacquelines chair began to teeter backwards.  "Ohhhh no." Madeline snickered, violently driving her heel into the slaves briefly exposed forehead which sealed her fate.  Jacqueline, once again, rode her chair all the way to the ground where the back of her head smashed into the solid concrete floor… just in time for her to see the office door, which had been behind her, open to reveal Miss.Holly strolling out, a pleasantly surprised smile coming to her face.  "Oh well this is convenient, you're already on the floor." She said, her high heels clacking loudly as she approached. "I have a little meeting to run off too, so my footwear needs some quick pampering and, wow, good job showing such foresight and initiative." Despite feeling like she just came out of a gas chamber, Jacqueline felt a tinge of pride with herself.  "Maybe I'll give you two a raise, throwing this loser on the ground like that, it's like you read my mind." Miss.Holly chuckled, killing Jacquelines pride and obviously amusing the two girls. It got even worse when the slave suddenly had the long heel of her bosses black shoe force it's way into her mouth, she quickly got to work shining it and was promptly ignored as she did "So boss, what kinda big fancy meeting do you have?" Madeline asked, slipping off the table directly onto Jacquelines stomach, where she then stood, forcing the slave to accidentally gag herself on the solid piece of plastic already poking at her throat. "Whoops." "Oh it's nothing important. Just a meet up with the malls owner for boring business stuff." Chelsea also slipped off the table, her feet smashing down right behind Madeline with Jacqueline being in enough pain her reflexes forced her head to jerk up, making her deep throat the heel for a moment before it was slipped from her mouth.  "G-get off…" She wheezed only for Miss.Hollys other heel to slide past her lips, where it was immediately serviced by her tongue just as all three females looked down at her.  "I don't remember telling you to speak, employee." Miss.Holly spoke with mocking authority and the two teens swiftly punished their coworker by simultaneously jumping.  Jacqueline was able to whimper before her guts were smashed by four feet, then it turned to a pained scream from her body jerking so hard her insides were practically stabbed by the black heel which she quickly began to continue licking, eyes closed to avoid making humiliating eye contact. The heel began to twist and turn and Miss.Holly then let out a relaxed sigh, which ended with her foot ceasing it's movement and with Jacquelines face now being crushed under the success young woman's high heel toe section.  "Okay you two, your fun is over, for now." Miss.Holly said, earning groans from the girls whom stepped off their abused coworker with the face crushing lasting another second or so before Miss.Holly slipped the heel out, used it to turn Jacquelines head towards the store-facing door, crushed her ear then spoke. "Madeline, Chelsea, please go inform Susan it's her turn to abuse our dear friend Jacqueline. And Jacqueline, well, do your job and maybe do it with a smile for once." Beneath her bosses foot, the Jacqueline unsurprisingly remained with a wide frown on her face as she heard the two girls both happily agreed to this order, picking up their various shoes and socks with their bare feet slapping the ground loudly as they ran about. Within seconds Madeline threw open the door and went through, followed by Chelsea and finally Miss.Holly walked towards it as well, leaving her poor employee with some teasing words.  "Enjoy Susans smoke break and watch out for that secondhand smoke, can't have my newest foot licker getting some lung cancer."  And with that, Miss.Holly was gone with the doorway immediately being filled by Susan. In her late forties, a divorcee and mother of two looked more like she should be on a wholesome cooking show in Wisconsin or maybe in a not so wholesome semi-bbw porn video. Dressed in the all black uniform of the perfume store while also wearing a rather tired but cheery expression that has somehow endured dealing with foolish customers for hours and upon seeing her younger co-worker laying on the ground her brown eyes lit up with delight.  "Oh goodie, you're already down there then, that'll make this a heck of a lot easier…" Susan said, she started to waddle over and as always Jacqueline wasn't ready to pull off her shoes however this time Susan didn't seem to want her help, that much at least. A dirty black work shoe smacked into her face, forcing it to look up allowing her to briefly see Susans amused smile before that same shoe stomped down sideways, immediately moving all around with Jacquelines scrunched-up face quickly receiving several grayish dirt streaks.  "Now don't you move, sweetheart, just stay right down there." Susan commanded rather nicely which only made it more embarrassing for Jacqueline as she just laid there, holding in her pained whimpers while having her face rearranged and smeared from the older woman's rapidly moving shoe. "I know you've had such a horrible, hard day so…" The heel grinded hard into Jacquelines nose, forcing her to squirm.  "I'll help ya out just a tad." She said, stomping her shoe heel onto one side of the nose then violently yanking her foot back, it jerked Jacquelines whole head but the shoe slipped off and as her face turned back up she nearly whined upon seeing the foot wore no sock. Susan then spoke, quite merrily. "See? Wasn't that easy, and quick too! Now just give my sole a nice little kiss then we'll move to the next." "O-okay…" Jacqueline groaned with narrow eyes, slightly annoyed as usual by Susans general upbeat, cheery demeanor.  She reluctantly raised her head and pushed her lips into the woman's sole. The only nice thing about Susan was that her feet didn't really sweat, but the dry crusty skin of the fifty year old was far from pleasant feeling so Jacquelines kiss lasted only a moment, only to restart as Susans very large, very thick, very meaty dropped down, smacking her head into the floor and burying the lower half of Jacquelines face, whom held then held breathe as Susan let out a quick little chuckle.  "Oh come on Jacqueline, that was such a sad kiss, you can do better than that!" Susan said encouragingly and as the slave shot her a glare she just gave her cheek a quick slap then hovered her foot so close Jacqueline could feel the vile dry air radiating off. "Now I want to see a proper smooch, filled with love a-"  Face growing a bit red from not breathing, Jacqueline gave in and thrusted her head up so savagely that Susan nearly lost her balance as the lips smacked, then squished inwards, into her meaty sole. Jacqueline twist and turned her head a bit, cringing as her mouth rubbed around but she endured, eager to not sniff any foul stenches as long as possible as Susans feet undoubtedly reeked the worst. That kiss lasted about five seconds before her head was pushed back to the ground. "Much better!"  The barefoot was replaced by the other foot and its shoe which also harassed Jacquelines face for a brief moment, only to heel slam into her nose just like the last one. Luckily that shoe slipped right off, though the large foot inside then stepped onto Jacquelines chest and squeezed a pained yelp from his as Susan used the slave as if she were apart of the floor for a single step before walking off towards the door leading to the maintenance hall that ran behind every store, cheerfully and kindly calling back over her shoulder.  "Hurry up girl, you can't just be lazy on the ground all day! I've got a smoke break to catch, and you, you've got some ashes to catch!"  To which Jacqueline responded with a groan, before remaining on the floor, specifically to crawl after Susan and her wide feet that hammered into the dirty concrete floor with every step.  A minute or two later, near the end of that dimly lit, filthy hallway…  (there's a part 4,go read it(now))

José found a Genie lamp in a Hookah bar, and he was amazed that a genie actually came out of the lamp. Concerned that these creatures were tricksters, he tried to make his three wishes full proof. If there is such a thing. He wished for a genius level IQ he could use in everyday life, to enough financial freedom where he didn't have to worry about money, and to be the best at his job. When the transformation occurred that is when José knew that he screwed up. My skin became softer and hairless. Two nice perky tits formed themselves on his chest while his rear became more ample. The lacy bra seemed like it was too small for his body. Unless it was supposed to be a push up bra. José hadn’t been in a relationship for 4 years, so he can’t recall the difference. There was no time to inspect his breasts when he felt a twinge in his “sacks” and “stick”. The sheer lacy panties went from barely covering her throbbing manhood to covered this “moist” void between the legs. Look it was only

My boyfriend was about to come over and I looked myself up and down. I was a true goddess, my face was just a much better version, skin complexion was incredible. But my breasts the G-Cups hung like golden weights on my chest topped with a beautiful nipple each, while my ass looked like it had spent years going through squats and leg exercises, but I wanted to be a man. So when my boyfriend comes I'm going to steal his manhood. I walked out of my room in my room naked, my nipples poking through the air as if they were trying to rip right through it. My long blonde hair flowed down my back and I could feel the breeze from the window brush against my naked body. I grabbed my purse and keys and headed for the door. "Hey babe," I said as he opened the door. "Hey," he replied. I smiled at him and walked into his arms. He kissed me softly and held me close to him. I could feel his erection pressing against my stomach. I broke the kiss and walked over to the couch. I sat down and spread my legs wide open. I watched as he dropped his pants and underwear and stroked his cock slowly. He moved closer to me and I reached out and wrapped my fingers around his shaft. It was so warm and hard. I began to stroke it slowly and he moaned. I leaned forward and took the head into my mouth and sucked gently. I felt his hand on the back of my head and pulled me deeper onto his cock. I heard him groan as I worked my tongue all over his cock. I pulled away and stood up. I turned around and bent over the arm of the couch. I placed my hands on the seat cushion and pushed my ass out. "Fuck me," I whispered. He quickly got behind me and I felt his cock slide deep inside of me. I gasped as he fucked me hard. But something was happening. My breasts weren't quite as jiggly as they were before and small hairs had started sprouted on my chest. Where as my boyfriend his chest had grown a bit softer and his penis had shrunk, as his ass started to take on more of a womanly look. His balls had become smaller too. I was starting to feel very strange. I looked back at him and he looked so different. I couldn't help but laugh. He looked back at me and we both laughed. "What's so funny?" he asked. I told him that I thought I saw some changes happening to him. He looked down and noticed his dick shrinking. "Oh shit," he said. "You're turning into a girl." I laughed again. "No way!" I said. "Well yeah, you're getting a little tittie, your butt is getting bigger, and your balls are getting smaller. You're not even a man anymore." He didn't believe me. "It's true," I said. "I'll prove it." His penis had continued getting smaller, as his breast continued to grow. But it was what was happening to my vagina that he found most interesting. My clitoris had started to push out and I could feel a small sac like testes start to push out my vagina. It was an incredible feeling and my boyfriend could only watch in horror as my new penis continued to grow. I looked down and watched as my clit grew longer and thicker until it looked like a small penis. I knew this wasn't going to stop anytime soon. I felt my vagina tighten and my penis begin to grow. I could see it growing out of my vagina and pushing out of my asshole. I could also see the beginnings of hair growing on my face and neck. My boyfriend looked at me in shock as my penis grew larger than ever. I could feel it throbbing inside of me and I began to cum. I came harder than I had ever cum before and I could feel my body shaking. I fell backwards onto the couch and I felt my penis continue to grow. It felt so good, and I loved every second of it. I watched as my boyfriend's penis shrank and shriveled up completely. He screamed and ran from the room. I could hear him running down the hall. I grabbed a pillow off the couch and covered my eyes. I laid there for a few minutes, enjoying the feelings I was experiencing. I heard him come back into the room. I could hear him breathing heavily. He walked over to the couch and knelt down next to me. He reached out and touched my new penis. It was soft and hot. He held it in his hand and caressed it softly. "What have you done to me?" he asked. "I don't know," I replied. "It feels amazing though. " He took my penis in his mouth and sucked on it gently. It felt so good, and I moaned softly. He sucked harder and harder and I could feel myself getting wetter. I wanted him to fuck me again. But, this time it was me in control. I was looking more like a girl with a penis and he a man with a vagina but that was all about to change. I worked up the strength to flip him onto his back. I pulled my new penis up and entered his tight vagina. An incredible feeling that only accelerated our changes. He moaned loadly as his voice cracked higher. My chest which was swinging was getting smaller and more manly, on the other hand his chest seemed to jiggle more as our rhythm got more in sync. His hair grew out and his arms and legs continued to shrink as I dominated him. His butt got bigger and took on the envy and shape most woman would dream of. He smacked my ass which had become hard and tight like a man's. We continued fucking each other for several minutes when I noticed a change in him. His voice cracked again and I could tell he was getting tired. I slowed down our pace and let him rest. I rolled him over onto his stomach and moved my new penis into position. I pushed forward and entered his asshole. He cried out loudly and I could feel his anus tightening around my new penis. I fucked him harder and harder until I couldn't hold back anymore. I came hard and filled his ass with my seed. I pulled out and lay beside him. We were both exhausted and we fell asleep together. This locked in our changes. I was now such a strong chiseled man, and he was now soft and warm with all the best female qualities. To be continued?

Once upon a time in the small college town of Crestwood, there lived a brilliant and ambitious young woman named Cassidy. Cassidy was a dedicated student, known for her sharp mind and a penchant for scientific innovation. She had always been captivated by the complexities of the human mind and was determined to unravel its secrets. Late one fateful night, as Cassidy toiled away in the dimly lit college lab, she was hunched over her special project. This project was her life's work, a ray gun that could swap a person's personality, traits, and skills. She believed that this invention could unlock new horizons of understanding about the human psyche and potentially aid in therapeutic treatments. The lab was silent except for the faint hum of the equipment and the rhythmic tapping of Cassidy's fingers on her keyboard. Her intense focus was unwavering as she put the finishing touches on her invention. With a sense of triumph, she gazed at the sleek, metallic device. It gleamed with

That night, after both were home, it really hit them what had happened in very different ways. Joan smiled looking up at the ceiling. She could still feel it; all of it, being Abby, having Abby's body, living Abby's life. Abby shivered, she slipped out of bed feeling bile build up quickly in her mouth and she rushed to the bathroom, sweating. She could still feel it, it made her skin crawl. She shuddered in disgust and disbelief. "I can't believe I was actually my Mom?!" Her mind screamed in horror. She thought about having that older, thicker body. The rougher and loose skin. She could close her eyes and still see that as her body. "Please don't ever let that happen again…I don't want to ever even act like her…" Joan dreamt of the weekend while Abby began to have recurring nightmares. Abby became jumpy and irritable every time she was around her Mom. She started to avoid her, subtly at first, coming up with excuses for not seeing her or spending time with her. For a few weeks, it worked but then, it became suspicious. Joan's desires only grew stronger in the absence of contact. She envisioned herself more and more as Abby. Picking out what clothes she would wear that day, what she would do at work; Joan was actually taking a graphic design course on line to try to connect with her daughter's profession. Abby's revulsion only grew stronger. Every day though, thoughts would jump back into her head, frustrating her further. A snowstorm hit and Abby was working from home. A knock at the door surprised her. She gasped, opening it and seeing her Mother standing there. "Since you're trying to avoid me, I decided to make you see me and talk to me by, well, forcing the issue" Abby backed up in shock letting her Mom come in. "Oh no, I haven't been avoiding you, I've, um, just been really busy and…: Joan's put her hand up in a stop gesture. "You're avoiding me young lady" she said succinctly and in a disappointed tone. "Ever since we got back…" she tsked and shook her head "I had hoped and prayed that would make us closer but…I was wrong. What's the matter Abby? Why won't you talk to me?" Joan asked as she took off her coat and boots. Abby was frozen, conflicted on what she should say. Should she lie or tell her Mom the truth? With a sigh, Abby said "Well mom to tell you the truth, I'm freaked the fuck out about our recent little walk in each other's bodies" she caught her Mom's eyes as she turned around in a bit of shock herself. "Oh no Honey" Joan said. Abby took a step backwards and put her hand out "Oh yes. I…I think about it and it grosses me out. How the fuck did I end up in your body and you in mine? That…that's fucking insane! It's not natural…I was you!" The tone of Abby's voice told Joan everything she needed to know and Joan now found herself not only disappointed but also angry and hurt. "Oh. I see" she said curtly, pursing her lips. Abby felt it build up, she couldn't stop it. Suddenly, every grievance and annoyance was coming out of her mouth, recounting every perceived flaw and grudge she had ever held against her Mother. A verbal berating ensued. A full out argument exploded between Mom and daughter as Joan now unloaded on Abby. "You two…" Hearing a new voice made both Abby and Joan jump and scream. Madame Onyx stood in the foyer behind them. "AAAAAHHHH!" Joan yipped. "What the fuck are you doing here?! How the fuck did you get into my fucking house?! Get the fuck out of here you fucking witch!" Abby said. Madame Onyx simply said "No" Abby paused, blinked. "You two…you don't understand what you have just done" she pointed at Abby. "You have unleashed a curse" "Curse?! The only curse was letting you do your weird fucking little magic trick before on me" "You haven't learned a single thing you spoiled little girl" Madame Onyx said looking Abby dead in the eye. "This was no parlor trick. You two are linked in true magic to understand one another. So, since you obviously don't understand, you in your anger have initiated the next step; a step not easily broken…no, now you are truly in for understanding. You will see" Abby furrowed her brow as Madame Onyx looked at both of them, a fire in her eyes as a guttural sound emitted from her closed lips. "Don't you fucking DARE!" Abby started to say. "I have told you, you impudent girl! It. Is. Too. Late. Everything is already in motion and you cannot stop it. You will learn to appreciate and understand your…" "AAAAAHHHH! What the FUCK?! Why the fuck do I need to fucking understand my fucking Mother? We are not the only mother and daughter to disagree and…" "You!" Madame Onyx pointed and Abby stopped. "At the next full moon. And every full moon afterwards…you two will now switch places. Four days every month you two will be the other. Physically, mentally. You will only know afterwards…while you are in the other's body, you will be them so completely that only afterwards will it be apparent what you did" Abby gasped as Joan merely stared at Madame Onyx. "Mark my words. This could go even further if you are not careful. Longer stretches. Lingering effects both physically and mentally" Abby was about to question further, but Madame Onyx vanished. Joan put on her coat and boots "I should go" she said quietly and quickly. Abby was left speechless. Over the next week, Abby fluctuated between denial and dread. Part of her thought the whole thing had never happened. The other part watched the calendar. "The fuck I'm going to be some kind of Weremom!" Joan drove home in a daze. Over the next week though, her anticipation only grew. She could never express her deep desire but this could be her ultimate chance to become Abby. Joan couldn't stop thinking about being Abby, picturing it endlessly, living out her own version of her life from afar. But now…she knew what she had seen and heard and she had also experienced her daughter's stubborn wrath about it. All of which made her think in those lingering words. "Every full moon thereafter. Longer, lingering physical and mental effects" Joan shivered in anticipation.  "Am I actually a Weredaughter?! A WereAbby?!" Joan looked at herself in the mirror, wanting to see Abby's face there instead.  Abby wasn't replying to her. Joan had talked to her husband Dan and had interacted with him instead. Night fell. Abby got her kids to bed and slipped to the basement saying she needed to work. Her heart was now racing but she kept talking to herself, insistent that it wasn't going to happen. "The moon is always out. It's always there. Stupid movie plot point…" she muttered to herself. "I am not turning into my Mother tonight" She paced the floor "I've already done my time as her…what woman has to physically switch places with their stupid fucking Mother as a lesson in understanding?! It's so unfair! I'm a Mother myself…she can't tell me what to do"  Abby was getting agitated and worked up. She stopped in her tracks as she felt her stomach flip and flutter. She froze in abject fear. Her eyes widened "No!" she blurted out feeling her stomach roll. Abby started to shake and shiver. "No…" she mumbled, her hands shook and she closed her eyes and grit her teeth. Slowly she lifted her arms. "AH!" She yelped out seeing that her fingernails were bright pink. "No, this isn't happening…this is Not happening again!"  Abby wanted to scream as loud and as long as she could but she stopped herself. She didn't want her husband and kids to know.  She shoved a towel into her mouth and screamed while biting down on it. Anger, frustration and fear all exploded inside her. "FFFFFFUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKKKKMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Her scream became primal into the towel as she felt her body tingling. Her skin prickled. Internally, everything rolled and tumbled abd trembled. Abby felt her spine stretching out and she heard a crack and a pop. Her hands shook and twitched as her veins rose up more prominently and additional wrinkles etched in. Her fingernails thickened as the polish seemed to rise up. Her skin grew rougher as her fingers expanded. Abby was wearing black shorts and a white tank top. She watched her wrists change as a wave seemed to pass back through her arms. Her forearms lengthened. The skin grew darker and more weathered before more drastic changes hit her upper arms. Going from 34 to 62 was much more obvious in certain areas: Upper arms being one of them. A sudden plumpness hit Abby's arms, stretching out her skin and muscles; both of which responded by going lax.  Abby shuddered feeling her biceps and triceps simply flutter and deflate leaving her with old lady arms. "Shit! Fuck! God Damn It!" Abby growled as her shirt started to grow tighter. Her body was thickening. Her skin was denser in places and yet thinner in others. The skin on her chest was leathery and rough while her back and shoulders bulged out with subcutaneous fat. Abby could feel her back spreading outward. The tank top pulled tight across her back and sides. She could hear the fabric pulling on her shirt which was interrupted by a loud gurgling from her stomach accompanied by a wave of nausea. Abby grimaced, afraid of throwing up, she clenched her teeth and moaned as her stomach muscles tightened.  Her muscles started to loosen at the same time she felt her stomach pushing outward. Abby's jaw now opened and dropped as she looked down in horror seeing her Mom's belly pushing out, forming up in a soft ball underneath the taut white fabric. She felt a breeze as her doughy flesh expanded out and moved the shirt aside to expose itself. "HHHHRRRNNNNNGGGGAAAHHHH!" She exclaimed as sweat broke out all over her body and her chest thrust outward. Abby's shoulders shot back as her chest surged outward and her chest muscles tensed. Tingling broke out over her breasts, her nipples popped up and out. Her areolas spread and grew wider and darker as her nipples grew as well. Abby was panting as her breasts swelled up, growing larger; from her natural 34B to her Mom's 38C. Her shirt again strained as flesh and mass accumulated, filling out her chest with her Mom's larger breasts. Abby hadn't moved, her feet were planted firmly on the floor. She felt her feet begin to move. She felt the carpet moving against her soles, tickling slightly as her feet widened and grew bigger. Her heels slid backwards as her soles thickened and her feet widened. Rougher white skin formed on her heels as veins lifted on the tops of her thicker feet. Her toes popped as they grew wider and larger. Looking down, she saw that same bright pink polish again. It turned her stomach as her toes and toenails shifted and changed shape into her Mom's. Her knees were weak and her legs were numb. Everything from her waist down had all come to life at once. Muscles twitched, skin rumbled about in anticipation as bones and tendons creaked. A sharp cold jab in her lower abdomen caused Abby to moan out and double over. Her fleshy arms pressed feebly against her stomach trying to get to the source. Abby was losing her fertility and vibrancy, her vitality itself was leaving, presumably to her Mother across town, but at that moment, Abby was solely focused on her own body. Her ovaries drained, her uterus fell dormant and a dry itchiness settled in, deep down as her sexual organs changed into those of her own Mother. She shivered at the thought of now possessing the uterus and vagina of her Mom. For the first time in forever, she was glad her parents were divorced. Abby's shorts had been loose. Had been.  She felt the legs tighten and begin to cut into her soft flesh as her thighs grew larger and softer. Her ass was expanding, pushing out and pressing her shorts and panties. Her hips spread in conjunction with the rest of her. Matronly hips and a much larger and fuller rear end made her shorts look like biker shorts. Abby's knees popped and groaned. Her right knee shimmied "Fuck!" Abby proclaimed grabbing at it and feeling the stiff artificial joint that had just replaced her own bone. As she rubbed her aching knee, her calves filled out. Standing up, she let out "oh…oh man" in a weak whispered groan. Abigail turned to the mirror. She still had her own face and hair, but she knew not for very much longer. It was her face atop her Mom's body "Just fucking get it over with" she hissed through gritted teeth. Abby wiped the sweat from her forehead as her hairline shifted. Her hair lightened and began to style itself differently, now in her Mom's style. Her eyebrows thinned and lightened as lines etched into her furrowed forehead. The skin on her neck loosened and her chin weakened. As her jaw slacked, her mouth shrank and her cheeks dropped, giving her a more jowly expression. Her nose shrank and changed shape as her eyelashes thinned. Her brown doe eyes shrank and narrowed and she removed her glasses as her vision changed. Her eyes changed from brown to blue as her lips thinned. More lines and age spots appeared on her tingling skin. Her lips thinned and she used her fingers to lift them up to watch her teeth shrink and shift inside her mouth. Her gums felt like liquid as her teeth and tongue shifted. A tickle ran down her throat and she knew her next words would come out in her Mom's nasal New Jersey accented voice. Abby shook. Her phone vibrated new messages over and over as she took in several deep breaths trying to calm down. Her hands trembled as she attempted to open up her phone. Her eyes were straight, still staring in the mirror as she fiddled with her foreign fingers, swiping and pressing her message icon. "Fuck!" She swore in her Mom's voice upon seeing the messages were from 'Mom'. 'I'm on my way over' was the most recent message but before that, her Mom had sent a series of selfies.  The first was a picture of her hand. A very smooth and delicate hand with light gray nail polish. Abby felt her blood boil seeing her hand coming up as a picture. The next picture was her Mom's smiling face atop her smooth chest, the top curve of her pert, petite breasts were very visible. A picture of her flat stomach with a smooth hand splayed out on it. A picture taken mid face change: Joan is flipping her dark hair, she has big brown eyes, thick dark eyebrows but a small wrinkly mouth that's carrying a wicked smile. The final picture is Abby. Abby, wearing her Mom's clothes, a flannel night shirt and flannel pants. "Oh my God…" Abby braced herself against the wall, putting her hand out to steady her shaky legs. Abby knew the drive was less than 10 minutes. The house was quiet but she didn't want to risk getting seen like this. Her phone went off. "I'm on the street' was the text. Abby crept up the steps as quiet as she could 'side door' she text back. Abby squinted and saw a figure moving light on her feet towards the house. She heard shuffling and scuffing; her Mom's shoes were too big for her feet and she was trying to not lose them as she ran to the door. Buffalo plaid pants snapped in the cold air around her skinny legs. A different patterned red and black flannel top hung loosely on her chest. Her eyes were huge, her smile was wide, her dark hair whipped back as she angled her youthful face into the wind. "Where did you get a pair of my glasses?!" was the first inexplicable question Abby asked. Of all the questions, that was what came out first, seeing her Mom standing there. "Oh! I, uh, had a pair of your spare, old frames around…" she whispered harshly as she tiptoed into the house. Abby was flustered and disoriented seeing her Mom now in the flesh. Her flesh. "So I guess it happened" Joan said trying not to sound too happy about it. "It's real!" "Yeah. No fucking shit it's real!" Abby whispered impatiently and angrily. "Switch me clothes" Joan said already shimmying her hips and slipping her pants off. Abby sighed but did as she was told. It was more of a struggle for her but more of a relief to get the tight clothes off. There was a slight falling sensation as her breasts came free, then as her ass and hips did. Her thighs could breathe. Hastily in the dim light of the kitchen, they swapped clothes. "There's no time to waste and dwell. Drive back to my place. Text me when you get there" Joan said, rushing Abby out. Abby slipped on her Mom's canvas sneakers. They fit her feet perfectly, not a bit too big. "Before Dan or the kids hear us!" She shooed her out. Abby stumbled out but walked briskly down the drive to her Mom's car. Once inside, she slumped down "What the fuck am I going to do?" Joan stood in the kitchen; her heart pounding. "Jesus Christ…I'm Abby. I'm in Abby's body. In Abby's house…" she closed her eyes and tried to compose herself. She went to the sofa and sat down.  She peeked out the window and saw her car was gone. As she sat, her mind began to race. It was the oddest sensation; the inside of her head felt like it was floating. It wasn't a headache, it wasn't even a bit painful but things were obviously starting to change.  Like the changes to her body, changes were now coming to her mind. Vocabulary and wording were starting to alter. Additionally, work skills were coming to her. Little things like passwords and other very personal things were simply there for Joan. Her phone vibrated 'I'm home' she read from 'Mom' Just reading the simple word Mom made a mental picture appear in Joan's mind. A woman in her early 60s. Blondish hair, blue eyes…annoying… Joan pictured herself and associated her daughter's emotions to her. Those emotions stuck. 'Good to hear. How are you doing?' Joan text back. After a wait 'I'm okay. Confused. Tired. I want to lie down. My head is foggy' 'Good idea, get some rest' Joan text back. Joan got up and she crept softly up the stairs. She brushed her teeth and text a few more quick messages to her Mom, ending with 'Night' She looked down at the burnt orange polish on her toes as she wiggled them. She smiled as she climbed into bed, curling up behind Dan. It had been a long time since Joan had shared a bed with a man. She was nervous, a bit tentative to touch him. But, her thoughts were now snowballing, becoming more and more Abby like.  So many memories with this man were coming to her. Just putting her hand on his hip triggered a million more. She closed her eyes and let them all wash over her. Her eyes fluttered as her mind simply raced. Complex changes occurred in her brain. New pathways forged. New skills developed. Old ways were overwritten. Every single relationship changed perspective. Joan slumped forward, falling asleep, overwhelmed by her physical, mental and emotional change. Abby drove to her Mom's condo numb. On autopilot she finds herself in the garage and walking into the condo like a zombie. She fumbled with her phone. Typing with just her index finger now instead of her usual flying thumbs, she let Joan know she was home. Abby slumped on the sofa; knees apart, hands slack at her sides, mouth slightly open. She was simply exhausted, she didn't want to move, probably couldn't have if she tried. Her eyes fluttered, her chest and stomach rose and fell as she breathed in and out. Abby was helpless but to watch the entirety of her Mom's life play out to her.  At first, it was like watching a movie, a third person perspective but not for very long. Soon, it became a first person perspective complete with feelings and emotions, sounds and smells; absolutely immersive. Abby's mind was rewiring itself, rewriting itself as if she really were Joan all along. Every relationship changed perspective to her. Her emotions, thoughts and feelings changed. Her personality changed. Skills left her, replaced by different, varying elements and new pathways. Abby's head drooped as she fell asleep right there on the sofa. She dipped over and lay down, physically and mentally overwhelmed, her older body craving rest. Abby awoke cold in the dark. Confused and puzzled, foggy headed but clearing "Oh Jeez…I fell asleep on my couch!" She realized sitting up. She stood and instinctively flexed her artificial knee like she always did when it hadn't moved in a while. She had to use the bathroom. At her age, Abby always woke up at least once a night. Something felt off to her though as she made her way down the hall "I must have been having a dream" she mumbled to herself in the dark, quiet condo. "This isn't a fucking dream!" Abby heard in her daughter's voice in her head as she sat down in the bathroom. She shook her head "dreaming about Abby" she thought feeling annoyed about her daughter and her attitude. Always that "I'm cooler than you Mom. You don't know, you've never really understood me…I'm so edgy and hip" Abby thought about her daughter "But I love my granddaughters so much I will do anything for them…and I love my daughter too of course. I had my own issues with my parents…they came from the depression and never understood me either…just the cycle of life" Abby crawled into her warm bed and was soon out. Alarms went off…still dark outside but time for the day. Joan turned off her phone alarm and sat up in bed momentarily before swinging her bare legs out. Black shorts and a white tank top on, she padded to the bathroom to start her morning routine. "Oh yes!" Joan heard her Mom's voice inside her head which kind of freaked her out but she wrote it off and brushed her teeth. She showered but something felt just a bit off. She lingered in the shower, she was proud of her body; proud that she had lost all of her baby weight. She felt like dressing a little nicer today than usual. Joan did her hair and makeup, emphasizing her eyebrows and eyes. She pulled out a skirt. Most days she wore pants but today just felt different. A black skirt and black boots along with a navy blue top. She got her daughters up and moving. Dan helped get them moving as well. Dan took their oldest to school on his way to work while Joan took their younger one to preschool. Her Mom would pick her up at noon and have her through the afternoon. Joan went through her very normal routine like it was hers and hers alone. A few stray thoughts about how well her knee felt wandered in…"weird huh" she thought. "Luckily, Dan gets to deal with my Mother" she thought as she went into work. Her husband picked up their daughter on his way home from work. She went up and keyed in the door code, made her way to her desk and signed in. She responded to emails about her ongoing projects, ran her usual morning reports and got to work. Her eyes and hands worked in tandem; Joan was a highly skilled and regarded graphic designer. She crossed her ankles underneath her as she settled into work. Abby's morning was much more leisurely. She was retired, she woke up early anyway but didn't feel any pressure or deadlines. She needed to be at her granddaughter's preschool at 12. Abby got up and adjusted her mismatched pj's with a chuckle. She slipped her feet into a pair of fuzzy slippers and shuffled to the kitchen for coffee. As she turned on the Today Show and settled in with her drink, she just had this odd feeling like something was off. She couldn't put her finger on what it was though, just a nagging feeling way deep down that something was wrong. She put it aside and got on her tablet to check in online.  She kept thinking about her daughter though. Like whatever was off had to do with her.  Abby made her way to the bathroom to get ready. She looked in the mirror at her reflection. She smirked at it. Her messy blonde hair and still puffy face…wrinkles but not too bad for 62 Abby thought until she stopped. "There's that weird feeling again!" Abby looked down at herself really searching for the why behind this odd feeling. Slowly she put out her hands. "No…" Abby shut her eyes and concentrated hard on last night. Her daughter's house…why…her house? Standing perfectly still she could feel her body moving, growing somehow. One word came up in her head "Curse" But then she lost her concentration. It was so close, right at the front of her brain. Instead of torturing herself, Abby stripped down and turned on the shower, standing there naked as it heated up, she ran her hands over her hips and ass, feeling her own flesh and body. Standing under the water, letting the warmth run over her body, Abby lathered up. A tickle rose up in her stomach and it fluttered. She laughed at herself "Where is all this coming from?!"  She dried off and got ready, doing her hair and minimal makeup to smooth out her color. She brushed her teeth and got dressed. A comfy sweater and tan pants, socks and slip on canvas shoes. She ran a few errands and went to pick up her granddaughter from school. She got excited and started waving seeing her come to the door.  Abby found herself talking in a falsetto voice, overemphasizing everything the 3 year old said or did. She heard her daughter's scolding voice in her head, Abby disapproved of her over the top antics but she didn't care, that's what being a grandma was all about; being goofy, being the one who could, no, should spoil the kids. They played and sang and danced and watched kids shows until Dan arrived. Dan gave her a look seeing how wound up the girl was; not that he didn't expect it every time. She liked her son in-law. He was a good guy and ran decent interference between her and her daughter.  After Dan had left, Abby was exhausted. She sat and a random thought popped into her head that made her blush "What if I were married to Dan if I were his age instead of being his Mother in law?" Abby's jaw dropped at her own thoughts but yet, it brought back that feeling from the morning. Joan finished up and went home, tired but knowing that her day was nowhere near done. Dinner and the night routine took over. Spending time with her kids, then her husband and texting with her friends as she relaxed after the kids were in bed. The next two days, a Thursday and Friday both went by routinely. Friday night after the kids were asleep, Joan gave a knowing look to her husband. Dan was more than ready. Joan had dressed up for work the last 3 days. He didn't know why but he had to admit that seeing her in dresses had really turned him on. Joan, for her part, had been aching for an opportunity to be with her husband. She had really just been in the mood. She went down on him immediately, sucking and working him over. She was rewarded with the spot on top of him, easing her pussy down over his massive dick. She gasped, it felt so good having him inside her. They got into rhythm, picking up speed until he came inside her. Seconds later, she came too. It felt so good. They continued making out like kids; their hands and mouths just couldn't get enough. They fell asleep in each other's arms. Abby had gone through her week balancing her babysitting with her volunteer work and her social schedule with her friends.  That feeling never quite went away. She kept hearing Abby's sarcasm bubble up inside her, especially during her dinner with her friend Patty. Abby hated Patty, she thought she was super annoying. Abby had a great dinner with her yet throughout, she kept sensing what Abby would say, some snarky, smart ass response. Also, for reasons unknown to her, she had been really worked up and easily aroused the last few days. On Thursday morning, she had taken a bath and took care of herself. Her vision blurred due to the intensity of her orgasm as she lay in the bath, her pink toes pressed down hard against the far side of the tub. On Friday night after dinner, she took a second bath. "Dang…you'd think you were half your age with all these feelings" she teased herself, drying off on wobbly, weak legs. Saturday was busy for everyone for different reasons. Joan and Dan went to bed around 9, both tired. Joan was drifting off when suddenly, her eyes popped wide open "Oh Shit!" Abby was on her sofa, curled up with a good book. She was tired but wanted to finish up the next chapter. She had just closed it and glanced up at the clock 9:27. She shivered from head to toe "Oh Shit!" Joan slipped out of bed softly, yet urgently. She tiptoed out the door and down the hall, bouncing through the kitchen to the stairs to the basement. Once downstairs, she whipped out her phone and even though her hands were trembling, she pulled up her Mom's contact and text 'Holy Shit! We switched bodies like the curse said…now it's time to switch back!' Abby stood up, her stomach flipped and she felt numb. Her phone went off 'Abby'. She read it and it all came back to her, crashing down, everything. "Oh God. Ohmygod!" She said in her nasal New Jersey accented voice. The embarrassment. The mortifying acknowledgment of how she had been, who she had been for the last 4 days. How natural she had felt.  'Oh jeez…once I switch back, I'll drive over' Abby managed to text back thinking about Tuesday night now clearly. Joan read the text. She had taken off her clothes. She took several deep breaths as she felt her body begin to revert back. Abby stood frozen in place in the middle of the room. Her face was beet red. Even if only she knew…she knew. She knew what she had done, how she had acted "This is definitely a fucking curse!" She yelled at the sky. The tingling started up followed by the trembling and twitching "At least I'm changing back" she muttered in her Mom's voice "But apparently this is going to keep happening to us…next full moon. I'm back to this!" She looked down at herself in this body. She felt her lips go numb first. The last thing to change was now the first as her lip parted and she felt her teeth shift in her gums. Her tongue pressed against the backs of her teeth, feeling them widen and grow, straighten and strengthen. Abby's lips pushed out, smoothing out the wrinkles at the corners of her mouth. She had kept a pair of her glasses in the drawer of the side table. She stepped that way and her feet slipped out of her slippers. She stumbled and caught herself, feeling a jolt in her artificial right knee. She muttered and mumbled reaching for the drawer. Her nose was changing, her cheeks were lifting and firming up. Her ears were shrinking, her chin and jawline reshaped. Abby could feel her face shifting and moving as it changed back into her own. She held onto the frames as her forehead spread and smoothed. Her eyebrows itched as they filled out. Abby's eyes watered. She felt the skin puffing up, filling back out as her eyes grew larger. She blinked incessantly as her own eyes returned. Her vision blurred as they turned from blue to her natural brown and she slid her glasses on. As her eyes adjusted, her hair began to change. It grew darker and restyled to a style suitable to a woman in her mid 30s as opposed to her 60s. As it grew out, the skin on her neck pulled taut. Abby was deflating; slimming down as muscle returned and fat disappeared. "Oh thank God!" She sighed seeing her stomach shrinking. She could feel her ass lifting up and hips pulling inward. Her panties and pants loosened as now her thighs joined in and trimmed. Abby jerked as her back tightened and pulled in tightly. She grimaced slightly as she shrank an inch in height but the excess fat on her upper back and sides sucked in as well making it worth it. Smooth skin glistened as muscle tone rejuvenated. Abby felt better; stronger, more energetic. She hadn't realized how tired she was getting, the little aches and pains associated with her Mom's body and age had felt natural to her. Now that they were lessening, she realized how many there were. Getting her own ass back felt great. She shivered at the thought of the fatter one she had hauled around. Her hips slimmed, her thighs and calves trimmed back up into shape as her stomach continued changing shape, getting smaller and flatter. Abby jerked and spasmed as her shoulders yanked backwards and she thrust out her chest. She grit her teeth as an intense wave of heat rippled through her chest.  Abby strained to see her chest. The skin pulled taut and the color stabilized as her breasts shrank down but also perked up. Her nipples shrank and sent a spine tingling sensation that made her mouth water and her toes curl. She was heating up internally. She took in a very deep breath as her lower abdomen throbbed. Warmth radiated outward as her vitality and fertility returned to her.  Like a furnace kicking on, her uterus revitalized, her ovaries filled up, her DNA returned to her own as her sexual organs shifted and reverted back to her own. She shuddered and shivered as her clit popped. Abby's flabby upper arms trimmed back up, pleasing her more than it should. Old lady arms really bothered her. The bright pink polish on her fingers and toes swirled into a kaleidoscope before her fingernails turned light gray and her toenails became burnt orange. She splayed her fingers out as the backs of her hands smoothed out and plumped up. The wrinkles lessened, most vanished just leaving the normal ones at her knuckles as her fingers slimmed and became her own again.  Abby looked down and lifted her toes as her feet slid against the carpet as they shrank down and narrowed. Her soles thinned, her heels healed, her toes straightened, her nails trimmed and thinned, all reshaping into her own familiar feet. She shifted her weight and her lounge pants drooped and the bottoms pooled over the tops of her feet. Quickly, she bunched up the left side of her pants in her fist and grabbed her Mom's phone, purse and keys. She slipped her feet into a pair of now roomy canvas sneakers and headed to the car. Abby drove across town No stupid selfies came through as she drove and parked on the street. 'Side door' she text her own phone. She was already out of the car and walking briskly up to the house. She stood at the door and saw her Mom's silhouette on the other side unlocking and letting her in. They eyed each other momentarily before Abby came in and shivered. Joan was in her robe, holding it closed at her chest. Joan started smirking, she was barely holding in a gale of laughter. The smirk became a smile as Abby shuffled past her. Abby looked around and in an angry tone through clenched teeth whispered loudly "Basement! Now!" She slipped out of her Mom's shoes, hiked up her Mom's loose lounge pants and went down the stairs. She was waiting by Dan's Bowflex machine as Joan leisurely made her way down.  The robe was a bit small on her, but it did its job. "OK. You proved whatever point you wanted I suppose. What the Hell are we going to do about this?!" "I have absolutely no idea" Joan replied passively.  Abby glared at her Mom, her eyes wide. "What?! What do you want me to say? I didn't do this! I am just as much a victim of this curse as you are. I didn't ask for this" "It's so weird! I can't just keep turning into you every full moon! No! I think we need to go and find that stupid bitch and make her undo this! That's what I think" Joan shrugged. "If you think it will work" "I have to try" Abby said. "We have to try if you're such a victim" "You are so full of yourself" Joan thought but she simply crossed her arms and blinked and said "Settle down. It's over now" That only made Abby mad again ""But it's not over! Don't you see? In like 3 and a half weeks, I'll turn back into you again!" Joan just sighed. "Didn't you think it was a bit strange? Did you…did you, God I don't know how to say this…did you, um, really think you were me the whole time?" She was blushing. Joan leaned forward interested but she didn't answer right away. Abby huffed "These days. I didn't think or act like myself. I thought of myself as my daughter…I acted like you. I thought like you would or, like you do. I was totally you" "Oh…I get what you're saying. Yes. To put it that way…yes, I absolutely thought I was you.  I mean, I knew your job. I knew all your passwords and things like that. I guess I never did think of myself as myself. I was…well, I was Abigail" "Shit! That's what I was afraid of!" Abby sat down on the workout bench; her knees together, her feet lifted up on the balls. Her feet bounced, she leaned forward. Joan stood by, not sure exactly what to say. Abby stood back up "We both need to think about this, but tomorrow, we're going to go for a little drive towards the lake and Madame Onyx's store" "Okay" Joan replied. Abby started to undress and Joan let the robe open. Abby grabbed a pair of underwear from the laundry along with a tank top. She was quiet as she put them on. Joan dressed in the clothes Abby had worn over. They wordlessly made their way back up and Joan left. Abby stood in her kitchen as confused as ever. Joan drove home in a mess of emotions. Smiling, singing along to the 70s on 7,  reflecting on just what exactly she had done the last 4 days in her daughter's body.  The skills she had, the conversations she had, the clothes she had worn, the sex she had with Dan. She blushed and felt flustered. She drummed her fingers on the steering wheel "But I was Abby" she said to herself. "I wasn't in my own mind…I was in hers" She got home and couldn't sleep. She simply sat and wrote out in longhand her thoughts and memories of the last few days. It was well past 2 before she drifted off into a fitful sleep. Abby sat at her dining room table. Her thumbs flew as she journalled her feelings, thoughts and memories of being her Mother. Thousands of words flowed out of her. She had to express herself somehow. She couldn't tell anyone except her Mom. No one would believe her. Her embarrassment welled up so many times. Acting like her, having her personality, having her voice, having her friends and social life and God, having her body. That she had masterbated in her Mom's body. She had experienced an orgasm as her Mother. She had rubbed her Mom's clit, inserted fingers inside…"But I WAS her. I wasn't myself at all! I was Joan for all intents and purposes! I had her mind! There was nothing me about me at that point" Abby had every possible thought and emotion raging inside her but, justification was coming to her. An acceptance was coming. She was still mortified. She was dreading the next time. She had to reason with Onyx. Abby went to bed and hugged on her husband. She didn't sleep well; she kept replaying the last few days over and over and over. She appreciated her time with her daughters in the morning, but at around 11. She said she had to run an errand with her Mom. No one questioned her. Abby's stomach flipped, pulling into her Mom's driveway and seeing her come out unleashed a flood of emotions.  Joan's smiling face beamed as she walked out to the car. Abby knew what it felt like to walk like that. How the feet felt, the knee, hips…her ass. The swing of the arms, the move of the torso, the swish of the hair tickling her ears. Abby could feel it all now. Joan was anxious. Anxious about seeing her own daughter. There was just something else about it now; something more, something so much deeper.  Her stomach flipped seeing her sitting behind the wheel. She saw her resting face, her hands gripping the wheel and she could just simply out herself in that place so easily, in that body. It had been hers. "Good morning…how ya doing?" Joan asked getting in. Abby rolled her eyes and scoffed "I slept like shit last night" "Me too" Joan admitted. They drove for a bit in silence "Hey…I know this is all so super weird. There is literally nothing we can say to make this not awkward so, we just need to acknowledge that and still talk to each other, continue to be with each other and keep up like always as best we can" Joan said. "Yeah I know" Abby agreed, nodding "it's just…I don't know! Being you! You being me! I'm just having a hard time right now wrapping my head around this" They talked about their initial vacation trip and then some of the details of the most recent days. Neither admitted either of their sexual feelings or adventures. They rounded a bend and saw the McDonald's and the old house across the road. Abby pulled into the gravel lot and got out quickly. Abby went in first. The door slipped out her hand and slammed shut even before Joan got to the door. Joan opened it softly and slipped in. Abby turned and looked at her Mom and by the time she swung back around, she gasped and jumped as Madame Onyx had entered the room. "Well look who decided to show up" she looked directly at Abby "Hello Joan" Abby gave her a half disgusted half fake amused look at the joke. "Yes, haha, thanks to you and that's what we're here about" "Well I seriously doubted you just decided to stop in for tea" "You've made your point" Abby said. "I get it. She gets it. Please stop this" Madame Onyx smirked incredulously "No" she snapped and walked away. Abby's eyes widened and her jaw dropped.  Madame Onyx made her way across the room to a rocking chair. She sat, crossed her scrawny, bony legs and lit a cigarette. She took a long drag off it and blew out smoke "What part of curse don't you get honey?" She stared at Abby. "It doesn't just end after 1 time…" she shook her head "Are you nuts? You don't get out of this that easy and you don't get a say in it. Simple as that" "But that's not…I can't. I can't just keep switching bodies with her" Abby was flustered. "Yes you can and yes you will. You don't get to show up and Karen your way out of this. You don't come in here acting like you'll just speak to the manager!" She burst out laughing at her. "Listen honey; I ain't your Fairy fucking Godmother Cinderella! I'm not your Genie. I'm more like Loki" Abby sucked in her lips nervously. "What? Not going like you planned? You plotted out some movie like speech and you're not getting the chance to say it and now you're figuring out that I'm not going to change my mind, I'm not going to do what you want and you're wasting your time" Abby drew in a deep breath. Madame Onyx continued smoking "Push your luck…see how it goes. If you complain one more time, I will make it go longer. Or I will keep something swapped the whole time between you two" she saw Abby's eyes narrow "Hey! If you're not careful, maybe you'll find yourself swapping with me instead of your Mom" Madame Onyx laughed a gravelly sound even as she kept the cigarette between her lips. Abby shot her Mom a frantic look but Joan was completely flustered. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Although I wouldn't mind looking like you one bit" Madame Onyx rose to her feet. "Now I suggest you drive home, enjoy the next 3 or so weeks, and then, enjoy those 4 days as her" she flicked a thumb at Joan "Because this is your life now and you're going to get used to it" she was chuckling as she left the room. Abby was frozen. She couldn't speak or move. Her trip had been a disaster. She threw her hands up, shook her head and stomped out to her car. Joan took a deep breath and quietly but quickly followed her. They had driven 15 minutes back before Joan said anything. Abby had stared out the front window breathing through her nose, her jaw set. "I know it's frustrating. I know it's awkward. I honestly know that there is absolutely nothing I can say to make it better right now" Joan said. Abby waited a moment "I'm mad. It's like I have no control over my body or mind. At points in time, my body and mind are going to turn into yours. Does that make me you or me in your body? What happens if something happens to one of us while we're switched? What if we don't switch back one time? These are all questions going through my head right now. Oh, and thanks for stepping up and helping out back there. Real talkative you were" Joan blushed "I'm sorry! I felt ambushed and I froze! You two, well mostly her, you were going at it and before I knew it, it was out of control!" Joan sat back and let Abby pout. Her eyes kept pulling her way though. Joan kept stealing glances. Despite trying not to, she was already thinking about being her daughter again in a few weeks time. She didn't want to stare, but out of the corner of her eyes, she looked at Abby's right thigh, hip, side, arm and hand.  She would glimpse up and get the side profile and hair.  The radio played on. Joan was a bit surprised that 70s on 7 was on and Abby was softly singing along to Waterloo by ABBA. She didn't realize that she even knew the words. Over the next three weeks, Abby vasicillated back and forth between dread and acceptance, telling herself that it wasn't actually going to happen to almost asking her Mom for a spare set of her clothes to stash at the house. They talked about it but not in depth. They had checked calendars and were figuring that they would swap on Sunday. They had a wedding to go to though on Saturday. An all in one affair at a Country Club, the service would be immediately followed by the reception.

Max had always been a guy who faced life's challenges head-on. However, when he found himself in a tight spot, desperately in need of a job, he never imagined that his path would lead him to Victoria's Secret. Fate, it seemed, had a quirky sense of humor. One gloomy afternoon, after countless unsuccessful job interviews, Max received an unexpected call. It was Victoria's Secret, offering him a position. Max was stunned; he hadn't expected to be hired at a lingerie store, given his limited knowledge of women's fashion. Nevertheless, he accepted the job with gratitude. Max soon found himself surrounded by lace, satin, and silk. The store was a maze of bras, panties, and fragrances he couldn't even pronounce. His co-workers were all experts in the world of women's intimate apparel, and Max felt like a fish out of water. One day, while Max was trying to fold a lacy bralette without tangling the delicate straps, his co-worker Hannah took pity on him. She was a seasoned employee with a

At 18-years-old I wasn't hopeful of growing much bigger. In fact I was a relatively flat chested woman, with a small butt, but then a fairy came and she looked at me, before granting me the wish to have the body I always wanted. It had been a week since that day and my breasts were already getting larger. They seemed to be getting more sensitive too, which I loved. I couldn't deny it; they felt so good when I touched them.I was lying on my bed, playing with my breasts and thinking about what would happen next. The fairy had said that if I masturbated, my body would get bigger, but how big? Would I grow better boobs or just get bigger nipples? I decided to try out, I reached into my bedside drawer and pulled out my favourite dildo. I slipped it inside me and started to thrust in and out of myself. I closed my eyes and imagined my new breasts being sprayed by this fake cock. I began to moan and soon I was coming all over the dildo. As I opened my eyes, I noticed that my breasts were definitely getting bigger. My nipples were also standing up, pointing towards the ceiling. I got up from my bed and walked to the mirror. My breasts were now almost twice their original size, and they were still growing. I held them in my hands and let out a sigh of relief. I smiled and turned around, hoping my new curves wouldn't be seen by my boyfriend, but he wasn't home yet. I went back to my bedroom and lay down again. I knew I'd need to do this more often. I slowly slid my hand down to my pussy and started to rub it. I let out another sigh as I thought of my boyfriend's face when he saw my new tits. I was getting close to an orgasm when I heard a knock at my door. I quickly put my fingers away and tried to cover myself with a blanket. "Who is it?" I called out. "It's me," I heard my boyfriend reply. He was right outside my door. I panicked. What should I do? Should I tell him about my new boobs? Or should I pretend nothing happened? I chose the second option. "Hey, I'm not feeling well." I told him. "Ok, I'll come back later." He replied. I waited for a few seconds before opening the door. "Are you ok?" He asked. I nodded. "Yeah, I just don't feel good." I lied. He looked at me for a moment and then left. I sat down on my bed and waited for him to leave. Then I took off the blanket and admired my new boobs. They were perfect. I stood up and walked towards my wardrobe. It was then that I realised how much my new boobs actually stood out the rest of my body hadn't quite followed suite and I was disappointed by how petite my butt still looked compared to my new huge Double-D breasts. "I wish my butt would grow," I sighed. I grabbed hold of my new tits and squeezed them. I moaned softly. "I wish my butt would grow," I repeated. I walked back to my bed and lay down, squeezing my new tits. "I wish my butt would grow," I said louder this time. I closed my eyes and imagined my butt becoming bigger and bigger. Soon, I was imagining my butt to be as big as my boobs. I let out a soft moan and I came. I fell asleep with my tits still in my hands.The next morning, I woke up early. I was still in the same position I had been in last night. I wondered why I had woken up so early. I had planned on going to the gym today. I made my way downstairs and grabbed some cereal. I ate it quickly and then went to take a shower. That's when I noticed a stirring down below and my butt started to tingle. I could feel it starting to expand against my touch. I was getting horny at the thought of having the best ass at my university. I finished showering and dried myself off. I went to my wardrobe and grabbed a pair of shorts. I put them on and then went downstairs to make breakfast. My butt was still expanding and I was getting really horny. I couldn't wait to see what my butt would look like after it was fully grown. After breakfast, I went to my room and put on a tight fitting t-shirt. I got into the car and drove to the gym. As I got closer, I realised that my butt was growing even faster than I had expected. It was now as big as my boobs. I parked up and walked inside. I went straight to the gym and did my usual routine. I finished my workout and I decided to go shopping for some clothes for my new butt. I had never bought clothes for my butt before. I walked into a shop and the sales attendant came right over. "My what a juicy peach you have," she said. It wasn't long before she had me pants off in the changerooms eating my freshly shaved pussy. I was so horny already that I came almost instantly. I could feel my body getting even sexier as she was losing some of her best attributes. This was something new my body improving as hers was becoming plain, and it was all linked to our sex. The sales attendant became aware of her body becoming less spectacular but it's like she couldn't stop what she was doing, almost like she was powerless against my ever expanding sex appeal. She was losing control and I was finding new powers attached to my ever changing body as my nipples exploded forward. Growing beyond what I ever thought possible, my boobs were now huge G-Cup Melons. I walked out of the changeroom and saw a group of guys staring at me. I felt embarrassed and turned around and walked out. I walked into another store and the sales attendant came over. The thought crossed my mind of what just happened. I'd taken the sales reps best assets and made them my own, I wondered what would happen if I had sex with my boyfriend, could I steal his dick? My nipples were huge and erect and I knew I'd be able to use them to get anything I wanted. When I arrived back home, I was horny again and I needed to cum. I went to my room and stripped naked. I opened my drawer and found my vibrator. I grabbed it and put it on my clit. I started rubbing it back and forth and then I took it and shoved it deep into my pussy. I started rubbing my clit with it and I felt my orgasm build up. I moaned loudly and my legs shook violently. I screamed as I orgasmed hard and fast. My pussy juices squirted all over the bed sheets. I collapsed onto the bed and I felt my body relax. I sat there for about ten minutes just thinking about how amazing this day was. I fell asleep and dreamt of fucking my boyfriend with a huge cock.I woke up and my body was still tingling. "I wonder," I said to myself. I picked up the phone. "Hey babe want to come over?" "Sure thing babe." I was smiling like the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland. I was getting what I wanted.

I've always wanted to be female. Always felt like my body was wrong and even though I liked women, I also liked girls that had dicks. But, I started searching for idols of goddesses that were rumored to turn biological males into the women they craved and needed to be. The only problem was that I got way more than what I bargained for. I found the idol that turned me into a woman in the United States, of all places. It was in one of those mounds that were made by natives, supposedly. It was in Texas, close enough to the Mexican border. It looked like a fertility idol. I approached the pedestal cautiously as I didn't know how stable the room was. Nor did I know if there were any traps, and if there were if they were viable. Every other temple, pyramid, or mound that I found never gave me any feelings before. But, this one had me nervous as I got closer to the idol. My hands shook as I reached out for it. I could feel a presence coming from it in waves, as if it were pulling me towards it. I felt like I was unable to stop myself. Suddenly, I realized that I was hugging it to my chest. There was this warm sensation spreading throughout my body. "Mmmmm, finally," I heard from behind me. Before I could turn around, I felt arms wrap around me from behind. "I've been waiting for the right person to find me, and here you are. Are you willing to be my advocate and help me regain followers? If so, I promise that you'll become the woman you need to be," this female voice said. My body felt so warm and cozy as she hugged me into her breasts. My body reacted without my consent as my boy part got stiff. "Oh god please. Yes. I'll help you regain what you've lost," I said. Her energy felt so comfortable and relaxing. "Oh joy. Thank you for agreeing to be in my service. Now, turn around and give your goddess a kiss," she told me. I nervously turned around and saw this goddess for the first time. She was absolutely beautiful, stunningly so. She grabbed me swiftly and pulled me to her. The warmth from her invaded my body, enveloping me in this feminine dizziness. She leaned in and my lips parted in anticipation. Her lips pressed against mine, her tongue licking mine in a timid french kiss. I felt her hands slide down and she started squeezing my butt. I whimpered softly, relaxing imto her embrace. That's when I felt this odd bulge/stretch begin in my belly. She let me go and stepped back, "Your dreams will be reality soon, my dear one." My belly rumbled as the bulge/stretch increased a little more. I had an erection at this point, but it didn't feel like the typical male erection that I was accustomed to. The weird feeling of growth inside of my belly was like when you feel your very first orgasm building inside of you. My skin began to soften, my nipples started pushing against my button down shirt, my groin started twitching gently and uncontrollably. It felt like I was getting horny, but very deep inside. I felt like I was being cuddled by a lover. I could feel my testicles being pulled up inside of me. It didn't hurt, but felt quite the opposite. I gasped in the sudden knowledge that I was truly transforming into a woman and I gave myself into it completely. As my testicles moved up passed my pelvis, I noticed that feeling of horniness growing inside me. The goddess spun me around, hugging me from behind. My chest began to gain that same horny sensation as I felt the breast buds under my swelling nipples start growing. She hugged me tighter as I groaned in my increasing frustration of arousal. My entire body was shifting and changing, growing and shrinking and moving. I even felt the shaft of my erection beginning to turn into a vagina. My hips and pelvis were widening as the connection of my once penis began to open inside of me. I grunted at the feeling of my changing sex and pushed my ass out as I squatted ever so little. The goddess cupped my growing breasts, "Oooh, you really do want to be a woman. Mmmmmm, those breasts are developing so easily too." My head began to spin with the growing arousal I was feeling as my transformation continued. My breasts started pushing out into her hands. My new sex developing inside of me. I could feel my body, my skin, every part of me becoming softer, increasing in femininity. When she squeezed my growing breasts, I couldn't help moaning as my nipples became hard. My voice sounded much less masculine and I felt my butt cheeks beginning to grow. "Yes my darling. Feel your body change into the female body you need it to be. Give in completely as you become the woman you really are," she said haughtily. The crease down the center of what had been my nut sack began to separate and open into female labia. I was getting so fucking horny and needy as my body touched or rubbed against my clothing. Assuring me that I really was becoming a woman. My breasts were nearly d cups, my hips were starting to dig in at my waist because of my hips. My changing sex had to be about halfway changed as my mind began to race with the need to be touched. That's when she began kissing me again, holding me to her more gently. I almost squealed into her mouth as my nipples bounced against her breasts for the first time. The kiss was loving and sexual and sensual and hot. I grabbed the back of her head, pulling her to me more. My plumping breasts fully pressing against hers as I kissed her more aggressively. My moans and groans were becoming increasingly feminine. Even though I was slightly fearful of what truly being a real woman was going to be like, I hiked my right leg up onto her hip. My breasts were starting to get heavy and I was loving how good it felt. Growing bigger and heavier and more sensitive as my shirt was becoming tighter across them. They had to be c cups at least by this point. I was so horny that I slid my hand over her sex. What I felt was a big penis getting hard and I was suddenly falling backwards. She stood over me, her penis rising under her dress. My boobs jiggled as I landed on the ground. She looked down at me, a naughty gleam in her eye, "So impatient. Are you really so horny that you just can't wait to experience being a real woman?" I lay there, on my back, exploring my growing breasts, feeling my sexual organs in their final changes. I couldn't stop myself from wanting her inside of me. I was nowhere near able to stand up as my body was shaking. My breasts were growing faster as my transformation was nearing its completion. I was writhing in horny agony as I begged for an orgasm. My tits were getting larger and heavier by the second, now. The buttons of my shirt straining with the increasing size my breasts were accumulating. My shorts were so tight from my ass growing so round and full. My clit was throbbing wildly, along with my big nipples. The goddess straddled my chest, her penis throbbing close to my face. I reached up and wrapped my hands around her shaft, pulling at it like a desperate child hungry for its mother to breastfeed it. "You slutty, desperate little girl. You won't be so little if you do this," she told me. My mind was spiraling as I started shoving it into my mouth. Oh my goddess, it tasted so fucking good. I could barely fit the head all the way into my mouth. My little love button became so uncomfortably hard, along with my nipples, as I tried to suck at her head. "Mmmph," I moaned, as I tried to lick it. I was so wet that I swear it was dribbling down my ass. That's when the goddess began to stuff this enormous meat stick down my throat. Which began to stretch as she pushed with short, gentle feeding into me. "Gluck," was all I managed as her penis pushed into my throat, closing off my ability to breathe. I grabbed her ass, pulling forward, as she started pushing it in deeper and faster. Her penis filled my throat completely. "Since you couldn't wait, I'm going to make sure you take every bit of my orgasm. And as your belly stretches, while I'm pumping you full, you're going to experience your first orgasm as a woman," I was shocked at myself for trying to take this seriously oversized girl dick like this. I could feel it sliding deeper with every motion either of us made. The goddess suddenly rolled us over so that I was on top. I looked into her eyes, realizing what I'd just done. I tried to back off of her rod but it was not even possible. It was stuck in my throat. She suddenly grabbed my head and began feeding her meat stick deeper into me. Feeling it sliding further in, I slid my fingers up into her sphincter. Hearing her moan and feeling her shoving it down my throat considerably more, I began stuffing my fingers in her ass more. I knew it wouldn't be long before I would run out of air, but there was no other option that I could think of. Then, suddenly, she pulled my head forward and my face was resting against her pubic mound. My breasts were barely at a d cup now and I needed her to have an orgasm. I continued stuffing my fingers into her ass, trying to make her orgasm. She arched her back, moaning louder, as my throat tightened around her shaft. She held me there, fully penetrated this way, as I pummeled her rear end forcefully. She pulled at my hair, her shaft sliding out some, making me think I was going to get to breathe. Then, she shoved my head back down. Pressing my face harder into her pelvis. I swear her shaft got bigger and stretched even longer. I could feel it well below my boobs in my esophagus as I continued my assault on her asshole. She looked down at me, groaning in pleasure. A desperate look in her eyes. My chest hitched with the growing need for oxygen and I felt her shaft twitch a little. I seriously couldn't believe this was happening and that I wanted this so much more than I ever thought I would. My new sexual organs began twitching and the muscles convulsed, as it was trying to grip something that wasn't there. I tried again, in vain, to pull back. I was completely stuck on her shaft. That's when I started using my free hand to add to stuffing her even more. Sliding three fingers into her vagina and alternating thrusts. She threw her head back, "Oh you little fucking slut, yes!," she grunted. So I doubled my efforts. She started using my head like a jack off toy. I had no idea that girls actually got turned on by this kind of treatment, but I was suddenly drooling from the wrong "mouth". Her hips bucked hard and she just shoved my head down. I couldn't breathe and my oxygen was almost exhausted. My head was getting fuzzy, I couldn't get loose, and I was about to orgasm as a woman for the very first time. I jammed my fingers inside of her sex and flipped my hand over. I knew what I was doing. I curled my fingers inside of her, grabbing her g spot, and rubbing it like a mad woman. She pushed her hips up, shuddering as she tried not to orgasm. I was furiously jamming my fingers into her as I wiggled them side to side. Causing her legs to start shuddering as her shaft hardened that much more. Holy fuck, it felt like my jaw was about to rip apart. That's when the goddess screamed as she bucked hard. I felt her penis spasming, pumping her climax down my throat. It didn't stop after a couple seconds, like I expected. My stomach tightened as her climax continued. Feeling my stomach getting full and beginning to stretch as her orgasm continued to burst forth into me. My lips suddenly swelled as my stomach stretched more and more. My orgasm started to hit as my stomach was bulging bigger and fuller. Within seconds, my stretching gut began pushing against the ground as I began to lose consciousness. The edges of my sight slowly closing in as I orgasmed as a woman. I was just about to pass out from lack of oxygen when she pulled me off of her, and slid out of my throat. I gasped for air desperately. Feeling my stomach finally stop stretching as I lay on top of it. My orgasm dripping down the bottom side of it as I groaned in relief and in exhausted relaxation. Little did I know what was about to happen to me. My stomach started to gurgle as the goddess looked at me in awe. My knees barely touched the ground as I lay there. My shirt pushed up over it, my shorts pushed under my belly as I groaned uncomfortably. A gurgling burp escaped me as I felt something starting in my body. My breasts began to feel tighter as my stomach rumbled. The goddess smiled broadly as I held my tits. Which suddenly surged a cup size bigger, popping the middle button of my shirt. "Oh shit. My boobs," I moaned. The goddess stood up and had this smirk on her face. I knew that I was definitely in trouble now. The throbbing in my nipples began to resonate through my breasts. I groaned as they grew a bit bigger, the weight of them increasing right along with their size. "You're the first person I've ever changed that was even able to take one of my full orgasms. I mean, look at you. Laying their on your cumflated stomach. Your breasts gaining more size. And damn do those nipples look good enough to suck. I bet you've had fantasies of being turned into a cow. Haven't you, little slut?," she said. The muscles in my butt cheeks began twitching as I looked down at my breasts then to the goddess. "Oh fuck. No. Fuck. No. I... I can't turn into a cow," I moaned. My breasts pushing my shirt further apart as they grew even larger. The buttons flying off in rapid succession.