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Any Bigger?

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Any Bigger?

“I’m sorry, okay?” Andy said from his new body. His girlfriend, who he later found out was a witch, had caught him sneaking a peek at some other girl’s ass at the mall earlier that day.
“She was bending down, how was I supposed to NOT look? You know I’m an ass man!”
His girlfriend smirked. At least the first part of that was true, though the part about being a “man” was less so.
“Alright, fine,” she said calmly. “I’ll give you a nice big ass you can look at all you want.” She cast another spell at him. He pressed himself up against the wall, a warm sensation coursing through his rear.
“Wh-what’s going on?” he said, glancing back over his shoulder.
“I’m giving you what you’ve always wanted: a big ass to stare at 24/7.”
He stared at it as it continued to swell, his hips and thighs growing along with it.
Finally, thinking it had stopped, he (or, she) slapped a hand onto his newly ballooned butt. It wobbled slightly, sending waves through her thighs as well.
“I’ll have the biggest ass in town!” Andy shouted.
“Oh honey, we’re not done yet.” He felt another wave of warmth flow through his already huge ass, the growth starting again, and all he could do was watch… Read more

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.

Does My Belly Look Big?

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“Does this top make my belly look big?” my girlfriend asked me as I woke up one morning. I groaned and rubbed the sleep from my eyes, and without thinking said: “Well, sweetie, you have been gaining some weight lately and-” I didn’t even finish my sentence before she was freaking out at me.
“Some weight? What, do you think there’s somthing wrong with a girl who has a bit of a tummy?! It’s just a little belly! It’s not like I have some big pot belly! Maybe YOU should see how it feels to be called the ‘fat chick’!” Her hands started to glow as I stood up, saying, “Nobody calls you the ‘fat chick’. Heck, this is the first time I’ve heard anybody say that about you! Now just calm down-” Once again I was cut off, but this time it was by the light that left her hands and passed over my body. “What did you do?” I moaned, feeling changes course over my body. I stepped awkwardly towards her, my body beginning to wobble in places it never had before. I looked down and saw two breasts forming on my chest, slowly rising from buds up through several cup sizes. Once they had reached about C-cups I noticed just below them my belly was pudging out. It went from chubby, to thick, to a full-on pot belly before my very eyes. Beyond even that I saw my thighs shaking more and more with every hard step, and I could feel my new ass following suit. I reached down past my belly to where my dick should be, but felt only the folds of my new vagina.
The transformation stopped as I reached my girlfriend, standing cockily over me, as I had lost almost a foot of height. “How do you like it, fatty?”
“I didn’t even call you fat!” I shouted at her. “I just said you had gained a little weight!”
“Okay fine, but now we both have, isn’t that great?!” she squealed, wrapping her arms tightly around me in a big bear hug. I could feel my new bare breasts and belly squish into her body, a sensation that felt alien, yet somehow erotic.
“How’s about I just…” she pulled my pants down and let them drop to my ankles. “There, that’s better. And now…” she dropped her own pants, and her panties followed suit. She pulled her top off, and threw it to the side before removing her bra. Her C-cup breasts spilled out, hanging heavily just over her slightly chubby belly. It was honestly hardly noticeable, but somehow that justified my new tummy. She led me back to the bed, and I trudged after her, feeling my new body jiggle in ways I never would have wanted it to. She laid me down, and started to rub my belly with one hand, while massaging one of my DD-cup tits with the other. “I had intended to curse and leave you,” she said lustily. “But now that I see you like this, I want every inch of your thick body to myself…” Read more

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.

Times Change Part 1

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“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…”

Where I Got Them Part 2

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After only two days in my new body I had already grown sick of it. All the novelty of now having a male body had worn off, and I was ready to try the stone again.
I took it in my hand, and breathed deeply. I was sure it would work, but what if this wish just made everything worse. Though how could that be possible.
“Just please, don’t make…it… any bigger?” I said stupidly to the stone, before saying my wish:
“I wish to have my body back: the one I had before-” I was cut off as pain shot through my whole body. I felt like I was being compressed all over. I let out a yell as it felt like I had just been kicked roughly in the balls. At least, I assumed that’s what it felt like. I pulled off my pants and boxers, and watched as my…man parts shrunk into my body, smaller and smaller, until there was just a smooth surface left. That smoothness quickly faded however, as my slit grew back. The pain was almost unbearable however: it felt as though my groin was being torn in two, and I guess in a way it kind of was. But it was back.
I didn’t have time to think about that though, as I felt a sharp pinching at my waist. I was slimming back down, my curves slowly returning to my body. I looked quickly in the mirror, and noticed the tingling on my face was my features smoothing out again, and my hair was going blonde and growing longer again. My skin burned as it softened, but the sensation quickly faded, leaving me almost entirely female again.
Lastly was what had started all this: my breasts. I moved to remove my t-shirt, but I wasn’t fast enough. My chest burned and itched as I felt massive amounts of pressure building up behind my flat pecs. I watched as my tight shirt slowly started to balloon forward, my tits returning to my chest. The pain was building with every cup size, my shirt squeezing them against my body, until…
RRIIIIPP! My shirt tore right down the middle, and my large breasts burst forth, my nipples growing darker and perkier as the transformation finished itself off. I was a woman again, I thought as I gripped my breasts, just to make sure they were real, and just to touch them as well. I still had some parts of my formerly male mind. After confirming I was indeed back to normal, I threw the stone out my bedroom window and onto my yard, where a large bird scooped it up and carried it off.
“Good riddance,” I said, glad to be rid of the thing.
I looked into my floor-length mirror and stared at my renewed body. I spun, moving my hand up my thigh and taking a good look at my ass. I started to feel kind of warm, and I felt a moistness between my legs. Maybe I had kept more than some parts.
I had wished to have my old body back, but my mind remained that of my male self. My male self that loved big boobs, and couldn’t resist staring at a sexy body like mine. I reached down and started pleasuring myself, hoping to alleviate my horniness, but seeing myself like that only made it worse. Seeing my tits wobble as a moved my hand up and down, in and out, just made me wetter. Slowly I managed to peel my eyes away from my body, and stood up. Even just feeling the movement of my boobs on my chest made me feel slightly turned on.
I was going to regret throwing that stone away.

Where I Got Them Part 8

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“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.

Where I Got Them

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I laid in my bed, having just come in from the pool. I hadn’t bothered to change out of my bikini: it was a hot day and this was more comfortable. I held the stupid “magic” stone in my hand. Some strange old woman had given it to me on the street the other day, claiming it could grant any wish I wanted. I knew there was no such thing as magic, but not wanting to be rude I took it anyway. And now I was laying in my bed with it in my hand.
I held it close to my stomach, just barely able to see it over my breasts. “I wonder if Mom’s boobs were as great as mine before she got the reduction,” I thought aloud in a whisper. I wasn’t sure why my mind had gone there; it’s not as though that was something I thought about often, but now I couldn’t stop thinking. So I made a wish, even though I knew it wouldn’t work. I wished to see Mom before she had gotten her breast reduction.
Suddenly I was outside, in my home town, but 24 years earlier: the year I was born. As amazed as I was that the stone actually worked, I quickly noticed it had left me in just my bikini. I shrugged: it was still a hot summer day, so I guess I won’t look too weird.
Then she walked past me. I could tell by her features that she had to be my mother, and my eyes were quickly drawn to her chest where-
“Holy shit! She’s even bigger than me!” I said, a bit louder than I had intended. She spun around and looked at me, her at least E-cup breasts held proudly on her chest.
“Yes, they are,” she said, looking at my C-cups. “Though if you knew what it was like lugging them around maybe you’d rethink your jealousy. Now why don’t you go put on some clothes: they may not be as big as mine, but the boys will still stare.”
“Oh, um,” I stammered. “My clothes were…stolen, while I was at the pool…” I knew it was a lie, and I wasn’t sure why I told it, but she bought it anyway.
“Yeah, that’s happened to me a few times too,” she sighed in disgust. “Here: I have some things that might fit you back in my car just around the block. I was supposed to be meeting my husband back at home for a date night, but I guess I can be a little late.”
She led me back to her car, the sun going down as she unlocked the door, reached in and handed me the clothes. I put them on, and they fit reasonably well. The shirt was a bit baggy, as I expected, but so were her pants. I hadn’t even noticed her rockin’ hips and bubble butt until now. I definitely hadn’t inherited any of those.
“Oh, I’m definitely late now!” she shouted, looking at her watch. We had taken a slow walk to her car. “Sorry, but I have to run! See you around!” And with that she drove off.
“Sooner than you think,” I said, waving after her.
I went to the local gas station, so I could wait inside for my wish to wear off and send me back to my time. There was only one employee, and he was in the back, so I just sat in a corner by myself, waiting. I started to feel really hot all over. The AC was still on, as far as I could tell, and my clothes were definitely made for summer weather, but I felt like I was burning up. Then I started to feel sick. I ran into the ladies’ room, and bent over the sink. The sickness passed, but when I looked up, things had changed.
My hair was shorter. It had been shoulder length, but now it came barely to my cheek, and my bangs were even shorter. The blonde dye was gone as well, leaving it my natural brown. My features seemed somehow harder as well, and to my horror I thought I saw faint traces of stubble on my cheeks.
“Wh-what’s happening?” I managed through gasps. I stared at my reflection, watching as my shoulders broadened, and my curves began to fade. I pulled off my mother’s stank top, and say that my waist had lost it’s slimness. A little above that more noticeable changes had started to occur as well.
I had left my bikini top on under the top, to act as a bra. but now it’s cups seemed…more empty. I watched as it became more and more useless as my breasts shrank from Cs, to Bs, to As, to…
Nothing. My chest was now completely flat, my nipples had even shrunk down, and were now just small pink spots on my otherwise flat chest.
“Agh!” my deeper voice screamed, my hands moving instinctively to my groin, the source of the pain. I felt so much pressure inside my tight pants, and the pain was becoming unbearable. I managed to undo the zipper, and let my pants drop to the bathroom floor. Beneath my now-exposed bikini bottom, I saw three lumps forming, two on the bottom, one on the top. The bottom two swelled slightly before they seemed to pop out of my groin, but the top one kept growing larger and larger, until it started to peek out from the top of my bottom.
“No-no…” I said as I braced myself against the sink. I ripped my bikini bottom off, and my newly formed penis flopped out. My mouth hung wide in shock before I turned back to the mirror.
Everything about me seemed…mannish. My shorter hair, the stubble on my cheeks, my flat pecs and firm abdomen, and my…my dick. I reached down, about to touch my new appendage, when a bright light surrounded me, and when it had faded I was back in my own time.
My room looked different. The pastel colors had been changed with harsher tones. I opened my closet, and instead of seeing dresses, yoga pants, and tank tops, I saw regular t-shirts and jeans. I opened my underwear drawer, and instead of finding panties I saw a drawer full of boxers. I took a pair and slid them on, wanting to hide my new parts as much as possible before I went to lay down on my bed.
It didn’t take long for me to piece together what had happened. I had distracted my mother for too long, delaying her and my father’s date night, and as a result I had been born, but I had born a different gender.
I guess now I had inherited much less from my mother…

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