Manny wanted to find a way to change the way the teacher’s did things, so it would be better for the students at school. An old man he bumped into that he helped with groceries one night had just the help he needed, or so he thought. After helping the old man, he suddenly blacked out.
Chris(right) and Jack(left) had checked into the Harrison Motel yesterday. they’d heard it was the best place in town to get some “T&A”
Ben used magic to create a harem of sexually submissive sluts by transforming his enemies. He soon had quite a collection, his obnoxious boss, the jocks that used to bully him at school, that one guy that cut in front of him in line at Starbucks among others. He soon found himself with more more hot girls than any one guy could normally handle. He should have probably let some of them go but luckily he has hit on some pretty creative techniques to make sure all his pets get what they need.
Gary had been upset all day Friday after his Grandma changed him into a girl with a magic spell. She did this because she had always wanted a daughter, and never had one, and later she ended up with a grandson instead of a granddaughter, when she was hoping for one. She decided to use a family spell book that hadn’t been used for years, but handed down. She hadn’t expected it to work, but it did, and she used it to change Gary into a girl.
There was a group of men that would vandalize banks and steal from them on a weekly bases running through the city and our job was to stop them. These guys proved to be above the limit of trouble that the Police can handle, and so our secret services were hired for the job. As the founder and leader of the association, I ordered my men to gather some Intel and they did. The criminals were having an underground gambling night at a abandoned warehouse and I sent one of my best agents to enter and try and gather more information but when the doorbell of our HQ rang and we expected the agent to return, we answered, finding only a DVD on the doorstep.
“Well, this is awkward,” Wesley said as he straddled the chair, without thinking about the nice flat crotch line that he was exposing. “While this chick’s body is nice to look at, I don’t wanna be inside it in this way; now tell me there’s a way back.”
Aaron and Mark went down to the bay for spring break. Like most guys in their early twenties, their motivation wasn’t swimming or soaking up the sun, but getting laid. They went to Aaron’s uncle’s little cabin on the bay and weren’t disappointed, it wasn’t far from a very popular beach. When they weren’t out flirting with chicks, they’d set up a telescope so they could keep a close eye on what they might be missing.
Dylan had everyone’s respect at the school. He was never bothered, never harmed, and never given bad marks either. My two roommates and I wondered how someone can be on good terms with so many people and maybe even envied him a little. That was until he showed up to our dorm room.
Grant looked at the bikini clad babes at the pool ogling them, not because he wanted to go out with them or be with the, but because he was jealous of them and their beautiful bodies. One girl seen his face, and knew this. She approached saying she could help. He tried to act like he didn’t know what she was talking about, but she told him she did anyway, no need to be embarrassed.
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…