My friend was studying for massagist. “Hey, I needed to practice a new technique I am learning. But I need a girl to test it; it is a breast massage technique. So… would you take an X-Change to help me?” he asked to me. I knew he was getting good with his hands, so I took the pill. Then my body changed under my clothes, in the shape of a beautiful lady.
“You know, it’s kind of lonely,” we heard Bobbi say.
“What are you talking about? What about your friends, Tori and Carol? They certainly love to play with us, no, me.” It was hard to keep my single consciousness. I was slipping further into my split mind by the day.
“Me?” Bobbi said with sass. “Now which tit said that, this one-” She lifted my right half, and squeezed it. I felt my flesh squishing between her fingers. “Or this one-” She let our right half fall, and grabbed at left side, squeezing that side of us too.
“It was both of us!” we shouted, and she let our left side drop with a slap.
“Good. Remember: you aren’t one anymore. You’re my girls. And speaking of girls, Tori and Carol are great, but you know what would make them even better? Giving them their boobs back, and giving them a mind of their own too. They are my breast friends, after all…” Bobbi said threateningly, tucking us into a bra before putting on the rest of her clothes. I heard the front door slam, and I wobbled slightly in the constricting garment. I knew we were going back to the witch…
“You look beautiful,” John said to his wife as she cradled her pregnant belly. She smiled at him.
“Thanks honey. I don’t always feel like I do, but if you say so,” she said, and he walked forward to put a hand on her belly, smiling back at her. Had she always been taller than him?
“Can you feel your sister kick?” she asked him, his hand still on her belly, which was now at his eye-level.
“What? My sister?” he said shocked. “No, that’s my daughter!”
She laughed. “No silly, she’s your sister! She’s your deadbeat dad’s daughter.” She rolled her eyes, and looked down in disdain at her belly, feeling her swelled and engorged breasts as she did.
“Daddy?” John asked. “When is he coming back?”
“Oh, sweetie, um… I’m not sure, but you know who is coming home soon?” she bent down with some effort to talk to him.
“I am!” John’s step-father said, walking into the room and putting his hand on his wife’s belly. John ran out of the room: he didn’t like seeing Mommy and him kissing. It was too gross.
“Was he asking about his father again?” he asked his wife.
She sighed. “Yes. I don’t want to break his heart, but I know he’s never coming back.”
“And he’s crazy. What kind of guy would knock up a beautiful woman like you…” his voice trailed off as he slipped off the straps of her dress, pulling it down over her round belly. He groped one of her swelled breasts, and she smiled. “And leave behind boobs like these…” She giggled, and he locked the door as she shimmied out of her pants.
“Gah, Chelsea, what are you doing?!” I shouted as I walked into my room to find my girlfriend lying on our bed, dildo deep in her pussy. She smiled at me before slowly removing it, and putting a skirt on. “Sorry, but you were gone and I needed some…company.”
I shook my head, and said, “Well you shoulda waited. You knew I wouldn’t be gone long.” I looked at my girlfriend, and now that she was standing in front of me something seemed…different. Her face had a few more wrinkles, and her breasts seemed to be sitting lower than usual. As I looked over her, she had been going on about how she knew, but didn’t want to wait. I cut her off, saying, “Something’s…different about you. Have you looked in a mirror lately?” She looked at me confused before turning to the mirror in her room. “Oh my gosh!” she screamed. “I look like a fucking milf! What’s happening?”
“I don’t know!” I replied looking up at the back of her head. Wait, looking up? But I’m almost seven inches taller than her? “Chelsea, when did you get so tall?” She turned around, and stifled a laugh. “Uh, try again: when did you get so small? And just look at your widdle face! I just wanna pinch those cute cheeks!” She bent over, and I got an admittedly good view of her cleavage, but that distraction was only temporary, as she pinched at my cheeks, just as she had said. I shooed her away, and she seemed hurt. “What, does my little boy not love his momma any more? Has he gotten too old?” She pouted at me, but I just looked back confused. Momma? Why would she call herself that?
“I’m not your little boy: I’m your boyfriend! Stop acting so weird!” I shouted at her, watching as her face got further and further from my own.
“I’m not the one acting weird, sweetie, that’s you!” she said sweetly. I groaned.
“Oh come on, just because I’ve gotten a bit smaller doesn’t mean we can’t have fun! Remember, you wanted company?” I ran over to her, and lifted her skirt, ready to pleasure her in the way only I knew how when-
SLAP! My hand was batted away from her skirt. “No!” she scolded me. “That’s Mommy’s private area!”
“But-but…” I whimpered. “Where’s Mommy’s peepee?” Tears started to form in my eyes. I didn’t mean to upset Mommy.
“Oh, oh come here,” she said, bending down and pulling me into a big hug. “I get it, you were just curious.” She put her arm around me. “Well, it’s a bit complicated, but mommies don’t have peepees like you and Daddy, they have hoohoos, and they’re a no-no place for little boys like you!”
“Oh, okay. Sorry Mommy,” I said.
“It’s okay, just don’t do it again,” she said sternly. I nodded, and said I wouldn’t before she hugged me again.
“That’s my good boy.”
“How am I?” Tori’s body shouted at Bobbi and Brit (the name Carol’s boobs had decided to go by). “I’m fucking pregnant! It’s not like it’s a walk in the park being this big!”
“Virginia, calm down,” Tori’s vagina had decided to go by the name Virginia. “You wanted to be pregnant, remember? And it’s not like you’re alone: I got knocked up too.” Bobbi lifted her shirt, revealing her large belly and massively swollen tits.
“I know, and at least I get to push this baby out of Tori in a few months. It’ll be rough on me, but I can’t imagine what it’s going to be like for her,” she slapped her pussy, just to make her point. “Speaking of our former owners, Bobbi, I bet your girls are just loving this.” She walked over, and suckled on one of Bobbi’s tits.
“Shut up!” Bobbi shouted. “You’re mine now, and I’ll let her do whatever she wants to you.”
Virginia dropped the tit, letting it slap against Bobbi’s belly. “Brit, what about you? Look at that belly of yours: it could do with some filling up.”
“No!” she shouted. “We-we don’t want to get full. Then she’ll have to milk us…”
Bobbi sighed. “Brit, only half of your mind is your boobs, so you’d be milking yourself!” Only one of Carol’s tits made the transfer with her mind, so now Carol was her right tit, and Brit was her left. Unfortunately for both, their mind was equally split.
Virginia reached out, and pinched one of Brit’s nipples. She let out a very personal yelp.
“Fine, we’ll let you be for now, but you’ll come around to the idea eventually.”
24 hours ago, Dan had been a musclebound hulk of a man. It was one of the reasons he’d got his job, as security for one of the biggest Mafia bosses in town. Mostly, it had been a good life. He had all the money and drugs he could want, and the job had it’s benefits when it came to picking up women as well. Everyone feared the mob in this town. However it had not been without it’s risks. Failure was never acceptable, and men spoke in hushed whispers of how whoever failed the Boss disappeared without a trace, and there always seemed to be a new girl in the Boss’s Harem. Dan had never thought much of it, as he was never superstitious. Besides, the girls who appeared could never have been men, and they rarely even spoke English.
“Wow! I can’t believe you managed to give us out tits back!” Tori, or maybe Carol, said to Bobbi. “I thought they’d be gone for-hey, who said that?”
“M-my breasts just talked!” it was already too late for them. We knew Bobbi would be smirking right now, reveling in what she had done. Soon, Tori and Carol would be just like us: two fat globes on our mistress’s chest.
“That’s right,” Bobbi said finally. “Your tits are alive: they have minds of their own now, just like mine.”
“Bobbi, what are you talking about?” Carol said.
“Just wait and see. I had the witch give you both a particularly potent dose.”
“Hey, hands off!” one of the girls shouted. She must have grabbed her breasts. Bobbi wasn’t kidding, it was much more potent for them.
“No, no…” the other girl mumbled. “I feel so…loose… so…fat. So-uhhh…” I can only assume she reached up to her chest, the first pleasure overtaking her speech. “So free…” her voice continued, though with a different tone. “Finally, we’re free… Now… now SHE’S the tits!”
“Aaaaahhhhh…” Tori finally said after so much silence, obviously deep in pleasure. “Mmm… I-I’m in control now… now I can shove my fingers inside HER,” Tori chuckled.
“What’s she talking about?” we asked Bobbi, who voiced our question.
“You two were just their tits,” Tori replied. “Do you know how hard is is being a fucking vagina?!” The spell must have gone somewhere else for her…
“But now Tori is going to learn how hard it is. Maybe I’ll get her waxed this week, see how she likes it? Or maybe…yes…”
“What?” Bobbi asked.
“I’m going to go get fucked. Who knows, maybe in a few months something will be coming out of her…” Tori’s body ran away, and I knew Bobbi ran after her, because I felt myself flopping everywhere. “Wait for us!” Carol’s tits shouted with her mouth. This wasn’t going to be good for us, Tori, or Carol…
Trent kept on scrubbing his new curvy body with soap, oblivious to his pal Gerald’s growing erection.
“Is it over already” I asked hardly breathing. “Please confirm your male name” said the robot. “It is Rob” I answered as I calmed my breathing.
“Please confirm your female name” the robot said. “I am not a female” I said. “wrong answer” said the robot. Then I felt huge pain as the bed electrefied me. “You are a female now. Please state your new name” the robot said. “How did you do that to me?” I asked. “There is no need for you to know this information right now” the robot said.
Then a mirror was lifted right in front of me. “Do you like you new self” the robot asked. I looked at myself for the first time. I was looking amazing. I had pair of perfect boobs, curly and blonde hair and such a sexy figure.
“I do look good” I said with a smile. “Are you happy about your new self?” The robot said. “I do” I said finally accepting the change. “Would you like to make other men join you?” the robot asked. “I do, every man should feel as good as I feel right now” I said.
“Please confirm your female name” the robot asked. “It is Riley” I chose my new name. The robot untied me from the bed. “come with me Riley we got a lot of work to do” he said as I followed it.