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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!” Read more

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…

Look at These!

“Ha!” My mom said to me as we stood in our bras in the living room (since it was just us two women living together, seeing each other with only our bras on wasn’t too unusual). “Look at these! You always loved being bigger than me, well now look who’s number one again!” I knew she had secretly been taking breast enhancement pills, but I really didn’t care. Yes, I had always found it funny that my boobs were so much bigger than my mother’s, but it wasn’t that big of a deal to me. She had hated it though.
I looked down at her new large knockers, her dark nipple showing through her stretched thin bra. “Oh yeah Mom, you really showed me,” I said unenthusiastically. She was going to learn pretty quickly that having breasts that big wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. I know from experience, and I’m at least a cup size or two smaller than her!

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.

Drive

One of the first things I learned about Julie was that she has a hyper-powered libido. While we were dating, it thrilled me. She’s super-hot, and we were having sex all the time in all sorts of places and positions. It was so exciting that I couldn’t help to propose to the woman out of sheer lust-fueled adoration. But now that we are bound by eternal matrimony, I can’t help feeling paranoid about her insatiable need for sex.
I’ve been especially concerned about the office where Julie works. She’s the only woman in a department full of intelligent, strong, handsome, and ambitious men. No straight male could ever resist a woman as hot as my wife. And knowing how much my wife craved sex, how could she resist such an alluring opportunities that surrounded her all day long? Of course, whenever I confronted Julie about it, she would deny any impropriety, instead asking why I was so obsessed with the men in her office. We were still having plenty of sex, so there was no reason I should have been concerned, but I couldn’t help my paranoia. Months of anguished wondering finally drove me to desperate measures.
After a few mishaps in college, I had given up all magical endeavors, but I dusted off my spell book to get to the bottom of my concerns. One simple possession spell, and I was able to experience a day in my wife’s fashionable high heels.
It was a bit weird at first, being in my Julie’s body. I had never possessed a woman before. It was challenging enough to figure out the complexities of a bra or pantyhose, but there was the added challenge of becoming accustomed to new anatomy. Having breasts is so much more complicated and distracting than I ever could have imagined, especially when their as sensitive as Julie’s. I get a little thrill of arousal just adjusting my bra. And arousal is another thing that’s VERY different. Instead of focused pleasure asserting itself in my groin, the warmth that starts between my legs soon spreads, tingling in every nerve of my body. It’s gotten more and more intense all day, and it gets worse every time I catch a whiff of someone’s cologne or hear the rough timber of a man’s deep voice. In my wife’s smaller body, they all seem even more powerful and attractive. I can just imagine how good it would feel to have their strong hand squeezing and caressing this sensitive body. I can feel moisture gushing in my Julie’s pussy just thinking about it. It’s so distracting!
Obviously someone with a sex drive as intense as Julie’s can’t help getting turned on in an office like this. After six hours, even the plainer looking guys seem like they would be fun to play around with. The only trouble is, none of them have approached me all day. There hasn’t been the slightest flirtation or hint of familiarity, not even a subtle hint at any sort of sexual misconduct. It’s so unthinkable that I even started putting myself out there. I loosened the buttons on my blouse (I mean, my wife’s blouse), I dropped things intentionally so that I could bend over and stick my ass in the air as I picked them up, and I even followed guys into the supply closet, squeezing around them so that my juicy tits would press up against their hard bodies.
Still nothing. Maybe Julie has been telling me the truth all this time and she’s really not having an affair with anyone. But with all of my messing around, I’ve gotten her body insanely worked up. I just have to make it a couple more hours until the workday is done and I can go home to break the spell, but I’m so horny that if I stay in this body much longer, I may do something unthinkable. I know I want to be faithful to Julie, but if I am Julie… No, this is crazy. I just can’t think right. Maybe if I play with myself a little, I can take the edge off and clear my head. Oh god it feels good to touch myself. And it’s even hotter to do it with all these men so close. I wonder how many times I can orgasm before 5:00. Or maybe someone will notice and finally offer to drive his cock up my pussy give me a good fucking. Mmmmm yes. That’s just what I need . . .

“Almost as Big” Part 4

“Alright Mom, what did you want-” Tori stopped short as she walked into her mother’s room. “Why are you wearing my bra? And…why are you-“
“Spilling out of it?” she laughed and raised her arms above her head. “I found that leftover elixir you used to turn yourself into a woman, and decided I’d drink some myself. Then, when the swelling in my chest finally stopped, I went to your room, found your biggest bra, and tried to cram my girls into it.” She smiled widely, finally triumphant. Her tits were definitely bigger than her daughter’s now.
“Mom! Women aren’t supposed to drink that! That’s why I didn’t drink what I had leftover!” Tori shouted worriedly.
“Pfft, obviously it’s not. Look at these things!” she lifted her breasts, and let them fall, snapping the bra strap and letting them hang free. “And no side-effects either! I’m fine. Heck, I’m better than fine! I think I’m going to try to squeeze myself into one of my bras now!”
Tori left the room exasperated at her mother’s ignorance. She had no idea how else the elixir might effect her mother, and at this point, she didn’t know if she really cared.