Check it out. How fucking hot are we? Our long hair and round asses. Wow. I have to be absolutely honest and say this is the best thing ever. I can’t believe I ever lived happily as a man.
“This is your fault?” Jeremy said incredulously to his (now her) girlfriend. “Why did you turn me into some fat chick?!”
What was that drink you gave me?” I asked my girlfriend as I started to feel dizzy, my face flushed as heat flowed through my whole body.
Well, you see, I really like you, personality-wise. But body-wise…well not so much. So that drink is going to fix that,” she said before she winked at me, and I finally blacked out.
“So the rumors are true,” I said to myself, clutching my soaking wet shirt to my newly formed breasts. Everybody around town had heard about the waters in this part of the river. That they had transformative properties. Of course, I didn’t believe them. “But I sure do now,” I said as I looked over my new body, turning to get a good view of my backside.
And what a backside it was! I don’t know how the magical waters decided how my body was going to look, but I had a booty that would’ve had my former body salivating at the thought of seeing it up close like this. And my thighs had filled out perfectly too, giving me massively sexy curves.
Which was great and all, at least I turned out sexy, but that didn’t solve the problem that I was now naked (I have no idea how my swim shorts were able to fall off an ass like mine, but the fact of the matter was they had), with nothing my my shirt, which was now see-through, and my car with my extra clothes was across the street. “Maybe I can wait until nightfall,” I thought aloud. “When it gets dark I can sneak back across the street, and nobody would see me.” It wasn’t a great plan, but it was all I had. So staying in the shade of the trees on the bank, I slid deeper into the water, trying not to make a sound as the cold water sent chills over my nude body.
I definitely believe the rumors now.
“I’m sorry, okay?” Andy said from his new body. His girlfriend, who he later found out was a witch, had caught him sneaking a peek at some other girl’s ass at the mall earlier that day.
“She was bending down, how was I supposed to NOT look? You know I’m an ass man!”
His girlfriend smirked. At least the first part of that was true, though the part about being a “man” was less so.
“Alright, fine,” she said calmly. “I’ll give you a nice big ass you can look at all you want.” She cast another spell at him. He pressed himself up against the wall, a warm sensation coursing through his rear.
“Wh-what’s going on?” he said, glancing back over his shoulder.
“I’m giving you what you’ve always wanted: a big ass to stare at 24/7.”
He stared at it as it continued to swell, his hips and thighs growing along with it.
Finally, thinking it had stopped, he (or, she) slapped a hand onto his newly ballooned butt. It wobbled slightly, sending waves through her thighs as well.
“I’ll have the biggest ass in town!” Andy shouted.
“Oh honey, we’re not done yet.” He felt another wave of warmth flow through his already huge ass, the growth starting again, and all he could do was watch…
It is a definite must have. I never thought of having one but the house I bought already had one installed. It was months before I tried it but once I had, I’d wish I’d given it a go sooner.
Back when I was a man, nothing was better than getting home from a hard day of work, taking off your shoes, your belt, and melting into the couch. Now that I’m forced by my mom to live her life, which means having to work in her office, there are different things I look forward to.
Hey. I caught you. Don’t think I didn’t. I know. Your eyes were probing my hot rear. You couldn’t resist your testosterone fuelled urges. But I’m not upset. In fact, I can’t blame you. I have a hot rear. It’s so girly and nicely shaped. You see I was a man. Before the incident that was.
I was devastated initially. I couldn’t live as a woman but I adjusted and now I’m a strong woman.
I don’t blame you. If I were still a man and I saw a beautiful female such as myself, I’d have to be holding myself back not to touch her. But I gurrantee you it’s better being the woman. I can touch myself whenever I want. And that sexy rear makes a luxurious seat cushion. Oh well, enjoy your view, I now that I enjoy the body.
“Damnit!” I shouted, my new ass bouncing off the wall of the shower. Again. “How do fat bottomed girls do this?!” I turned around angrily, and my booty bonked into the hose of the showerhead, which knocked all my soaps onto the floor.
“‘Fat bottomed girls’?” said a voice. “Isn’t that word what got you into this mess?” I looked up from the mess on my shower floor and saw her standing just on the other side of the glass: the witch who had cursed me. I had commented on her ass yesterday while at the supermarket, and-wait a minute.
“Your ass!” I shouted, pointing at her rear end and backing myself against the wall, stopping short when my own bottom hit the wall. She turned slightly, giving me a better view of her cute, tight little bubble butt.
“I know, isn’t it great?” she said mockingly. “But I had to put that old thick one somewhere, and lucky for you I didn’t take too kindly to some horny guy calling me a “sexy fat assed babe”, so it’s all yours now!” And with a laugh she vanished, leaving me, and my big booty, to finish my shower.
As I washed my newly lengthened hair I thought “She could have at least given me bigger boobs.”
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.