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“Reversible”

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. Read more

Upload 7

It’s been a month since my sister increased the curse, so just about two months since I was forced to become this hot bombshell. For the past 30 days all I could wear were these sexy little clubbing dresses, even as I went out to do errands. It felt like I never left the club with all the stares and unwanted attention these breasts brought to me. I tried to be what my sister described as a ‘good girl’ for the last month, and apparently it worked. She downgraded the curse on the clothes, but not completely. I still can’t wear normal t-shirts and such, but at least they aren’t sexy little dresses. However, I still dread the fact that any clothes I have change into something sexy and girly each day. Read more

Shouldn’t Have Snuck In On Momma Part 4

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.”

Spa

“Um… what was in that body lotion you rubbed on me and my brother, again?” Said a confused and very female Franco Scappelli.
“Oh, Mr. Scappelli, don’t worry about a thing. We’re simply giving you and your best man the ancient full Gullabal Spa treatment. The treatment is free for men who are about to get married.” Said the old female spa director.
“Well, how come me and my brother got TITS now? And why the hell is he… ‘she’ so happy about it?” Franco asked as she felt the weight of her new breasts.
“Oh, your new sister is just experiencing the euphoria of the Maiden’s Elixir that you’re both slathered with. Any minute now you will be feeling the same, so I might as well tell you that you will not be getting married to your fiancee. You see, this is an ancient, mystical spa that has been punishing men for thousands of years. Any man exposed to the Maiden’s Elixir that has been unfaithful will be transformed body, mind, and soul into fertile large breasted women. I’m sure your beautiful fiancee will find a new man… but not before men find you two…” The spa director taunted as she left the two sisters and their swelling breasts behind on their massage tables. The curvy new ladies were surprised to see a group of naked, well endowed, chiseled men walk into the room.

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!”

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…”

Shouldn’t Have Snuck In On Momma Part 2

“Unless…” she said, her voice trailing off. “Here, take this stone,” she said, taking from her pocket and handing to me a small rock. I looked at her skeptically. She continued.
“Now, wish for our breasts to be exchanged!” she seemed so excited by this, so I humored her. I made the wish, and contrary to my expectations, something happened.
My chest started feeling really warm and…constricted. As if somebody had just dropped a huge weight on top of me. My t-shirt began to feel tight, and my bra straps were cutting into my shoulders.
“Wha-what’s happening?” I said to the black-haired woman. She didn’t respond, but I heard a snap come from below my shirt. My bra was broken.
I looked down, and saw things I had only dreamed of resting on my chest:
Boobs.
Actual boobs! No…tits! Tits that were stretching my shirt almost to the breaking point. Tits! On my chest! I think they’re even bigger than Mom’s!
I looked up at the strange woman, and saw something very different on her chest: she had become almost completely flat-chested! In fact, her shirt was so low cut, and there was much less inside it now, that I could clearly see both her small hard nipples through the neck hole.
“That was amazing!” I shouted, grabbing at my new fleshy mounds.
“You’re telling me,” she said with relief. “Now I don’t have to carry those things around any more.” She grabbed at her own chest. “They won’t be calling THESE ‘Huge Hilary’s heavy hangers’. I’ll have them all to myself now!”
I had no idea what she was talking about, but I excused myself and ran back home, a feat made much more difficult by my new assets flopping around unrestrained by my now useless bra. I’d have to see if one of Mom’s fit when I got home.
I got home and closed the door behind me, calling out to my mother as I did so. No response. She must not be home. I ran upstairs, shouting a “calm down girls!” (I can actually call them “the girls” now!) to my chest as I did so. I entered her room, and went straight for her underwear drawer. I picked out her biggest maternity bra, and after removing my shirt and ruined bra, I tried hers on.
It didn’t fit. My new titflesh was bursting out the top and sides, and probably a little bit was sneaking out of the bottom. This is the bra she wore when her breasts were at their fullest, and it couldn’t even hold my non-pregnant jugs.
“I can’t wait to show Mom!” I said, squeezing my huge breasts in the large bra. With perfect timing, I heard the door downstairs open. I bounded down the steps, my boobs slightly more restrained now, but they still wobbled all over the place in my hurry.
“Look Mom! I shouted at her. “My tits are even bigger than yours now!” I flexed, and tore the backstrap of the bra, setting my new girls free. My mother just stared with her mouth wide open. I couldn’t wait to explain this one…

“Almost as Big” Epilogue 2

Tori and her mother sat on the edge of her bed, staring into the mirror and comparing their breast sizes.
“Look Mommy!” Tori shouted. “The baby made my boobies even bigger!” And she was right. Her tits had grown at least another cup size since her pregnancy, and by her mother’s strained smile it’s fairly obvious that hadn’t escaped her notice.
“That’s great,” her mother said. “And since the baby was adopted by that nice man and lady, I guess that means that those big titties are all mine!” She leaned over and groped Tori’s right tit, causing her to moan in pleasure. She’s going to be much more popular now…