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Pregnant Now

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“Hey, wake up!” I heard a voice shouting at me from just above. I woke up and slowly remembered staying the night at Jake’s house. I shook my head, opened my eyes, and looking in the direction of the voice.
“Holy shit!” I screamed, backing away out from under my blankets on the floor. “Who are you?” I gorgeous, dark haired woman in pink nightwear was sitting on the edge of Jake’s bed, her hands resting on her heavily pregnant belly.
“It’s me, Jake!” she said, grinning and rubbing her belly. I just stared at the strange woman, dumbfounded. how could she possibly be Jake? “Remember when we were messing with my sister’s ‘magic’ wishing stone. Well…turns out it really was magic. I jokingly wished to be a sexy pregnant lady, and here I am!”
“And you’re happy about this?”
“Yeah. At first when I woke up, it was rough. I was terrified, but now I kinda love my body: big belly, heavy boobs, and all,” she paused, looking coyly at me. I could feel myself getting hard as I watched her rub her sexy belly. I tried to ignore those thoughts, but I found myself infatuated with the woman my best friend had become.
“And don’t you remember your wish?” she asked, walking up to me and putting her hands on my shoulders, her warm belly pressed up against me.
I nodded, “I said ‘if he’s going to be pregnant, than I wish I was the father.’, so that means…”
“You’re a daddy now,” she said softly, grinning crazily. I reached out and put my own hand on her belly, her belly that was holding my child: a child I didn’t even remember conceiving. But what did that matter? I maneuvered my hand down to the edge of her gown, and pulled it up slightly, revealing her lack of underwear. She shrugged her shoulders, and let the straps fall off her arms. I reached up and pulled her gown off her body completely, her body slowly being exposed to my waiting eyes. No wonder I had conceived a child with this woman: she was gorgeous! When I had removed her gown, my hand made its way to one of her breasts. She moaned softly when I rubbed against her nipple, and as I did so she pulled my boxers down and grabbed my dick in one swift motion. She backed against the bed as she slid me inside of her. I may not had remembered making that baby, but I was going to remember this…

Daughter/Mother

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“I can’t believe it worked!” I whispered with glee as I woke up in my mother’s room, and more importantly, in my mother’s body! I wasted no time pulling her nightie up over her large boobs. They were a bit heavier than I expected, but I loved feeling their weight pressing down on me as I laid facing the ceiling. I reached up, and took one of her tits in my hand. They were so sensitive too! I knew being pregnant and making milk changed a woman’s boobs, but I was 19! I haven’t been a baby for a long time, and I’m pretty sure her tits weren’t this sensitive when she was my age!
I didn’t wait long to investigate the other part of her body crucial in bring me into the world. I reached down her panties, and squealed as I slipped inside. Playing with my body felt good, but this felt great!
I hope Mom’s having as much fun as I am!

I Don’t Know… – The Shrinkening

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It turns out my girlfriend was perfectly accepting of my new busty female form. Heck, sometimes I couldn’t pull her away! It turned out that not only was she bisexual, she happened to discover she was breast-obsessed, and her being equally busty meant was was in a tit-filled wonderland.
The Shrinkening changed all that.
It started with her. She lost her D-cup breasts in the span of an afternoon, leaving her totally flat-chested. But she didn’t mind TOO much, since she still had me. Well, she still had me for another day. The next morning I woke up, noticing my night shirt felt roomier than it had the night before. The reason for that was soon made very clear: I had become as flat as my girlfriend.
I was okay with it. Sure, I was upset that I had lost my favorite part of my new body, but I could live with it. My girlfriend, on the other hand, was less fine with our changes. She left me that day, claiming that while she could be with a woman, it would have to be one bustier than me.
From what the news reports said, she was going to be searching for quite a while.

Where I Got Them – The Shrinkening

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“No don’t come in!” I shouted, quickly clutching my towel to my rapidly shrinking bust, as I heard Alyssa (she refused to choose a male name to better suit her “new” features) turning the doorknob to the bathroom.
“But the baby’s hungry!” he whined. “And thanks to you I don’t even have the right parts to feed her.
“Ugh, fine, you can come in,” I said, dropping the towel to reveal my newly flattened chest, my nipples still dark and hard atop it. “But thanks to this whole Shrinkening thing, I don’t either…”

Pregnant Swap

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“Okay, right leg, aand left leg,” I said as I stepped out of the shower. When I had agreed to swap bodies with my pregnant wife I hadn’t really thought about how much I was going to have to get used to. At least for her it was a slow progression, but I became seven months pregnant literally overnight, and that was a month ago! Plus, I had to get used to stuff like having to sit to pee (which this baby makes sure I do often), and these breasts. I know I’m pregnant and this isn’t what they’re like all the time, but I still don’t know how women deal with them all the time. I mean, I love a nice pair of tits as much as the next guy, but now that I’ve been on the other side of them it feels different. All that said though, her body is still a lot of fun, huge belly and all.
Leaving my thoughts, I pick up my towel and wrap it around my rear, beginning to dry off my ass when I hear someone. I turn around and catch my own body, currently inhabited by my wife, of course, peeking around the corner of the bathroom at me. I smile at her, and giggling I drop the towel. “Oops,” I say mischievously, and bend down awkwardly to pick it up. When I stand up she’s right next to me, and she places a hand on my still sopping wet belly.
“You still like this?” she asks. And I smile and nod. I love being in this body, more than she knows.
“I do, and actually,” I start to say. “I was hoping we could stay like this?”
I look up at my husband as he smiles at me, his hand still on my belly as he pulls me into a big kiss.

Shouldn’t Have Snuck In On Momma Part 4

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I walked downstairs, my breasts already straining the bra I was wearing, which had fit almost perfectly a moment ago. If mine were already growing, then hers must be already shrinking. I entered the living room, and saw her panicking on the couch.
“What’s happening?!” she shouted at me, her eyes catching my growing bust, and mine staring at her rapidly shrinking one.
“I’m stealing your tits,” I said matter of factly. “Those huge boobs you’ve been so proud of, the ones I admired when I was your boyfriend, will soon be mine.” Her bra was already useless, I noticed just as mine snapped. I could feel myself getting wet between my legs, but I had to control myself.
But I couldn’t. I came when her chest had shrunk to a large B-cup, and mine were already resting against my thick thighs. Our transfer stopped.
“Huh, lucky you,” I said sadly. “You get to keep some boob. I was going to leave you completely flat, but I guess this is fine. Come on, we’re going upstairs.”
I led her up into her room, were I had a pair of her panties, and one of my old bra sitting on her bed. “Put them on,” I said, and she obeyed. She removed her shirt, and now far too large bra, followed by her pants and the panties she was currently wearing. She slipped into the new underwear, and turned around, a pout on her face.
“Smile,” I said. “Aren’t you happy to see how well your daughter has blossomed?” She gave me a big fake smile, and I smiled back.
“There, now that’s better.”

Shouldn’t Have Snuck In On Momma Part 3

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“What Mom,” I said, my hand on my newly thick hip. “Do you have a problem with me walking around without my pants on? Maybe I should just go naked then…”
“No, no sweetie, it’s fine!” she said frantically. The tables had turned dramatically: now it was her who was jealous of my huge breasts, and she should be.
“Good,” I said before heading into the kitchen to get something to eat. I had been eating a lot lately: the best way to grow my tits to be even more titanic was to gain some weight. Sure, I could have done without it going to my thighs, and stomach, and everywhere else for that matter, but it was worth it for bigger breasts. And I did still look super sexy too.
Although…maybe I don’t need to do it like this. I had almost completely forgotten the stone Hilary had given me. Maybe I could make another wish…
I ran upstairs to my room, and took the stone out from my underwear drawer. I heald it close to my inflated bosom, and made a wish…
I wished to be able to seal my mother’s breasts.

Udders?

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“Okay, I get it: instead of staring when your bikini had a bit of a wardrobe malfunction, I should’ve told you,” I said, hoping my wife would accept the apology. “Being busty is harder than it looks, I get that now. So could you change me back?”
“Why on Earth would I want to do that?” she said, sarcasm in her tone. “I thought you liked boobs?”
“I do! But not when they’re on MY chest! They’re so big and heavy…” my voice trailed off as I prodded my breasts. They felt so tender all of a sudden, and almost…sloshy? “And where did all these veins come from? My jugs were smooth less than an hour ago,” I wondered more to myself than to my wife. “They look almost like-“
“Udders? I know.” I looked up from my breasts as my wife spoke. “U-udders?” I stuttered out, backing against the railing and staring at my chest, my face a mix of confusion and fear.
My wife nodded. “Yes, udders. You know, like a cow? You see, that potion I gave you to turn you into a woman doesn’t come from nowhere! I have to make it. Well, I don’t: my cows do.”
“But I-I’m your husband?!”
“Funny, that’s what my last five husbands said when I did the exact same thing to them,” she paused for a moment to grab a bucket, and a stool. “But what does that matter? I make a fortune off this milk: do you know what people will pay to change someone into a busty woman? Of course, after a while their breasts start to fill up with the milk, usually after a few days, and by then it’s too late. It will be permanent.”
Permanent. This is my new body, forever. I reached up, and hefted one of my new breasts. Then a thought occurred to me:
“What happened to your other husbands?” I asked, afraid of the answer.
“They stopped giving me milk. It doesn’t last forever. After a few years your tits will stop producing milk. They’ll get flat and saggy, just like when a cow’s udder is empty. You basically have two of those on your chest now,” she smirked. “Now get over here and get on all fours, tits over the bucket: it’s milking time.”
I did as she said, my udders dangling over the bucket. She reached over with a cold hand, and started squeezing my breasts. It felt so good. Even though my tits were tender, and I felt a bit of pain, it felt amazing to empty them out.
After about half an hour she patted my nude ass, and stood up, taking the bucket with her. “That’s good for now. I’ll tell you when your next milking is, but until then stay in the house.” I nodded, stood up, and looked at my tits. They were much less full, and definitely sagged lower than before. I knew they would fill back up eventually, but what about in a few years, when I stopped making milk completely? My “wife” would abandon me then, and go looking for another victim…

A Mind of Their Own Returned 4

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“You know, it’s kind of lonely,” we heard Bobbi say.
“What are you talking about? What about your friends, Tori and Carol? They certainly love to play with us, no, me.” It was hard to keep my single consciousness. I was slipping further into my split mind by the day.
“Me?” Bobbi said with sass. “Now which tit said that, this one-” She lifted my right half, and squeezed it. I felt my flesh squishing between her fingers. “Or this one-” She let our right half fall, and grabbed at left side, squeezing that side of us too.
“It was both of us!” we shouted, and she let our left side drop with a slap.
“Good. Remember: you aren’t one anymore. You’re my girls. And speaking of girls, Tori and Carol are great, but you know what would make them even better? Giving them their boobs back, and giving them a mind of their own too. They are my breast friends, after all…” Bobbi said threateningly, tucking us into a bra before putting on the rest of her clothes. I heard the front door slam, and I wobbled slightly in the constricting garment. I knew we were going back to the witch…

A Mind of Their Own Part 3

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“Uuhh…our head,” my voice said, rousing me from sleep. Wait, why would me own voice wake me up? And why did my body feel like it had been split in two? I tried to open my eyes, but everything was dark. I tried to stand up, but couldn’t. I did feel movement however. My whole self shook and quaked, before settling down.
“We did it,” my voice said, though I had said nothing. “Now SHE’S the boobs! That dumb bitch won’t lay on us anymore!”
What? No! I don’t want to be my own tits! I felt a pinch on my nipple. The waves of pleasure shut me up quick.
“Too bad!” my voice boomed down at me. They could hear my thoughts. “WE didn’t like being YOUR boobs! But now you don’t even have boobs. You’re OUR tits now.” They lifted me, and then let me drop, slapping painfully against my-their body.
I wobbled, bumping against myself and shaking more as they walked over to examine themselves in the mirror.
“Wow. We were bangin’!” they shouted, giving me a squeeze. I moaned.
“Hey, shut up down there!” they mocked. “You’re ours now, not the other way around, so from now on you’ll be listening to us, okay?”
“Yes…” I said quietly. They reached up and twisted my nipple.
“What was that?”
“Yes!” I shouted in extreme pain.
“That’s better. Now, why don’t we show her how much bras suck?”

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