Paradise Line
Writer’s Note: No, despite the title, this has NOTHING to do with trains. And yes Roaster, this is for you.
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Where She Got Them Part 3
Martha picked up the stone again without even bothering to get dressed, but this time made a much different wish than the past two. This time she was standing in a bathroom. The bathroom of her house. And she wasn’t alone.
“I was wondering when I’d finally be seeing you,” the other girl said. Martha’s jaw dropped as she turned to come face to face with…
Herself. Well, seeing herself wasn’t the surprise. That’s what she had wished for, after all. No, the surprise was how, well, big her future self was. “Yeah, I know, take a good long look,” future-Martha said. “Better yet,” she grabbed her phone and snapped a picture, striking a pose that showed off her very pregnant belly. “There. It’ll last longer.” She handed the phone to Martha.
“So we did become-” past-Martha started to say.
“Pregnant,” future-Martha finished. “Yeah. We became pregnant with our own baby, all because we thought we had fixed the past. And it all started because we were being pervy on our busty sister.”
“And now we’re the busty ones,” past-Martha said, glancing down at her breasts. Her future self walked over, and took one in each hand. “I miss these,” she said, giving them a squeeze.
“But they’re right there on your own chest!”
“Ha-ha, kind of,” future-Martha said wistfully before she pulled her bra up over her head and let her heavy breasts fall against her belly. They were larger, and her nipples had gotten even larger and darker. It was clear they were engorged with milk. “My boobs haven’t been that perky in a few months. Although, they are much more sensitive now…” Past-Martha reached out to touch them, then remembered what happened the last time she started to get frisky with herself.
Suddenly future-Martha looked up from her breasts, and said, “I almost forgot! You don’t have much more time! You have to use that stone again. Go back into the past, and right our mistakes. If you do, then that picture will change. My belly will shrink back down, and my boobs might even fight into one of my sexy bras again.” Future-Martha chuckled slightly, before past-Martha was sent back to her own time, a new mission set in her head…
Dark Master (11)
“Why did the Master have to make these so BIG? My back is sore! Why is Master’s dick so big? My pussy is sore! Why did I cheat on my wife? Now I’m a whore! Where did the Master go? I want some more!”
big slut on campus – rabbit’s foot keychain
Steffi hated being the biggest slut in the entire school, but she couldn’t help it no matter how hard she fought. The other cheerleaders constantly teased her about her tight, sexy clothes and how she was always dating some new guy, giving her the reputation as the babe every guy wanted to fuck and biggest bimbo slut on campus! She hated they way girls giggled at her and guys stared, she hated how her big, perfect tits were always bouncing in her tiny tops making guys constantly stare,drool and hit on her… she hated it when they looked at her like a sex doll bimbo, knowing exactly what they were thinking… she wanted to tell every guy to leave her the fuck alone! but…
Where She Got Them Part 2
It didn’t take long for Martha to tire of what her brief trip to the past had done to her. After a fun-filled hour, she resolved to use the stone to try to put things back to normal.
“Not that this new body hasn’t been fun,” she said, taking one last glance at her naked breasts before she pulled her top down over them. “But I think I’d prefer things to be the way they were…” She turned the stone over again, and made a similar wish.
Once again she was back in her parents’ bedroom, 26 years ago. She had appeared moments before the last time she had traveled back, and decided to wait in the closet for Marcus to appear.
Martha peered out of the crack in the closet door, waiting for her past self. She found her eyes drifting to her mother’s large breasts shaking with every thrust. Subconsciously she reached up to her own chest. It was pretty clear where she had inherited them from.
Seconds passed, and Marcus appeared, just in front of the closet door. Martha grabbed her past self, and pulled him into the closet with her, closing the door with a click.
A click that momentarily distracted Martha’s father. Once again Carrie had never been born, and Martha’s body remained as it was.
“Who the heck are you?” Marcus whispered.
“I’m-” Martha hesitated. “I’m one of her friends,” she said, gesturing at the closet door. “I guess they kinds forgot I was in here. I’m just waiting for them to fall asleep now.”
“Well, good for you, but I have to get out of here!”
“No!” Martha said, grabbing Marcus’s arm. “I mean, couldn’t you stay a little while?” She pulled at the neck of her shirt, exposing some of her cleavage. As she expected, Marcus couldn’t help but stare.
“I…guess I could stick around for a bit.” Martha pulled him closer, trying to distract her past self (not knowing Carrie was already gone, and that her future was still set), though at the same time she was feeling something. A moistness between her legs.
“Well,” she thought. “I’ll only get one chance to have sex as a girl, right? And everything will be back to normal soon anyway, so what harm could come?”
It only took a few moments for her parents to fall asleep, and then her and Marcus sneaked out, and into one of the rooms on the other side of the house. They shut the door quietly, and then turned to each other.
“I know you haven’t seen anything like these,” Martha said, pulling off her top and exposing her large breasts. Marcus’s eyes grew wide. She beckoned him closer before she laid down on the small sofa to remove her pants, and within seconds she was laying there, completely nude.
Marcus stripped more slowly, and more nervously, but soon he was standing over top of Martha, looking down at her perfect body before inserting himself into her. He started off slow, but before long had gained more speed. His quick thrusts caused Martha’s breasts to quake, and she was instantly reminded of the sight of her mother in the other room. Now she definitely knew where she had gotten them from.
It wasn’t too long before they had finished, and as Marcus turned to pick up his clothes, Martha noticed something strange. She had felt him inside her for several minutes, but now that she looked at him his dick looked so small. Much smaller than she remembered having. And were his nipples always that dark?
Just as she realized what was happening, the stone decided her second jaunt into the past was over, and brought her back to the present. Suddenly her mind was filled with memories. Memories that replaced much of her first trip, but now she remembered the sex.
The sex she had with herself. She threw up a little in her mouth at just the thought. She could still feel everything, and from both sides now. She remembered the transformation into a woman just afterwards, and being sent back to the exact point she had been sent to before. Her life had remained unaffected.
“Well, almost unaffected,” Martha thought as a terrible realization dawned on her. “We didn’t use protection…”
Cold Shower
“Argh, it won’t wash off! My titties just keep growing!” Cried Marcus, the formerly large black man.
“Yes it has, you idiot! Fem-Lotion’s effects are made worse by warm water. You have to wash it off with COLD water!” Said his girlfriend, Leanne.
“I knew there was a reason you’re titties had been getting bigger lately!” Marcus replied.
“Well, I was embarrassed to tell you! Don’t worry, though. I know a place that has great bras.” Leanne said as her now ex-boyfriend’s breasts continued to grow.
Times Change Part 1
“So you’re saying this thing will take us anywhere…in time?” I asked my best friend Andi. I had to admit, it sounded pretty cool, if unbelievable.
“Yes, anywhere,” she said with a smirk. “So where would you like to go?”
“Hmm… How about to before my parents had me?” I said, not sure why that popped into my head. But Andi rolled with it, and together we held onto the device as she put in the date and activated it.
There was a bright flash, then instantly we were standing in our home town…25 years ago.
“Woah,” she said. “I’m gonna go look around, you go have some fun, but don’t mess around with anything!” Without another word she had run off. Something told me I should be more worried about her messing with things.
That thought left my mind quickly however, as I went to my house. It looked almost just like it did now. The paint looked a bit newer, and that hole in the fence wasn’t there, but overall it looked pretty much the same. I sat on a sidewalk bench out front, and waited for my parents.
After several hours my father came home. People always said I looked like him, but I never noticed just how much that was true. It was almost like looking into a mirror. I sat discreetly as he came closer, until finally he passed me and went inside. I never saw my mother come, but about half-an-hour later Andi came back, and a good thing too. I was starting to feel really strange. Kind of warm all over. “Let’s go back now…” I mumbled. Andi agreed and took out the device, pressing the return switch and sending us to the present.
We landed back outside Andi’s car. I bent over, feeling almost like I was going to be sick. Andi came over, and held my hair back from my face.
“That’s odd,” she remarked. “I don’t remember your hair being this long…” I felt my skin grow softer as she said that, and my facial features became more fine. My waist got tighter, and my pants did the same as my hips bulged out. I let out a yelp as I felt a pain in my crotch. It felt like somebody had just kicked my junk up into my body. I reached my hands down there instinctively, but felt…
Nothing. My parts were just completely gone. I didn’t have long to dwell on that however, as a stinging sensation grew in my chest. I pulled off my shirt, and saw my nipples, dark and erect, atop two steadily growing mounds of flesh.
Atop two steadily growing breasts.
The pain was almost unbearable as my new boobs stretched out my skin, growing heavier with every second. Finally they calmed down, though I wish they had been a bit smaller when they had. Heck, they were almost as big as…
Andi’s.
“What did you do?!” I shouted at her, my exposed tits wobbling angrily. My clothes chose that instant to change. My pants had already become a long floral skirt, and out of the corner of my eye I saw my shirt fade into a bra and tank top.
“Well… I may have…kinda…had sex with your father…” she stammered out.
“But why is that affecting me?!” I shouted as I tried to put my bra on. it came much easier than I had expected.
“I’m not sure, but I think we may need to go buy a pregnancy test…”
Where I Got Them Part 2
After only two days in my new body I had already grown sick of it. All the novelty of now having a male body had worn off, and I was ready to try the stone again.
I took it in my hand, and breathed deeply. I was sure it would work, but what if this wish just made everything worse. Though how could that be possible.
“Just please, don’t make…it… any bigger?” I said stupidly to the stone, before saying my wish:
“I wish to have my body back: the one I had before-” I was cut off as pain shot through my whole body. I felt like I was being compressed all over. I let out a yell as it felt like I had just been kicked roughly in the balls. At least, I assumed that’s what it felt like. I pulled off my pants and boxers, and watched as my…man parts shrunk into my body, smaller and smaller, until there was just a smooth surface left. That smoothness quickly faded however, as my slit grew back. The pain was almost unbearable however: it felt as though my groin was being torn in two, and I guess in a way it kind of was. But it was back.
I didn’t have time to think about that though, as I felt a sharp pinching at my waist. I was slimming back down, my curves slowly returning to my body. I looked quickly in the mirror, and noticed the tingling on my face was my features smoothing out again, and my hair was going blonde and growing longer again. My skin burned as it softened, but the sensation quickly faded, leaving me almost entirely female again.
Lastly was what had started all this: my breasts. I moved to remove my t-shirt, but I wasn’t fast enough. My chest burned and itched as I felt massive amounts of pressure building up behind my flat pecs. I watched as my tight shirt slowly started to balloon forward, my tits returning to my chest. The pain was building with every cup size, my shirt squeezing them against my body, until…
RRIIIIPP! My shirt tore right down the middle, and my large breasts burst forth, my nipples growing darker and perkier as the transformation finished itself off. I was a woman again, I thought as I gripped my breasts, just to make sure they were real, and just to touch them as well. I still had some parts of my formerly male mind. After confirming I was indeed back to normal, I threw the stone out my bedroom window and onto my yard, where a large bird scooped it up and carried it off.
“Good riddance,” I said, glad to be rid of the thing.
I looked into my floor-length mirror and stared at my renewed body. I spun, moving my hand up my thigh and taking a good look at my ass. I started to feel kind of warm, and I felt a moistness between my legs. Maybe I had kept more than some parts.
I had wished to have my old body back, but my mind remained that of my male self. My male self that loved big boobs, and couldn’t resist staring at a sexy body like mine. I reached down and started pleasuring myself, hoping to alleviate my horniness, but seeing myself like that only made it worse. Seeing my tits wobble as a moved my hand up and down, in and out, just made me wetter. Slowly I managed to peel my eyes away from my body, and stood up. Even just feeling the movement of my boobs on my chest made me feel slightly turned on.
I was going to regret throwing that stone away.
“Poke-her” Night
“Heh-Heh! The boys’ll get a kick outta these babies!” Don said as he jiggled his colossal new breasts.
“I bet they will. Just remember, looking had better be all that they do, ‘Donna’.” Don’s witch girlfriend, Miranda warned.
“Ah, no worries babe. Like I’d let any of those schlubs cop a feel! Heh, I’m just gonna dazzle ’em with these titties and swindle ’em outta the money.” Don reassured her and then buttoned up her tight top just enough as she walked out the door and headed for the weekly poker night with the boys. Much later, while reading her spell book, Miranda worried what was taking Don so long when she reread the spell that she had cast on her boyfriend. She was horrified to discover that the one transformed by the spell would become hornier and hornier for men the longer they were under the spell. She feared the worst as she already knew that have sex while under the spell would make the transformation permanent! Meanwhile, Don was becoming “Donna” permanently as her poker buddies gangbanged her on the card table. They had now found a new reason to get together every week…
Dark Master (17)
“Look, Mister, um… Master… I-I’m sorry for not letting you in the club a minute ago. I swear I didn’t know who you were! I’m… I’m just a bouncer okay? I was just doin’ my job…”