Regrets.
Samuel was going to regret this in the morning after the staff party but at the moment due to his drunken state it seemed like a good idea to photocopy his tits and put a picture of them on everybody’s desk.
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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…
They Aren’t Even Attractive
“Honestly Natalie, how do you find dicks attractive? I have one of my own and I’ll tell ya first, they are nasty.” Jake said with disgust. Him and Natalie have been friends since middle school, so conversations much like this have happened before. But this time things somehow seemed a lot more serious..
Experimenting
They told Harry his research was foolish, that it was a waste of time. But no one ever warned him it was dangerous.
For a scientist, Dr. Harrold Rasmussen had always been a bit of a Romantic. He liked to think that maybe there was some truth to the old stories about spells and magic. After all, if the universe and all reality was composed of vibrating strings, wasn’t it at least possible that the vibrations of sound waves could affect that reality?
The experiment was simple. He would set up a computer program to play random patterns of sound continuously to see what results they triggered. Once everything was set up, the project would run itself.
For three weeks, nothing happened. Then one day, a chair in the room shifted positions slightly on its own. It wasn’t much, but it was proof of principle. As Harry began examining objects in the room to see if any had altered states in more subtle ways, something strange began to happen. The random stream of audio began speaking. The program wasn’t meant to replicate speech, but as the learned scientist reasoned, any truly random system will eventually, given enough time, produce patterns that appear meaningful. Nevertheless, it was uncanny how much these random sounds resembled a female voice, and how lucid its words were:
“You seek a power you have not earned, and so a lesson must be learned. The mind and reason did you chase; now flesh and feeling you’ll embrace.”
Harry was eager to write down such a fascinating random event. But by the time he finally found a pen, it was held by a hand he did not recognize: slender, delicate fingers, long nails, painted and shiny. The changes extended to the rest of his body as he rapidly shrank in height and waist circumference, but swelled in his butt and his brand new feminine breasts. Loose skin became tight and smooth. Rivers of hair poured from his formerly bare scalp as his features shifted and realigned into a more graceful and feminine arrangement. Finally with a soft squelching sound, his penis slithered up inside his body to form a vagina. “Fascinating!” the scientist exclaimed in a rich, alto voice.
None of Dr. Harrold Rasmussen’s fellow scientists ever found out why their former colleague so suddenly abandoned his research, never to be heard from again. How could they have guessed that the man once doing groundbreaking research in theoretical physics was now a voluptuous young woman named Haley. Of course, she was still doing plenty of experimenting on her own – and she was getting lots of very exciting results.
Karen, the Young
(Part 9, #Olivia)
The Last Laugh
Ha! What a sucker. Jim ought to know by now I only bet on sure things. Imagine, betting me I couldn’t spend the entire summer at this expensive luxury resort without spending a penny of my own money. Jim didn’t know I’d found an MAU and he never said I had to spend the summer as myself. I just changed myself into a hot long legged blonde, with suitable wardrobe, then hung out by the pool. The last three months have been one sugar daddy after another and it hasn’t cost me a dime. Tomorrow I’ll use the MAU to change back into myself and Old Jim can pay up. We’ll see who has the last laugh.
Corey, the Irresistible
(Part 17, #Olivia)
The Process
If there is such a thing as justice, I guess I deserve this. After all, it was my own process that did this to me. I was a scientist doing pure research. My ideas were, controversial, to say the least. I believed it was possible to combine technology and magic to change the physical property of matter. I was approached by a man who claimed he was from the government. He asked if my process would work on people and when I said I didn’t see why not, he offered to fund my research. He said he for saw great potential in my process as a healing tool. With the influx of cash and what I thought were volunteers, progress was rapid. After several successful tests, I was asked if the process could change the gender of the individual. This was presented as a way to help trans gendered people. In a matter of months, we could not only change the gender and apparent age of the individual, but give them any attribute or look we desired. Soon we were turning out beautiful women by the bus load. I had no idea there were so many trans gendered men who were willing to volunteer for an experimental process.Admittedly, not all of them looked particularly happy when they arrived but seemed happy enough after they were changed. By now, the process had been simplified to where just about anyone could do it. A few strokes on a computer key board and you could create any change you desired. Up till now, I had been caught up in the research and development of the process. I had’t really paid much attention to what was being done with my process. Now that we were successful, I had time to step back and look at what we had accomplished. I was shocked to realize we were still changing men into beautiful women at an accelerated pace. Not only that, most were arriving under guard and shackled. I immediately went to the government man with my concerns. He just smiled and said not to worry. Angry, I threatened to go public with the process. I guess that was a mistake. I’m now a very beautiful woman, kneeling naked before my master. My back is straight and my head is up as stare straight ahead at the bulge in my masters trousers. My eret nipples and wet pussy are vivid reminders that my process worked.
Intention of my Wish
When I told a genie that I wanted to be a famous celebrity, my wish was granted. However, becoming Lindsay Lohan, a woman, wasn’t my intention.
Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely adore the celebrity lifestyle I now live. However, the female lifestyle I can live without. Heels are uncomfortable. It’s hard to sit in a dress without flashing people, even going to the bathroom is that bit more difficult. And don’t even get me started on hair and make up.
I love being a celebrity and I may love women but I don’t love being them.
Life Line
It had been a while since I had heard from my buddy Tre, right before the start of school Freshman year he was suddenly transferred.