My girlfriend and I had switched bodies for the first time last weekend a dream come true for both of us. We were both in our early twenties . I was tall, in good shape and reasonably good looking, but my girlfriend was gorgeous, with a body that has actually made straight women blush. We had rented a house built on beach of a beautiful cove in Tahiti, located on a private island so we had complete privacy.
I picked up the bottle and read the label on the side. In fine print, all the way at the bottom, I was able to read the word “reversible”. Good. As much as the idea of growing another boob turned me on, I didn’t want to keep it forever! Maybe just a few fun-filled hours. I put the bottle back on the counter, and picked up my glass of pink liquid. I examined it closely. It looked almost like Pepto Bismal, though it defintitely smelled different. I shrugged, and downed the whole glass, slamming it back to the counter when it was empty. Instantly, intense heat arose in the center of my chest. I staggered into my living room, my vision slightly fuzzy, and sat down hard on the couch.
I felt my bra straps slowly slide over my shoulders, and looked down to see my large D-cup breasts being parted by a much smaller boob, right in the middle. The warmth continued as I felt my bra straps slip over my shoulders, the cups having been spread too far. I pulled my shirt down, exposing more of my chest and giving it more room to expand. My new breast was at least a B-cup by now, maybe a small C.
The heat grew more intense, becoming a burning sensation, almost unbearable, and then…
It stopped. I breathed heavily, and looked down at my heaving chest.
Three, full-sized tits rested on it. I tore off my shirt and undid the rest of my bra, which I had outgrown. My chest had broadened slightly to allow for the extra boob, though it still seemed slightly squished between the other two. I got up, jumping up and down and watched my new breast bobble with the ones I had already had. With glee I skipped over to the kitchen, enjoying the feeling of my three tits slapping against each other as I did so.
I picked up the bottle, to learn how to reverse the effects before I went upstairs to enjoy myself. I smoothed the label over the strangely shaped bottle, and read the word, causing me to drop the bottle, which shattered against the floor.
“Irreversible”. The wrinkle in the label had hidden the full word from me earlier. I stepped carefully around the broken glass and ran upstairs to the bathroom to look at myself in the mirror.
Three boobs. Three large boobs now rested permanently on my chest. I tried to squeeze my new asset in between my originals, but it was no use. There was no getting rid of it, and there was no hiding it. I had three tits. I would have to wear loose sweatshirts if I didn’t want people staring at it, and bras would be a thing of the past. “Maybe a large sports bra would work?” I said, reaching up and rubbing my new boob. All because I couldn’t wait and read the label properly.
I just woke up to find a dick on my boob. But I don’t have boobs and I don’t want a dick anywhere near my face so I must be dreaming. Except that the man with the dick on my boobs was telling me that I shouldn’t have trespassed on his property last night. as he took a picture of me.
I had listened to my friend, Kathryn, when she said we should go see the witch down on Thirtieth Street. “She can grant any wish!” she had said, and she was right, but at the time I didn’t believe in that nonsense.
So when we found the “witch”, we each said our wish. Kath had wished for a boyfriend. I should’ve seen that one coming. I decided to wish for the most ridiculous thing I could think of.
I had always been sort of…chubby. I always thought I was kind of sexy, but being completely flat chested made others think a bit differently. I mean, what kind of chubby girl doesn’t have tits? So that’s what I wished for: bigger breasts.
But I added something else. I thought the whole thing was stupid, so I added one tiny regretful line at the end of my wish: I wished they would grow with a mind of their own.
I just meant I wanted them to grow fast, and they did, what I didn’t expect was for each of my boobs to literally have a mind of their own.
So now I stand in my room, looking into my mirror. Completely naked, except for the thong around my lower area. My nipples were big and dark, a consequence of the transformation. I reached up and squeezed one, and heard in my head:
“Mm… Now give me a pinch…” my right tit moaned.
“Hey, what about me? Give a girl some love!” my left shouted at me.
“Quiet! Or I’ll start sleeping on my stomach again!” I threatened. They shut up after that. At least for a while, I knew they were going to be going at it again soon enough. I’m just glad they’re the only parts of my body I wished could talk, and they do look pretty fantastic.
That’s your husband?!!” Julie said with a squeal, looking at the computer screen as other women gathered around
Did you know you can hear the sound of the ocean by placing a shell on your ear? Well, I tried it but this happened.
“How am I?” Tori’s body shouted at Bobbi and Brit (the name Carol’s boobs had decided to go by). “I’m fucking pregnant! It’s not like it’s a walk in the park being this big!”
“Virginia, calm down,” Tori’s vagina had decided to go by the name Virginia. “You wanted to be pregnant, remember? And it’s not like you’re alone: I got knocked up too.” Bobbi lifted her shirt, revealing her large belly and massively swollen tits.
“I know, and at least I get to push this baby out of Tori in a few months. It’ll be rough on me, but I can’t imagine what it’s going to be like for her,” she slapped her pussy, just to make her point. “Speaking of our former owners, Bobbi, I bet your girls are just loving this.” She walked over, and suckled on one of Bobbi’s tits.
“Shut up!” Bobbi shouted. “You’re mine now, and I’ll let her do whatever she wants to you.”
Virginia dropped the tit, letting it slap against Bobbi’s belly. “Brit, what about you? Look at that belly of yours: it could do with some filling up.”
“No!” she shouted. “We-we don’t want to get full. Then she’ll have to milk us…”
Bobbi sighed. “Brit, only half of your mind is your boobs, so you’d be milking yourself!” Only one of Carol’s tits made the transfer with her mind, so now Carol was her right tit, and Brit was her left. Unfortunately for both, their mind was equally split.
Virginia reached out, and pinched one of Brit’s nipples. She let out a very personal yelp.
“Fine, we’ll let you be for now, but you’ll come around to the idea eventually.”
Three months ago I was a man and now I am my best friends ideal wife. I am a little curvier than I wished I was but it’s what turns Lance on so I accept it as part of my punishment.
I borrowed a large amount of money from him in an attempt to save my business and agreed to become his ideal woman if I failed to repay him and when I couldn’t, I accepted my fate, drank the gender transforming elixir and became a housewife and soon to be mother of his child.
I am becoming much more comfortable with my new body. I love the soft curves of my hips and tits and seeing Lance getting aroused my sexy femininity turns me on. Just a little jiggle and wiggle will have him all up in my business and have me moaning and quivering in ecstasy in no time.
He loves knowing that I’m pregnant and teases me about how big my boobs will get, it’s a little scary but exciting as well.
After just three months I can barely relate to once being male and now I am meeting him at the door wearing his favorite outfit and my nipples are tingling with anticipation
Modern Warfare is not exactly played by the rules. Countries are turning to biological warfare to achieve the upper hand. The newest revolution in this is femgas. They use femgas and spray it over towns or military installations. The gas will only effect men as it changes them into women. Women on the other hand will not notice the slightest of disturbances to the air. A few months ago the enemy sprayed fem gas over a town of over a million people. This caused everyone to be female.
When military bases are struck it causes much havoc. Soldiers can not concentrate on their job when they have pair of breasts on their chest. As you can see this pilot can’t even get her zipper up over her breasts. Imagine, men running into war unable to take their eyes off their hot jiggling breasts the results would be catastrophic.
You sit beside the pool, watching Brandi splash around with some guys who were obviously into her, and with boobies like hers, threatening to burst out of her little bikini top, who could blame them? You look down at your own bikini, but you’re instantly distracted by the huge belly just past it. James had really filled you up, in more ways than one. It had been eight months since then, and Brandi was lucky she had been more interested in tit-fucking: you weren’t sure either of you could handle the both of you being pregnant.
But even as round as you are, that wouldn’t stop you from getting some action. What else is a bimbo good for after all? You were surprised how many guys wanted to suck your milk-filled boobies, and feel your bloated belly pressed up against them. And speaking of…
Brandi had lost half of her top, but one of the guys was clearly more interested in something else. You wag your finger at him, calling him over as you pull down one half of your bikini top. His eyes go wide and he quickly comes over to you. Brandi and the other guy follow suit, and before you know it you’re in their car, giving them directions back to your house.