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…

Where I Got Them Part 8

BY admin

“I-I don’t know what that was…” Alyssa said to me through slight gasps. “But I liked it.” She smiled to me, and I gave her a small kiss on the nose. She blushed.
“I..guess we should get…dressed,” I stayed on the couch as she walked over to her clothes. I watched as she picked up her pants, and something fell out of one of the pockets:
The stone! “Where did you get that?” I said, leaping to my feet.
“The rock?” she asked innocently. “I found it in my front yard by this bird’s nest, and I thought it was pretty.” I walked over to the stone, and picked it up. It was fate. Finally, I had a chance to bring back my female mind.
Or…
I could make another wish. I had been having so much fun like this, why would I want it to stop? I could maybe have some fun with it though.
I whispered, so that Alyssa wouldn’t hear, “I wish Alyssa’s body would become a man’s, but her mind will stay the same.” I knew it would get to work instantly.
“Is it getting hot in here?” she said, sweating visibly. I could already see the changes happening in her body. Her facial features were getting rougher, her hair shorter, and I could tell by the look on that face that she was feeling it, just as I had. Thankfully she had left her pants off, so I could watch as her ass flattened, and her thighs went from fatty to muscular. Her curves faded, and she was starting to let out whimpers of pain.
“Wh-what’s happening to me?” she asked as her shoulders broadened. Her nipples had started to shrink, though she hadn’t noticed. Her wide, dark areolas shrank, leaving small, soft nipples in their place.
Then came her tits. Her DD-cups deflated, which was something she had noticed.
“My boobs!” she shouted as they approached C-cups. “What’s happening to them?! Why are they getting smaller?!” They were past B-cups now, and Alyssa was holding onto them desperately, trying in vain to keep them as they shrank below A-cups, and flattened into her new pecs.
“My boobs! They’re…go-aaahhhh!!!!” her sentence faded into a yell as her hands rushed to grip her groin. Quickly she pulled them back away to see what was happening, and I think the sight nearly made her faint.
Right as she had moved her hands her balls dropped to their new home between her legs, her dick growing slowly but surely just above them.
She, now he, looked over at me, but I wasn’t paying attention to his face. I may prefer a banging pair of tits, but the thought of getting that thing inside me, combined with my thoughts of my own body, turned me on.
“Come here, you,” I said, pulling my boyfriend in close. “How’s about you make the only pair of tits left in this room shake?” I reached down, and guided him inside me, knowing in that moment that this wish had been a great idea.