Jimmy grinned at his girlfriend through the laptop screen. Well, his sorta girlfriend. Ever since she’d cast that spell things had been kinda….confused. Part of his brain still remembered Kyle. But Kylie was clearly into him— had been since the fourth grade though she hadn’t acted on it. And, well……she was good looking.
At first we just wanted to make the sex life exciting again. After we had found the medallion we swapped whenever we felt like it. And it was fun to experience the other side. That was going on some time and we started to forget who was the real man and who the real woman. After some more time we both started preferring to be the husband. It was just too much of a hassle being the wife. Putting on make-up, female hygiene, and not to forget Aunt Flo’s monthly visit. More and more often we would get into fights about swapping.
“Why are you looking at me like this?” Adam asked. “You idiot! Do you realize what you just did!” Martin yelled in a high piched voice. “Oh so when you’re doing this it’s fine but when it’s my turn then you get angry? You were turning me into a girl for the past two weeks. I had to pretend to be your girlfriend the whole time so you could boast about it at school. You owe me something so now you will be my girlfriend” Adam defended himself.
“But you don’t know how to use it” Martin looked terrified. “Of course i know. You’re a chick now so it worked” Adam didn’t understand what’s the problem. Martin shook his head “Did you precise for how long the spell should work” Martin asked. “No. Should i?” Adam was slowly becoming aware why Martin was so angry. “Well done Potter” Martin said sarcastically. “If you don’t precise how long the spell should work then…” Martin paused for a moment, the words couldn’t leave his mouth. “You become a girl forever?” Adam asked but by looking at Martin’s face he could guess the answer. “Dude i’m sorry i didn’t mean to” Adam apologized but Martin didn’t listen to him. It looks like he would need a new name and some clothes to fit his new body.
“Hi, Daddy, do you like what you see?”
“Okay, I can do this, I can do this,” I said taking inventory of my new anatomy, rubbing my hands through my long blond hair trying to get myself together. Playing a little game on OpenTG captions called the “Swap Party,” I had no clue that A) anything would actually happen or B) the player I had swapped with’s computer crashed almost immediately after I took control. Needless to say, looking around a pretty nice house and finding a mirror, the fact that it was Katherine Heigl was definitely another cherry on top of this day. Looking at a small note beside the now inoperable laptop, it seemed Katherine wanted out of the life of a starlet whose career that seemed to be on the decline and planned it out to where the laptop would crash immediately. And the little fact that I had a huge red carpet appearance to go to in a few hours. Of course, I could always try to play the Swap Party game again, but I chances of me getting my body back where astronomical at best.
It had been another week since Tori had drink the last of the elixir, and the side-effect had taken hold of her as well. She stood in the doorway to the living room, topless, as both she and her mother liked to be. “Hey Mommy!” she said, and her mother turned to look at her.
“I’ve been, like, thinking,” Tori said, walking slowly closer to her mother. “We have the biggest boobies in the club.” She knelt down on her mother’s lap, her tits swaying right in front of her face.
“Like, what do we even need those boys for?”
Her mother smirked, and grabbed one of Tori’s massive, veiny tits. She gave it a squeeze, and Tori let out a moan before reaching across and grabbing one of her mother’s tits. In no time nothing escaped their lips outside of moans, and the occasional “boobies.”
The elixir hadn’t just made them into bimbos. It had turned them into breast-obsessed bimbos.
This is a nightmare.
Yupp, that was me and Jill (I’m on the right).
It had been twenty years since I had accidentally caused my best friend to unbirth me, and ten years since I had burned the spell book. I could have used it to make more transformations to my body: make me exactly how I wanted to look. But I didn’t want to risk things getting any worse. It was gone for good now.
However, the unbirthing spell had had some other side-effects. Our facial features had changed (mine more than hers) so that I looked like I was her daughter. My hair was now dark, and her face had rounded out, while mine became a bit sharper. On top of that I had inherited the bust the first spell had given her. The pregnancy had caused hers to grow past the D-cups it had initially given her, but I had surpassed even her new size. I can’t remember the last time I could call them “breasts”: anything less than “jugs” just seemed inappropriate now, and as you could tell we loved to let our girls breathe.
So there we sat on our blanket, her arm squishing into my tit while some drunk guys asked us to flash them. Jill was still cursed to be a bimbo, so at their request she jumped to her feet, her tits wobbling, barely contained by her bra, as she pulled me to my feet. My heavier, and more exposed, assets wobbling even more fiercely. She looked at me with a big grin on her face, and I nodded. We lifted our tops, our tits flopping out in unison while the guys cheered. Who knows, maybe if they were good they might even get a better look later tonight…
I was pretty excited about going to Rome. I even took some Italian lessons and could speak the language pretty well.
Johnny had been frustrated with his lowly dead-end job at the Nutex Cosmetics Corporation for a long time before a wishing stone had come into his life, courtesy of a distant aunt who’d just passed away. Johnny actually had a lot of good ideas that could take this company to new heights, but the management had dismissed his ideas simply because he was a man, and what could a man possibly know about feminine cosmetics?