Jack was so drunk he didn’t even care his ex used a spell to turn him into a busty babe, touting his hooters for the whole bar to see. When he sobers up the next day realizing he still has those melons and is a woman, he won’t be smiling but screaming in the mirror wondering what she was going to do next, with such a huge chest going with her everywhere she goes!
(#alternatereality, part 3)
Ted stared down in horror after he was transformed by Betty Clark with her magic spell. He had called her a slut, and said men were superior even if she weren’t a slut. Suddenly he dropped to his knees still grabbing the football he had in his hands at practice, now much bigger in his tiny hands with long red nails. He felt the long hair flow down as well, as the large hoops on his hears dangled. He had a sexier uniform now too, with his same number 80. Still in shock, Ted didn’t say a word just yet, feeling the heavy sensitive new weights on his chest and the empty plumbing below the football.
You’d be surprised. I know I was. When I was told it was governement regulation to become a girl for six months and it was my turn I was dissapointed but I was also accepting. After all, everyone had to do it.
What surprised me was how it felt. I assumed as well as most that the biggest difference would be having nothing between your legs and in turn having a vagina and sitting to pee. If it wasn’t that I’d presumed the long hair or breasts. But it wasn’t. Not at all.
Women are built differently to men. Well, we all know that. Particually out back though. Men don’t have hips and rears like women. That was what I found to be the biggest difference. I have two huge jelly-like cushions hanging off my rear with a crack to seperate. They’re unreal. My ass bounces, jiggles and wiggles as I walk. Step by step. When I sit it is a couple comforting pillows making me feel great.
To be honest, I’m upset. It’s upsetting that I have to give my ass and the rest of my body away. It’s a shame I have to be me again.
People say the craziest things when drunk sometimes, and Harvey was no exception to that, “If that wishing stone is real, then I wish I was a horny slutty secretary with her skirt hiked up being fucked by the CEO for a promotion through dick-tation.”
Wow, I really slept hard last night!!! And that was the weirdest dream I’ve ever had…I dreamed I was a woman…Ha Ha that’s silly!!! Well, I need to get up and going today…The day isn’t going to wait on me!!!! WTF??? I am a WOMAN!!! What Happened???
Greg and I had found the device while doing some location scouting for our film. As soon as we realized what it did we were overjoyed. Makeup, costumes, actors: the thing would save us a fortune and make the film look far slicker than we could have managed even with that fortune. We briefly considered using it for some porn to help raise funds for other things, but figured that would just be a huge distraction from getting our film done. Besides the economics of it wasn’t right.
I should have read the articles more carefully about the new Brain Wave Receptor/Response technology. It is really getting amazing the things that they can do.
My mom finally left for the weekend. She would be back in time for Mother’s Day, which was perfect! I had found a magic powder that when sprinkled on any piece of clothing, and then worn, the wearer’s body would turn into an exact copy of the one who owns that particular piece of clothing. I’ve always been curious to find out what it was like to be a woman, and this seemed like a perfect time: the spell only lasted until midnight on the second day, which in this case was Mother’s Day.
She probably wasn’t even at the end of the road when I sprinkled the powder onto a pair of her panties. Wasting no time I quickly stripped out of my own boxers, and pulled on the silky black panties, one leg at a time. “I don’t feel any different…” I said out loud, shrugging and walking out of my room. wait, Mom’s panties were way big on me, why was I able to walk without them falling down my legs? I looked down, and saw the underwear was tight against my new curves, held in place by my loadbearing hips and thick ass. Looking down I also noticed my belly had pudged out slightly, but above that something more interesting was occurring:
My nipples had become wide, dark, and erect, and below them two small mounds were pushing them further and further away from my chest. I brushed my new long dark hair out of my eyes to get a better view of my growing breasts. I knew Mom was well endowed, but these were even bigger than I could’ve imagined! Why would my dad ever leave tits like these?! As they started to settle into their full size, I reached my dainty hands up to cup the monsters now resting on my chest. I fondled them for a moment, before allowing them to drop back down to their resting state. They were so huge, they sat on either side of my belly button.
It felt so strange to be calling parts of my mother’s body my own, but they were. These were my tits, my ass, my belly, my hair, my-
I gasped. My vagina! I tore off the panties, and just visible past the valley between my boobs, was my pussy. I squealed a bit, before reaching my slender fingers into my moist slit. A small moan escaped my lips. I slid deeper, and my moans grew larger. So this is what female masturbation is li-IIIke!
I came, squirting all over the hallway floor. I should have found it gross, but I felt so good I couldn’t be bothered to care. This body was fantastic!
Sean was not your typical young man. Yes, he appeared to be just another ordinary young office worker in his twenties, just out of college. But secretly, the young man was someone else. In his heart, he had always been a beautiful woman. He had often thought to himself how different things would have been if he’d just been born a woman, how wonderful life would have been if he hadn’t been born with two X chromosomes instead of that stupid Y, but knew that he could never do anything about it. Sean was too scared of surgery, or of truly expressing who he was to his friends and family. So he maintained this masculine exterior, pretending that he was content with his life as it was, but he wasn’t.
it was late, and Sean had just been through a long and stressful day at work. He had been forced to stay after hours and finish off some work, but that wasn’t the worst of it. Sean’s roommate, Drew, had discovered his secret! Drew had been on Sean’s laptop and discovered all of his captions, his videos, his fiction, everything! He had left Sean a stupid, degrading wall of text messages, and Sean wasn’t sure what to do, so he just stayed in the shelter of his office, not wanting to go home and face his roommate.
Sean was just browsing, bored and with nothing to do but sulk, until he came across that webpage. The title read: “Become a God!” and Sean had clicked it, curious as to what it was talking about. he was never really that religious, but had been interested in the New Age religions that had sprung up over the last decade, and felt that he needed some guidance as to what he should do now that his life was over, at least in terms of his friends and family. The website’s description said:
“Hello and welcome to ‘Become a God!’, the program that allows you to bend the walls of reality to your will. Our software is scattered across the various internets of the multiverse, and we have determined that you are worthy of having your deepest desires be fulfilled. Write whatever you want to happen in the box below, and your reality will be changed to accompany your wishes, new God/Goddess!
Hekate, Reality 630.”
Sean looked at it smugly. No way this was real, he thought to himself smugly, but decided to input a command anyway.
“Drew does not know about my secret.”
And he pressed enter.
Suddenly, his phone buzzed, and he turned it on to see a text from Drew. “Hey, man, wanna catch a movie later?”
“What the fuck…” Sean managed, dumbfounded, seeing that the angry texts that Drew had sent were all gone. “This has to be some kind of joke!” Sean said, staring at the phone with shock. He rushed to it again, and decided to wish for what his heart truly desired.
“I am the beautiful woman who I was always meant to be.”
He pressed enter again.
Everything changed, and in seconds, Sean was a beautiful redhead, built to be a model or a pornstar, with the kind of figure and features that men would go mad over.
“Holy shit!” Sean said, with amazement and a sense of happiness, “Its real! Its really real!”
Sean smiled, looking at his new body and its reflection with his phone. “Guess Sean doesn’t really suit me anymore. Oh well, Sharon sounds nice.”
Sharon grabbed her tits, feeling pleasure, and her hands wandered down towards her pussy.
“Oh yes! Oh God yes!” She moaned, pleasure encompassing her body.
After her first orgasm was complete, Sharon sighed, but knew that it wouldn’t be able to compete with the real thing. Sharon had a couple of ideas for what she wanted to happen next. She hurriedly typed something up on the website.
“Drew is here, giving me a facial.”
Suddenly, a naked Drew was in front of her, cock fully erect, while he was jerking off.
Sharon opened her mouth, and tasted the cum as it flew at her with enjoyment.
“Wha-?” Drew managed, unaware of how he got there in the first place.
“Shhh… you know what happens now, baby…”
Drew would fuck her, but Sharon had a few more ideas as to what would happen to Drew. He had been a dick, and hurt her feelings so much. So, for being such an evil dick, maybe she would have to remove Drew’s dick as well…