Breast Friends
“Holy shit dude!” my best friend mumbled as he shoved his new feminine face into my massive breasts. “Why do I have to be flat-chested while you get…these!”
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I Don’t Know… – The Shrinkening
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
“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…”
Shouldn’t Have Snuck In On Momma Part 1
It had been twenty years since my girlfriend had unbirthed me, and accidentally turned me into a girl. She had apologized for a while at first, but soon I could tell how excited she was to have a daughter. It was a big moment for her when she took me to buy my first bra, and a bit of a disappointment for me when I didn’t have to buy many more.
My breasts were small. Especially compared to my mother’s. I had clearly not inherited any of her assets, which I was reminded of every time I looked down, as I was doing now, texting my best friend just after waking up. I was even still in my underwear! Which brought to light how great the rest of my body was. I had curves in all the right places everywhere else, I had just missed out in the chest department, and I had learned to live with it. For the most part.
So I got dressed, put my phone into my pocket, and left the house, shouting to my mom that I was going for a walk.
I was walking my usual morning route, my hands in my pockets and my head towards the ground, when I noticed someone just ahead of me. A woman.
“Hello,” I said to her as I got closer. She didn’t seem to have any purpose, just walking, like me. She turned to look at me, and I saw on her chest breasts that would make even my mom jealous!
She must have noticed me staring (and if she didn’t want people to she should really wear a top with a tighter neck), and asked sadly, “Admiring the girls, huh?” I just nodded shyly. “I was-I just wish mine were as great…” I said, not sure why I’d talk about something so personal to a complete stranger.
“Hah, that’s funny,” she said. “Cause I wish mine were more like yours! I guess we all have our curses…”
Breast Friends
“Holy shit dude!” my beast friend mumbled as he shoved his new feminine face into my massive breasts. “Why do I have to be flat chested while you get…these!”
I managed to focus myself through the waves of pleasure enough to reply, “I guess bustiness just runs in my family…” I reached down and grabbed his, now her, head, and held it close to my boobs. I knew this had been a great idea.
Molly’s Extremely Surprising Mornings Part 2
I woke up, my girlfriend still in the bed asleep next to me. Without opening my eyes, I reached over to put my hand on one of her tits and felt…
Nothing.
Oh no, did Andi come in here while we were asleep?! The feeling of my hand on her chest must have woken Dee up, because her eyelids fluttered open and she propped herself up against the headboard.
“Good morning,” she said. I just stared at her chest. I couldn’t even call them boobs any more. Breasts even seemed like too much.
Following my gaze, she made the discovery for herself. Jumping up and grabbing at her mosquito bites, she looked sadly up at me. “What happened?” she said confused. “Where did my boobs go?”
“I don’t know,” I said sadly. My chest was still as flat and manly as it was the night before, so I know I didn’t take them. I threw the covers off myself, ready to get up and go check on Andi when I saw Dee’s eyes go wide. I followed her gaze this time, and was met with a big surprise. A big surprise that told me where the mass of her tits had gone:
My penis. The night before I had been a comfortable six inches, but now I had to be at least sixTEEN!
“You took my tits so you could have a bigger dick?!” my girlfriend shouted at me. I looked at her desperately, and managed to explain everything to her before she got too angry. The magic Andi used to absorb and unbirth me must have affected me as well.
“Do you think I want to be stuck with this thing?” I said gesturing to my new member.
“No, I guess not,” she said with some level of understanding. “But still, it looks like we might be able to have some…fun with it.” She smiled at me, and crawled closer to me…
Molly’s Exciting Mornings Part 3
I sat up in my bed, thinking about the past week. That’s how long it had been since I had accidentally given my sister Andi both my and my other sister, Cindy’s, breasts. I had looked through the spell book several times since then, but just couldn’t find a perfect spell to get my own tits back, without having to steal someone else’s. Andi and I had talked a few times through the past week, and somehow she was loving every moment of having her new huge J-cup tits. From what she said, Cindy had also gotten used to her new no-cup tits.
I looked down at my own chest and saw a similar sight to what my sister did. My nipples were barely even perky, sitting on my completely flat chest. The difference between Cindy’s and my bodies, however, was down below.
I threw the covers off the rest of my body and swung off my bed, landing looking at the mirror on my wall. There it was. While I may have no breasts to show up top, I at least have a nice ass to show down below. I walked away from the mirror, feeling my ass wobble slightly as I did so. My breasts may not shake anymore, but boy did I love the feeling of my ass shaking with the sway of my equally large hips. It was comforting in some strange way.
I knelt down and pulled the spell book out of a box in the bottom of my closet. I think Alexa might be catching on to me having found it, so I had to make sure it stayed hidden. I opened the dusty cover, and paged through it once again. There were plenty of spells for stealing breasts (and other parts) from other people, but nothing about just growing my own.
After reading a long list of different spells I decided I’d have to think on them a bit. Maybe I would have to steal somebody’s breast mass for my own, much as I didn’t want to…
Molly’s Exciting Mornings Part 3
I sat up in my bed, thinking about the past week. That’s how long it had been since I had accidentally given my sister Andi both my and my other sister, Cindy’s, breasts. I had looked through the spell book several times since then, but just couldn’t find a perfect spell to get my own tits back, without having to steal someone else’s. Andi and I had talked a few times through the past week, and somehow she was loving every moment of having her new huge J-cup tits. From what she said, Cindy had also gotten used to her new no-cup tits.
I looked down at my own chest and saw a similar sight to what my sister did. My nipples were barely even perky, sitting on my completely flat chest. The difference between Cindy’s and my bodies, however, was down below.
I threw the covers off the rest of my body and swung off my bed, landing looking at the mirror on my wall. There it was. While I may have no breasts to show up top, I at least have a nice ass to show down below. I walked away from the mirror, feeling my ass wobble slightly as I did so. My breasts may not shake anymore, but boy did I love the feeling of my ass shaking with the sway of my equally large hips. It was comforting in some strange way.
I knelt down and pulled the spell book out of a box in the bottom of my closet. I think Alexa might be catching on to me having found it, so I had to make sure it stayed hidden. I opened the dusty cover, and paged through it once again. There were plenty of spells for stealing breasts (and other parts) from other people, but nothing about just growing my own.
After reading a long list of different spells I decided I’d have to think on them a bit. Maybe I would have to steal somebody’s breast mass for my own, much as I didn’t want to…
Explaining
I tried to explain what had happened to James, “It was Amy! She did this to me!” I said while taking my robe off and revealing my new female body. “Obe hour go, I was a man, and now, I look like a girl!”. “But why?” James asked. “We were having sex, when she placed some kind of star shapped stone on my chest. She then said <I know you cheated on me>, and just left. I tried to follow her, but the pain was unberable. I fell to the floor and passed out. When I woke up, my… my thing was gone. I had long hair, I looked in the mirror, and was surprised to see a girl instead of me.”
Dropped It – The Shrinkening
“I bet you think this is hilarious,” I said to my “wife”, my hand resting on my enormous belly that held our twins. It was a lot easier to see it now: not only had I grown huge over the past month, but as The Shrinkening stole my breasts my view was a lot less obstructed.
“Not really,” he said. “I loved my-your pregnant tits! Those things were massive! Heck, you had to get custom maternity bras made for them. Custom MATERNITY bras! You know, the ones that are designed to hold huge bloated breasts?”
“Yeah, I know. I’ve had to lug them around for the past two-and-a-half months,” I said glaring at him. He was right though: my wife’s former breasts had grown gigantic thanks to the pregnancy. I guess if was from producing milk for two, but I still wouldn’t have guess they’d go from DD-cups all the way up to Ls! (Hence the custom maternity bras, and they weren’t cheap.)
“I kinda liked them too, and I know if I was still in my body I would have been all over your tits being so huge,” I sighed. “But now I barely had B-cups, and they’re getting smaller by the hour. What am I going to feed our babies?”